The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Hermione looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, she was first in her grade, got O's in all subjects, and even beat Bobby in total score!

Hermione looked at Quirrell, thinking that what she saw had nothing to do with the Philosopher's Stone, and said, "I saw that I got first place in the whole grade."

Quirrell was stunned; this was something he hadn't expected.

In the mirror, Quirrell saw himself obtain the Philosopher's Stone, offer it to his master, and his master reinstated him, teaching him more advanced magic and granting him power, status, and truth.

Ron felt this might be a rare opportunity to showcase his knowledge.

But the bump on his head really hurt. He shook his head and couldn't wait to shout out what he knew: "This is the Mirror of Eris. It can reflect what you most desire in your heart!"

It has to be said, Ron has a really big heart.

Quirrell, enraged, yelled at Ron, "I know! You slacker!"

He was somewhat at a loss. Quirrell had considered countless possible outcomes for today, but he never expected that he would not only be exposed to the three young wizards, but also be at a loss for the final challenge.

Harry lay there quietly, trying to figure out how to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, the ropes binding him loosened a little.

He was startled, and the rope loosened a little more.

He looked at Ron, and Ron looked at him at the same time.

After exchanging glances, they each nodded.

The next moment, the two of them rolled over and got up, and the rope turned back into a container, which was overturned on the ground.

"Stuffing a big stick into your front teeth!" ×2

Stuffing a large stick into their front teeth is the most powerful spell they can use.

This modified curse does indeed possess considerable destructive power.

But the joke curse was just a joke curse after all. Although Quirrell was surprised that the two brats had broken free of their restraints, he still casually flicked the two curses away.

"Faint!" Quirrell's spell was swift and accurate, and Harry narrowly dodged it thanks to his superhuman reflexes.

Harry Potter is his master's prey, and he dares not act on his own initiative, but Ron Weasley—Avada Kedavra—is devouring the big fish!

A green light flashed at the tip of the staff, startling Ron. But Hermione had already broken free of her restraints and, without time to cast a spell, charged at Quirrell.

The shot missed its mark, grazing Ron's head before flying out and blasting a hole in the wall. This scare almost made Ron wet himself.

Harry quickly started providing cover with a barrage of comments: "Fainted! Obstacles everywhere! A big stick stuck in his front teeth!"

Quirrell impatiently cast a protective spell, preparing to kill Ron Weasley first.

Harry's spell hit the Ironclad Charm but failed to penetrate the enemy's armor! (World of Tanks reference)

Ron is in danger again!

"Lumos Maximum!"

Hermione unleashed an enhanced version of her fluorescent flash with all her might, dazzling not only Quirrell but also Bobby, who was hiding nearby ready to rescue them.

Bobby quickly closed her eyes. In the pitch-black world, the flow of magic among the three was so conspicuous that it put her at ease—she absolutely couldn't let anything happen to these three brats; that was the teacher's bottom line.

Quirrell yelled and quickly cast the Ironclad Charm on himself, making it impossible for Harry and Hermione to harm him.

Ron gaped, still shaken. His own cowardice in the face of death enraged him. He used a levitation spell to send the glass container that had reverted to its original shape on the ground onto Quirrell's head.

This was truly an exceptional performance for him. Harry stole the spotlight from his feat of knocking out the troll with a stick, but can he replicate that highlight from the original work this time?

The two bottles smashed to pieces on the ground, and the other one hit Quirrell squarely on the head.

However, Quirrell is not a troll, and the glass bottle is not a big stick.

This slight pain only fueled Quirrell's anger.

He opened his still-blurry eyes and fired two beams of green light at Ron.

Ron, who had just been full of courage, immediately lay down on the ground.

"Why, why does he always hit me!"

The problem Ron couldn't understand was actually quite simple. He kept Hermione alive to solve the mystery, kept Harry alive because of Voldemort, but Ron Weasley… he could kill whoever he wanted, who cared?

Harry interjected "I don't know!" between a series of spells.

Quirrell's eyes gradually cleared, and a sinister smile crept across his lips. "Ron Weasley, die!"

Ron stood with his legs apart and slightly bent over, the gesture a soccer goalkeeper makes before diving for the ball. No wonder he later became the Quidditch goalkeeper; it was a natural talent, because his move was executed flawlessly, as if he had mastered it without any instruction.

Therefore, standard actions have standard results. Just as Quirrell swung his wand, Ron leaped to the left, narrowly avoiding the Killing Curse.

