The days at Hogwarts

On the way, Harry was supported and he told what happened, "...it was Quirrell...I got the Philosopher's Stone...He couldn't touch me, so he knocked me out."

The Mirror of Erised was placed at the door of the room in the black flames. As soon as he entered, he saw Quirrell looking for the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror.

Then his reflection in the mirror put the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, and Harry actually felt the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

Harry turned around with the Philosopher's Stone and tried to run, but Quirrell threw him down from behind and grabbed his neck with both hands. But when Quirrell's hands touched him, he felt as if he was burned by fire, and he screamed in pain and struggled to retreat.

Then his scarf fell off, revealing a face at the back of his head, and Quirrell called him Master.

Harry realized that his body could cause harm to Quirrell, so he rushed over with a roar. As a result, the two faces switched positions, and the devil-like face used a spell to directly knock him out.

"Now, as long as we run out, we'll succeed tonight." Ron said, trying to hold back his tears.

Harry and Hermione were silent. They all knew who the master of the Philosopher's Stone was.

They kept running to the room where the chessboard was, and this time they could get through without playing any chess. The pieces on the board were so sparse that they couldn't block the way at all.

The three men stumbled across the chessboard.

In front of the door, Ron let go of Harry's hand and stopped.

Harry and Hermione looked at him in confusion, wondering why he had stopped.

"You go first, I'll cover you." Ron turned and looked at the chess pieces.

Hermione didn't say anything, and stopped Harry who wanted to speak, and helped him run out.

Ron walked back to the center of the chessboard, picked up the White King's crown, and straddled it diagonally.

Then he mounted the horse of another black knight and shouted: "Reset!"

The childish voice was serious and echoed in the empty chess room.

The base of the stone statue made a rough gravel friction sound on the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces fell back to their original positions, waiting solemnly.

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Chapter 109: The Main Event, Killing Qi Luo

The stone chess pieces didn't move, and Ron, riding on the black stone horse, didn't move either.

His mind began to recall memories of the mysterious, no, Voldemort.

According to his parents, he was born in a turbulent era, when he had to keep running to avoid being hunted by the Death Eaters. But he was too young at that time and had no memory of it.

By the time he could remember, the turmoil had ended, and his brothers would not mention what happened back then. Sometimes, when George and Fred mentioned that name, they would be scolded by their mother.

Dad, Mom, and Aunt Muriel, all the adults, always looked horrified when they heard the name Voldemort. Aunt Muriel would look around for fear that someone had heard them.

As time went by, he also felt that the name was a vicious curse, which would kill him if he pronounced it.

But now, as he sat on the cold stone horse, waiting for the arrival of Voldemort, he felt there was nothing to be afraid of.

Ron watched as wisps of black mist continued to dissipate, spreading across the entire chessboard, becoming thicker and thicker.

Voldemort walked into the room slowly, holding the wand between the first knuckle of his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger, and placing it in front of his body with his elbows slightly bent, his posture elegant and noble.

He stood outside the chessboard, his eyes scanning the chess pieces.

As Ron rode on his horse, he could hear his heart expand and then contract vigorously, pumping blood into stiff blood vessels and muscles.

thump!

thump!

The magic power in the body is more abundant than ever before.

Voldemort opened his mouth slowly, as if talking to himself, "Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is still so superb. Even I cannot compare with her in the field of Transfiguration."

Ron sat on his horse and said nothing.

It turns out that these chess pieces were made by Professor McGonagall using Transfiguration. Unfortunately, I probably won't have the chance to learn it again.

Voldemort twisted his neck, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ron, and said softly, "Oh, poor fool, you have been abandoned by your friends. They left you here to die alone, didn't they?"

He was talking in a very sexual mood. Anyone who spends a few years in the forests of Albania, talking only to snakes, is going to be talking in a very sexual mood.

Ron still said nothing.

"Come on, join me, and I will bring you infinite glory." Voldemort grinned.

The moment he stepped onto the chessboard, Ron gave his answer.

"Attack!"

All of a sudden, no matter black or white pieces, no matter the queen or the soldiers, except for the black knight at the edge, all the stone statues on the chessboard came alive, and all the pieces rushed towards Voldemort together.

"Stupid." Voldemort still maintained his dignified demeanor and uttered a hoarse laugh.

He waved Quirrell's wand, smashing a statue with each wave, and walked towards Ron in an unstoppable manner.

The soldier wielded his double swords and was shattered.

The bishop raised his scepter and it was shattered.

The chariot charged and was smashed to pieces.

Finally, Voldemort walked across the chessboard unscathed and stood before the Black Knight, the only surviving piece on the board.

Ron rode on his horse, looking down at the ugly face, and said firmly, "Knight! Charge!"

The black stone warhorse raised its hoof high and was about to step down.

Voldemort tapped the base of the chess piece with his wand, and countless tiny cracks spread from the base of the stone statue and gradually covered the entire body of the statue.

Damn, that's really scary.

Ron grinned and whispered, "General."

boom!

The stone statue exploded, and Ron's body was thrown out, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

His body was covered with wounds from splashing stones, and blood flowed down the ground.Blood was oozing from the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and there was only buzzing in the ears.

Various colors converged in front of his eyes, and finally all colors faded away. He could not see anything clearly, and it was dim and blurry.

Ron's hands trembled as he dug at the ground, trying to prop up his broken body and stand up, but he lost strength again and again and fell down, splashing in a pool of blood.

"Stupid Gryffindor." Voldemort looked at this scene with a delighted smile. He walked into the next room without stopping.

The door was pushed open and then slammed shut.

Ron's eyes were unfocused and his struggles gradually became weaker until he had no strength left and lost consciousness.

