Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

Neville also helped Harry remove the outer shell of the piston door, revealing the redstone circuit inside.

Harry pressed the small piece of redstone onto the redstone circuit, and the piston door opened with a click.

"Okay, let's go in." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. This door was almost exactly the same as Professor Kaysen had described. If it weren't for the fact that this was impossible, he would have thought that the redstone theory was something he had explained specifically for him because he expected him to come here.

The two walked into the door side by side and looked at the shadow at the end and the mirror behind the shadow.

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Longbottom, how are you?" Quirrell said without even turning his head, or rather, it was not Quirrell's voice.

"Is there a speaker behind your turban?" Harry looked at Quirrell in front of him and saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of killing them for the time being, but he still didn't have a good face for the dark wizard, so he started with trash talk.

"Qiluo, relax, let me out, let me see him..." The voice came from behind the turban again.

Quirrell nodded obediently and began to remove the turban from his head in circles.

The pale, evil, ugly face without a nose was revealed at the back of his head.

"Mr. Potter, the last time I saw you, I gave you two gifts."

"Your father's death, and your mother's death."

"Similarly, Mr. Longbottom, what about your parents? I later received some information, and I can only say that both of your parents were very brave, but they were not smart enough. They didn't know how to stand on the right side, and they stood on the wrong side, and thus they met their fate."

"You fart!" Neville roared.

After listening to Voldemort's harsh words, Harry still maintained a basic bit of sanity, but Neville was different.

Harry only knew that his parents were killed by the man in front of him, and he became an orphan. From then on, he lived with his aunt. Only the Mirror of Erised could allow him to see his parents' true appearance in the mirror.

Neville was different. He had actually seen his parents tortured into St. Mungo's. In St. Mungo's, two warriors who had been fighting the Death Eaters on the front lines were tortured into a state of mind by some scoundrels who took advantage of their numbers...

"Oh... I completely understand your... um... desire to stand up for your parents. But before that, you need to help me find the Philosopher's Stone hidden here by Dumbledore. Then I will give you your eleven-year-late gift."

"A merciful death, and a reunion with my parents."

"We won't let you get the Philosopher's Stone, faint!" Harry drew his wand first and fired a spell as fast as a Western gunslinger, but it was easily deflected by the magic power belonging to Voldemort in front of Quirrell.

"You look a lot like your father... He wanted to attack me with his fists."

On the other side, Neville took out his wand at some point, and an upward force was instantly applied to Voldemort.

Of course, this was not the only spell he learned in the semester, but he subconsciously used the magic he was best at.

"Hmph, your magic is like that of a Muggle. Your parents are much stronger than you." Voldemort said with disgust.

"Should we kill the master?" Quirrell asked.

"Keep it. We still need our Mr. Potter to help us find the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror. If he is unwilling, we need our Mr. Longbottom to help us make Mr. Potter willing."

"Praise your wisdom, Master."

"Come on, my dear little Harry, before that damn Kaisen picked a fight with me, I remember you liked me very much. Why are you looking at me like that now?" Quirrell looked at Harry with a vicious look and teased him.

"You don't deserve to mention that name! Professor Kaisen should have killed you directly on the duel stage that day!" Harry said word by word.

"You think he didn't do that? What kind of good person do you think your Professor Kaisen is?"

Quirrell's originally smug expression collapsed in an instant, as if it was a great sin for Harry to mention Kaisen in front of him. He pulled his sleeves frantically.

"Look at this, this evil black magic. Your professor Kaisen gave it to me that day in the Forbidden Forest. Do you think he's a great and righteous man? If I didn't have my great master, I would have died long ago. Similarly, Kaisenhith, who invented this black magic, is no good either!"

Quirrell roared crazily, then kicked Harry with his thick leather boots. After knocking Harry down, he continued to kick him one after another as if to vent his anger.

It seemed as if it was not kicking Harry at this moment, but Kaisen. Every kick was accompanied by an excited sound, as if it was taking revenge on Kaisen by torturing Harry at this moment.

Neville in the corner had his hands behind his back, using the magic he was second worst at, Transfiguration, since any magic could be deflected by that damn Quirrell.

Isn't that magical?

He decided to transform the memory ball bracelet he was wearing into a knife.

This should be possible. There's nothing he can do if he can't. This is the only thing he has that can be transformed.

"Mr. Longbottom...you don't look as honest as you appear." Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head noticed Neville's little movement and reminded him.

Seeing this, Quirrell walked towards Neville again: "Don't you like that so-called Professor Kaisen? Where is that Professor Kaisen now? Can he come to save you?"

"Oh... the only thing he can do is cry like a weakling. If you want to know why... I remember he really likes you students. When he sees your corpses... he will cry horribly, I guarantee it!"

Quirrell roared as he walked towards Neville. He took out his wand and swung it casually. A silver light flew out from it, leaving a streak of blood on Neville's face. Then, in the blink of an eye, blood gushed out...

"Hmph, forget about the Forbidden Forest. Even in the hospital wing that day, I could easily guess who that rude fellow was. Isn't he very powerful? Why didn't they let him suddenly appear here to save you?"

Quirrell kicked Neville in the calf, causing him to suddenly lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Then he stepped heavily with his boot on Neville's wrist with the memory bracelet, as if he wanted to crush it.

"You are not worthy to mention him." Neville raised his head with difficulty and looked at Quirrell with hateful eyes.