Harry knew his spells couldn't break Quirrell's armor charm; the difference in their magical power, both in quality and quantity, was too great. But Ron's actions just now reminded him.

He pointed his wand at the shards of glass on the ground behind Quirrell and shouted, "Shards, come here!"

A dozen or so shards of glass flew toward Harry, separated only by Quirrell!

"Ah!!!" A shard of glass pierced Quirrell's buttocks. He glared at Harry Potter, wildly brandishing his wand, spewing petrification and stunning spells at him as if they were free.

Quirrell was blinded by rage, and with each spell he cast he took a step forward, as if that would make him look more imposing.

Under this onslaught, Harry was in grave danger and could fall at any moment.

"Aaaaaah!!!!" Quirrell screamed again. He cast an Ironclad Charm on himself, then lifted his left leg and looked down at his feet.

There were two needles stuck deep inside.

Hermione did it. While Quirrell was distracted by Harry and Ron, she secretly transformed the shards of glass on the ground into needles.

Poppy, under the illusion spell, nodded repeatedly, feeling very gratified.

By now, the three brats have shown their full potential. Although they are destined to lose, Bobby thinks they have done enough to cause so much trauma and trouble to Quirrell.

Not all first-year students are named Bobby Evans.

Quirrell pulled out the needle, and black mist began to emanate from his body. He transformed into a cloud of black smoke and charged towards Harry.

Harry was startled and quickly dodged, while Ron and Hermione cast useless spells in the hopes of slowing Quirrell down a little so that Harry would have enough time to dodge.

But Kiro's move was just a feint; when he revealed himself, an Avada Kedavra shot straight toward Ron.

Ron was only thinking about protecting Harry at that moment, and he never expected Quirrell to turn around and launch a surprise attack.

The green light was incredibly fast, but he could only stand there, watching as it magnified in his eyes, and he realized he was about to meet his death.

A stone wall suddenly appeared in front of Ron, and Quirrell's Killing Curse only blasted a shallow crater in the stone wall.

"Dumbledore!"

In Quirrell's memory, only a handful of people, such as Dumbledore, McGonagall, and his own master, possessed this level of Transfiguration.

However, the one who appeared was not any of the aforementioned individuals, but rather Bobby Evans, who had once easily defeated him.

Quirrell knew that success was impossible today.

Of course, that won't happen again, because he has to escape for his life.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A series of green beams shot towards Harry and Hermione.

Bobby casually erected two more stone walls, but in that instant, Quirrell turned into black smoke and escaped from the room.

Bobby pushed aside the stone wall and stepped forward to ask, "Are you all alright?"

The warm firelight on the wall reflected on Bobby's already somewhat handsome face, and Harry felt that if his mother were still alive, she would definitely care about him in the same way.

He and Ron breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

The men didn't want to talk, but Hermione urged, "Bobby, hurry and chase after them! Don't let Quirrell get away!"

Bobby calmly shook her head. "Why are you panicking?"

She tossed each of the three children a bottle of stamina potion and slowly began to speak:

"I believe Quirrell will be able to escape successfully!"

Quirinas Quiro, danger!

Chapter 42 The End of the First School Year

Quirrell fled in panic, like a dog with its tail between its legs, and soon arrived at the location of the Devil's Web.

He turned around in a panic to see if the little witch had caught up.

Seeing that there was no one in sight, he felt a little relieved.

This was a complete disaster. Not only did he fail to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, but he also exposed himself. He knew that if he returned to Voldemort's side, he would face excruciating torment.

Forget it, why think so much? Let's just get out of here first.

Black smoke billowed into the sky and reached the room guarded by Lu Wei.

The magic harp had long since stopped playing, and Lu Wei was naturally full of energy.

Upon seeing someone approach, it immediately slapped them down with its paw.

The black smoke that Quirrell had transformed into was not afraid at all, and it drew an arc in the air to dodge the heavy blow.

But suddenly he felt a surge of magic within his body, and he fell out of the black smoke form, landing on the ground and rolling twice.

Lou Williams' three heads roared in unison and snapped down with a "whoosh".

Quirrell quickly scrambled away from the bites, turned around, picked up his wand, and pointed it at the harp.

In his plan, the harp was about to start playing; he just needed to hold on for two or three more seconds! Then, the stupid dog would fall into a deep sleep!

But the harp only played once before the string broke completely.

"ah------------!"

Bobby swore she had never tampered with the harp; she was a good person.

Two hours later.

Dumbledore stared speechlessly at the pool of blood on the ground.