The days at Hogwarts

"Don't even think about it!" Harry shouted, taking a deep breath and standing up with one hand on the wall.

“Ho—ho—!” Voldemort’s laughter seemed to drain the air out of his lungs; it was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Be brave, just like your parents."

"So, tell me, do you want to see your parents again?"

This sentence completely ignited the anger in Harry's eyes. He gritted his teeth and stared at Voldemort's ugly face. He hid one hand behind his back, and his fingers holding the wand were squeezed so hard that the skin turned white.

"If you and I join forces, I can bring them back to life for a small price, right in your pocket."

Voldemort kept his distance, pacing back and forth, "Don't be fooled by Dumbledore. There is no good or evil in the world. There is only power, and those who are powerless to seize it."

Harry waved his arms vigorously, and anger and hatred flowed into the wand along with the magic power, "【Petrify All】"

A blazing milky white light emanated from the tip of the wand, and a thick beam of light whizzed towards Voldemort.

"Silly trick."

This sneak attack was really just a trick for Voldemort. He raised his wand and created a colorless barrier in front of him to block the spell light.

Continuous milky white light beams hit the colorless and transparent barrier, and bits of energy dissipated, flashing pure white light in the dim corridor.

The power of Harry's spells far exceeded the level of his peers.

"Talented, just like I was back then."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the spell Harry cast. He advised, "Don't be bound by Dumbledore's hypocritical appearance. Together, you and I can accomplish great things."

Severe pain tormented Harry's head, and he felt like someone was using a chisel to chisel his skull again and again at the scar on his forehead.

"Delusion!" Harry shouted.

"Stupid!" Voldemort no longer held back and increased the output of magic power.

The barrier turned into a colorless and invisible force and collided with Harry's spell beam, and sporadic sparks flew where the two met.

Harry watched the light of the spell gradually approach him, the wind from the collision of magic blew on his face, messing up his hair. The pain in his forehead and body tortured his nerves all the time, the pressure of the spell was getting greater and greater, and he was about to be unable to bear it.

"Tell you not to play with me." A joking voice sounded.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Then, another beam of magic light lit up and merged with Harry's, temporarily blocking the impact.

"Loren!" Hermione, who was hanging, shouted in surprise, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Harry turned his head, watching Loren walk slowly from behind him to his side with the same surprise.

Loren was very confused. As soon as he came out, he saw two people fighting each other, and Harry was about to lose.

Shouldn't the correct plot be that Harry rushes forward and slaps Voldemort in the face, turning him into ashes?

Dumbledore changed the script?

Without thinking too much, he just went for it.

Voldemort was somewhat puzzled as to how Loren appeared. He looked around and found no other adult wizards around. A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face, "Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Although the life provided by the unicorn was cursed, anything involving life and death contained powerful magic. As Voldemort finished speaking, the collision of magic escalated again, and the collision point with sparks approached them.

Harry felt the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket getting hot. Without thinking, he subconsciously stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Loren's back.

Surging magic power gushed out from the Philosopher's Stone, passed through Harry's body like a wave, and passed into Loren's body.

The two felt a warm current enveloping their bodies, and their blood, muscles, and bones were filled with powerful vitality.

At the same time, the pure white rainbow light of the spell became even thicker and pressed towards Voldemort.

Harry had a feeling that if his body could bear it, the power of the Philosopher's Stone would be even more powerful.

"Damn it!" Voldemort was like a madman. He squeezed out every bit of energy, magic, flesh and blood, life and soul from this body.

"Master, Master, I can't bear it anymore." Behind him, Quirrell's painful groan was heard.

"Give me everything you have and I will grant you eternal life!"

It was not known whether Quirrell agreed or not, but Loren and Harry on the other side saw a puff of black smoke coming out from behind Voldemort. Quirrell's voice disappeared.

The black fog that was spreading around gradually gathered, and Voldemort's colorless spell power turned into pure black.

The slight advantage that Loren and Harry had just gained was instantly overturned, and the intersection of the spell beams slowly approached the two of them.

The surging energy splashed onto the surrounding walls like magma of different colors. The white light hit the wall, shattering the bricks and stones into pieces. The black light hit the wall, corroding the bricks and stones and turning them into liquid.

Dying?