Quirrell was irritated by this look and immediately wanted to take out his wand to let Neville taste the same fate he had experienced before, while Voldemort behind his head made a dissatisfied sound.

"Do you remember what we are here for? Don't waste any more time."

Quirrell was startled and nodded humbly.

"Yes, Master." He walked towards Harry.

Harry was holding his aching stomach, but he finally reacted to Quirrell's taunt.

Professor Kaisen could really appear here suddenly,

He struggled to pull out a dark green pearl from the interlayer pocket of his wizard robe and threw it to the ground with all his might.

Click!

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Chapter 62 That's Voldemort

"...What's the matter, Harry...Where is this place?" Kaisen, with a slightly red face and half a glass of wine in his hand, appeared in front of Harry. However, his slightly drunk head did not remember the occasion on which he gave this Ender Pearl.

Harry pointed in Quirrell's direction with difficulty.

Kaisen turned his head and saw Quirrell holding the wand in his trembling hand, while he drank the remaining half of the wine in the glass and threw the glass on the ground casually.

Click!

"Avada eats the big melon!"

"Disappearing curse!"

Accompanied by the sound of broken wine glasses, the two met without any extra communication. Kaisen didn't even have time to look at Harry beside him and Neville in the corner. An enchantment table appeared in his hand, and a vanishing curse quickly offset the incoming killing curse.

"Cursed Flame!" Quirrell used the old trick again. A beam of fire quickly turned into a giant snake and rushed over. Unfortunately, the effect of this beam of fire was not as good as the last time in the Forbidden Forest.

Kaisen clapped his hands suddenly, and the entire secret room was instantly filled with azure water blocks.

Kaisen can move normally in the water source block for a maximum of fourteen seconds, and if it is longer, he can survive for twenty-seven seconds.

Within these twenty seconds, it was extremely easy to remove the limbs of Quirrell, who was afraid of choking on water and didn't even dare to open his mouth.

As for Harry and Neville who were also flooded.

When facing a powerful enemy, you cannot be timid. You must kill the enemy first. As long as you hold on for a while, it will take only twenty seconds!

Kaisen's eyes sharpened, and four end crystals flew towards Quirrell in succession. Although they did not cause much damage in the water, the shock wave also made Quirrell drink a lot of water.

At this time, Quirrell, who was injured internally by the shock wave, kept gushing out of his mouth, and the blood floated in the water like smoke floating in the air.

"Come on, you're going to like this guy."

He summoned an emerald green creeper head, which was put on Quirrell's head without any explanation, and there was also a pitch-black sword.

Swish swish!

After cutting Quirrell into a cylinder with four cuts, he collected the entire room's worth of water.

"Ahem! Professor Kaysen, where's Quirrell?" Harry stood up with difficulty, wiped his face, and asked with some fear.

"Over there, stay away. I'll go see how Neville is doing." Kaisen looked at the unconscious Neville and quickly took out a sponge. He squatted in front of Neville and stuffed the sponge into Neville's mouth without saying a word.

"Ha ha!!!!!"

After sucking out the water in his lungs, he sat up with a start, looking forward with some fear in his eyes.

Kaisen suddenly rushed into his field of vision, patted his back and consoled him: "It's okay, it's okay."

Without stopping, he took out a small bottle of white fresh essence from his pocket and applied it to the wound on Neville's face.

"Where's Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry rubbed his stomach: "I think it should be nothing...hiss..."

Kaisen bent down and picked up Quirrell: "You guys hurry to Madam Pomfrey, I have to go to Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts."

"Then I'll accompany you to the hospital wing first." Kaisen waved his hand and let Quirrell float behind him, then picked up Harry, who could hardly walk, and held him across his waist.

The three of them and the Creeper returned the same way. When they came to Snape's logical thinking questions, Kaisen glanced at the potion bottle on the table.

"I remember that the potion here is not enough for all three people to pass..." Kaisen forcibly extinguished the flames and walked to the small table where the potions were placed. He suddenly found something special.

"No, there should have been three bottles of fire resistance potion. One bottle should have been drunk by Quirrell, and the other two bottles were drunk by Neville and I." Harry said.

"But Severus only placed one potion when he set up this level."

There was a moment of silence in the air, and the little wizards didn't react much, but Kaisen had a vague guess.

"Forget it, let's get out first."

He ignored these two vague guesses and continued walking outside. He picked up the unconscious Ron from the giant chessboard, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when Kaisen finally built the blocks and passed through the trapdoor back to the classroom with the three-headed dog.

Then they saw Hermione and an old man with a white beard looking at them with smiles on their faces.

"Dumbledore, watch this guy. I'll take them to the hospital wing." Kaisen handed the Quirrell floating behind him to Dumbledore, and he held Harry in his left hand and Ron in his right hand. Behind him, Neville and Hermione followed closely and walked towards the hospital wing.

After arriving at the medical wing and confirming that the three little wizards had only suffered physical injuries and would be fine after drinking the potion and sleeping for a night, Kaisen went to the principal's office with peace of mind.

"Oh Kaisen, you're finally back. What happened to them?"

"They are just superficial wounds." Kaisen looked at Dumbledore in the office and Quirrell lying in the corner.

"What are you going to do with this guy?"

"I've already sent a message to the Ministry of Magic. They'll be sending someone here soon."