Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Because at the moment the wand was knocked away, Harry had already grabbed his pocket watch and opened it with force!

He threw out what he had hidden in his pocket watch - it was a bottle of dark green, ominous venom!

At this moment, the venom has already spilled on Ron's hands!

"The venom of the Acromantula!? You damn..."

Ron's angry roar was filled with fear and anger.

"You minion of the Dark Lord, I will not submit to you and your master!"

At this moment, Harry's eyes also revealed his own characteristics - this characteristic was slightly displayed in the Forbidden Forest before.

If Ryan were here, he would also make an accurate assessment.

Harry Potter is a warrior, a born warrior.

He was always ready to fight against evil, so he had kept Hermione's words in mind since that night in the Forbidden Forest.

“Before you hit the wall, be prepared!”

Of course he knew that his magical talent was not as good as Ryan's, or even Hermione's.

He couldn't master powerful spells in a short time, and even simple spells took him time to learn.

He is still too young and he still needs too much time to grow up, but he already needs to fight against evil!

So he chose the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider - from the time he and Ryan took the venom, he had no intention of selling this thing!

At this time, the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider was sprayed on Ron.

Harry turned around immediately, hugged the Philosopher's Stone tightly and ran towards the exit!

"No...you can't leave!"

Seeing this scene, Ron reacted quickly - it seemed that Harry's departure made him more afraid than the pain in his hand!

So he almost instantly pointed his wand at his right hand that was sprayed with venom!

"Quick cut!"

He cried out in pain.

Blood gushed out and his hand was cut open in an instant.

Then he pointed his wand at Harry.

At the same time, Harry instinctively turned his head.

He clearly saw that Ron's hand had been corroded by the venom of the Acromantula when it was cut and flew away from his body, and it shriveled up instantly.

It quickly turned into a pool of pus.

But in that quick glance, Harry had already seen the hand clearly - there was no index finger, only four fingers!

But he had no time to think.

Because the next moment, the lenses of his glasses reflected the shrill and cold green light.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

He heard the evil, cold, and heartless curse.

The next moment, Harry felt dizzy.

He felt that everything around him was starting to fade away, and his mind was becoming foggy.

He seemed to see the scale on the swinging pocket watch gradually change from [Extreme Danger] to...

【Death】.

Those are words that make people despair.

"I'm dying."

Harry realized this.

It's hard to describe how he feels at this moment.

Fear? A little, but surprisingly less intense.

Regret? A little, but not for choosing to fight, but for not being better prepared.

Regret? One thing he couldn't bear to leave was Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and everything about Hogwarts.

But in the end...

What surged in his heart was unwillingness.

Because he knew that after his death, the Philosopher's Stone would definitely be taken away by Ron... no, by the person pretending to be Ron!

In the end he couldn't do anything!

but...

"No, Harry."

At this moment, he heard the sound from the pocket watch.

"You bravely fight evil..."

"You have done well enough, my child."

His parents seemed relieved.

Harry knew it was all fake, but it still comforted him a little.

"I...I wanted to make you proud..."

He whispered in his heart, but his consciousness gradually faded.

He even seemed to be able to smell a cold air - the smell coming from the other side of the curtain.

But at the same time.

In his mind, the memories of his childhood resurfaced.

He heard the female voice again.

"my child."

That belonged to his mother, Lily Potter.

That was a scene he had vaguely recalled when he entered the castle just now, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

But at this moment, between life and death.

He seemed to see it clearly.

He saw a woman holding a baby, leaning against the crib.

On the desk next to the crib was a white diary with a picture of lilies on it.

"Boom!"

Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs from outside the door.

The footsteps were low and slow, as if a beast was enjoying the hunt.

Women and babies were his prey.

"You're my pride, Harry—Mummy will protect you."

But at this moment, there was no fear at all on the prey that was about to be hunted.

In Lily Potter's eyes, there was only love and care for her children.

"Even if it means giving up my soul, everything I have."

she said firmly.

Then she began to chant a spell.

A long, complicated, ancient spell—not even a spell, Harry preferred it to some kind of ritual.

At this moment, Harry, whose mind was almost confused, was unable to remember the overly complicated spell.

He could only remember it after reciting the mantra.

There was an ancient, almost majestic magic about Lily Potter.

"Boom!"

As footsteps approached the door, Lily Potter hugged her child tightly.

The last few words she whispered were like the final ritual of the spell, or some kind of motto.

“Per vitalitatem ad omnium animas (From this life force, all living things will be born).”

“Per magicam ad universitatem (Following this bloodline, one will eventually reach the highest level).”

“Per animam ad sapientiam (Following this spirit, one will eventually attain wisdom).”

“Per virtutem ad mortis occursum (Following this noble righteousness, one will eventually hear songs of joy).”

And until the end, Lily Potter uttered the last words of wisdom.

“Per aspera ad astra (Following this arduous journey, I will eventually reach the stars.)”

Then, as if a revolving lantern had just finished its movement, Harry's consciousness was completely scattered at this moment.

He fell heavily to the ground and died.

"Hey..."

Looking at the dead Harry, Ron sneered in disgust and hatred.

He walked up to Harry and snatched the Philosopher's Stone from his arms.

The pain from his broken right arm made him want to destroy Harry's body, but it was obvious... he had more important things to do now.

"I must give it, the Philosopher's Stone to its master..."

He muttered, and then his body shrank rapidly as it swayed.

A moment later, he turned into a little mouse with no hair on his body and one claw missing.

He ignored Harry and, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his mouth, used all three legs to crawl towards the exit.