Broken stones were scattered on the chessboard, and the lights in the room were turned off, and it became dark all of a sudden.

A bright red flame lit up above Ron's shoulder, and a phoenix with golden and red feathers emerged from the flame.

Fox looked at the little man in a pool of blood, then put his face against Ron's affectionately, tears flowing from his eyes.

The Phoenix's tears touched Ron's body and melted into his wounds. Ripples like water spread out, and every wound emitted a soft red light.

Some mysterious changes are taking place in the new blood and muscles.

Fox raised his head and squeaked for a long time towards an open space, as if accusing someone of being unreliable.

"Okay, go and get Loren, Harry and Hermione need his help." An old voice sounded.

Fox became even angrier, and after teaching an old man a lesson, flames rose from his body and he disappeared on the spot.

Dumbledore appeared, looking at the rubble and blood scattered on the ground, and he shook his sleeves gently.

Some invisible force pushed Ron against the wall and cleaned the blood and dust off his body.

Dumbledore looked at Ron's red hair with a gentle gaze, then became worried and muttered, "I wonder if Arthur and Molly will scold me."

Hogwarts basement.

Loren was hesitating outside Snape's office, wondering whether he should have a chat with Snape. This dilemma had been going on for quite some time.

Not far in front of him, a flame suddenly appeared and lit up, with gold and red colors intertwined.

Loren moved closer curiously to observe the flames. The flames suddenly expanded with a "puff" sound, enveloping him in the flames and disappearing instantly.

The door of the Potions Office suddenly opened, and Snape looked at the place where Loren had just disappeared, his expression gloomy, "Dumbledore, what on earth are you playing at!"

On the other side, Harry and Hermione were in despair.

At the end of the corridor, where they jumped down, a large net made of plant vines tightly blocked the exit, and it was covered with black mist.

Neither the gentle blue flame nor the blazing fire spell could open a way of survival.

The black fog in the room gradually thickened, not only the vines above the head, but also the corners of the corridor were filled with black fog. All signs showed that Voldemort was coming.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Harry was filled with self-blame.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and looked up at Hermione, "Leave me to Voldemort."

He was full of hope, "Give me to Voldemort, hurry up and inform Professor McGonagall, we still have hope before he is completely resurrected!"

Hermione listened to Harry's plan expressionlessly. She helped Harry to the corner and put him down. "Maybe what you said makes sense."

"But I'm a Gryffindor."

The first-grade witch reached out her hand and tucked her messy and fluffy hair behind her ears along her neck.

She held the wand made of vine wood and a dragon's nerve core and stood in the middle of the corridor, watching the black fog getting thicker and thicker, waiting for the most powerful Dark Lord to arrive.

Although she was always teased as a bookworm, no one in Hogwarts, from students to professors, could deny that she was always smart. Smart people certainly know which choice is more beneficial and which choice makes sense.

After the Halloween troll incident, everyone was saying that Hermione had a quick wit and cleverly used wooden boards and fire to trap the troll. If there were not enough wooden boards, she could have dealt with the troll alone.

She saw Ron's reckless death, attracting the attention of the trolls, and wanted to open a way for them to survive, and saw Harry live to death, breaking through the defenses of the trolls.

Only she was hiding at the back.

Afterwards, Hermione looked through all the books about trolls in the library. She knew that trolls were clumsy, that their nostrils and eyes were the weakest protection, and she knew every weakness of trolls.

But the clearer it is, the more profound the scene that night becomes.

She was afraid of the troll, but she stood up to the Dark Lord who was comparable to Dumbledore.

Hermione's mind went over every spell she had ever learned, every key point in a duel: attack, dodging, breathing and rhythm.

There was the sound of slow footsteps in the empty corridor, and Voldemort gradually came into their sight.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth were split open, like a snake opening its mouth, as if it would spit out a forked tongue at any time.He was laughing, laughing at the witch's overreach.

But he said nothing. The Mudblood was not worthy of being spoken to.

Hermione asked herself and answered: "Gryffindor? Who isn't?"

Hermione wanted to smile, but couldn't, so she gave up the idea. She stood sideways, raised her arm, pointed her wand at the other side, and said, "Petrify All."

The tip of the wand lit up, and a white beam of binding spell whizzed out.

Quirrell's body was weak, and the evil spirit had been sucking his soul and life for a long time, but under the stimulation of unicorn blood, his last bit of potential was squeezed out.

And the one who manipulates this power is him, the most powerful dark wizard in hundreds of years, Voldemort.

Voldemort raised a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth and gently moved his wand.

The invisible shock wave shattered the light of the spell, and the remaining power continued to hit the little witch.

"[Armor Protection]"

Hermione only had time to quickly cast an Shield Charm to block the front, and the transparent barrier was shattered in an instant, and her wand flew out of her hand.

The huge force penetrated the girl's fragile body and she was blown away.

"Humph!"

Hermione groaned, and her vision blurred. When she came to her senses, her legs and feet were already trapped in the Devil's Net above the corridor, and her upper body was hanging upside down outside. Thanks to her previous sideways position, Hermione was not facing the center of the shock wave and did not suffer fatal injuries.

The Devil's Snare was stained by the black fog and had long lost its vitality. But even with such a dead branch, Hermione couldn't break free. She closed her eyes, unable to bear to watch the scene below.

Voldemort walked straight towards Harry without even looking at the witch above him.

"Harry Potter, don't kill yourself, I can give you a chance."

Voldemort stopped at a distance that ensured that Harry could not suddenly jump up and attack, and looked at Harry from a distance, "Serve me as your master. Give me the Philosopher's Stone."