As Harry watched the spell getting closer, he gathered up a little strength and reached out to push Loren away.

Loren on the side didn't think too much about it. He just felt that he had suffered a great loss this time and he would have to stay in the infirmary for a week.

As for whether he will die?

He still felt that the old man Dumbledore must be watching somewhere and would not let them put their lives in danger.

Harry reached out to Loren and felt some hard fabric, not like clothes. He looked down and saw that the Sorting Hat had appeared between him and Loren, and he was putting his hand on the brim of the Sorting Hat.

Loren suddenly remembered something, and he turned the Sorting Hat over with one hand, revealing the hilt inlaid with a red gem.

He reached out and took out the sword.

“The sword of Gryffindor?” Voldemort asked, as if he were amused. “Are you going to throw it at me and kill me?”

The two sides were several meters apart, and Loren didn't know how to use the flying sword, so throwing the sword was basically the same as giving up the weapon.

Seeing the curse approaching, danger is approaching.

Loren threw the sword upwards, "Hermione!"

At this moment, the rich black magic and the milky white petrification spell collided in the not-so-spacious corridor, and the brilliance of the magic illuminated the dim corridor. The dissipated energy easily destroyed the stone walls on both sides.

When Hermione heard her name, she looked up at the sword, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. The whole world slowed down in her eyes, becoming silent and dim.

Only the sword was gleaming faintly, with a ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt, a silver blade, and Godric Gryffindor engraved under the hilt.

The sword is the same sword from thousands of years ago, and the person is the same person from today.

But this person is just a first-year little witch, who dares to attack the most powerful dark wizard. The "brave and fearless" sword upholds the will passed down for thousands of years and recognizes this witch.

Hermione stretched out her hand, waiting for the hilt to fall into her hand, then she grasped it tightly, and the sword instantly emitted a silver-white glow.

She had read the history of Hogwarts. In that distant and ancient history, the sword forged by goblins created immortal achievements in the hands of Godric Gryffindor.

Kill the goblin kingdom from coveting the sword, kill the evil wizards from invading Hogwarts, and open a clean land for little wizards to study without worry.

She had heard of the sword, but had no idea of ​​its power or what magical effects it had.

Before she took the sword, she didn't know what to do, but when she held the sword in her hand, all her confusion disappeared, leaving only one thought.

This sword must have slain many men like Voldemort.

As she thought of this, a strange power flowed into Hermione's body along the sword, like sunlight shining on her body, and she could no longer feel the pain in her body.

Naturally, as if she knew how to use a sword, she twisted her wrist and used the sharp edge of the sword to cut through the Devil's Net around her. Only one leg was clamped in the Devil's Net, hanging her body from the ceiling.

The downward force of gravity made the feeling of her body falling negligible, and Hermione's other foot stepped on the vines.

When she held the sword in front of her body, silvery-white light covered her pupils, as if the light of the sword was reflected in her eyes, or as if it was emitted from her eyes themselves.

The girl jumped up with her legs bent, and rushed towards Voldemort with the sword in hand.

"cut!"

The silver-forged sword trembled slightly, flashing a silvery-white light, and passed by in an instant without any hindrance.

Immediately afterwards, Loren and Harry's surging pure white spells knocked Voldemort away.

Quirrell's body flew in the air, and began to break along a diagonal line from the neck to the waist. No blood flowed out, and it scattered on the ground like fine sand.

Hermione was half-crouching on the ground, holding her sword horizontally at her side.

Seeing that the enemy had dissipated, she relaxed her tense nerves and let out a breath, unable to hold the sword anymore.Let it fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Loren!" The little witch stood up and hugged Loren. She hugged Loren tightly and had so many things to say.

A black spirit emerged from the wreckage of Quirrell. It had no substance and passed through Harry's body like a ghost, passing through the Devil's Net above and disappearing.

Harry's head felt like it was pierced by a chisel. Severe pain spread from his forehead throughout his body. He fainted on the spot before he could even scream.

Chapter 110 Dumbledore understands details

Hermione hugged Loren tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and kept repeating in a buzzing voice: "Loren, Loren..."

She had countless things to say to him, about her experiences along the way, about her thoughts when facing Voldemort...

Eventually it all becomes a name in your heart.

Loren saw the black spirit disappear from the corner of his eye, as well as Harry who was unconscious next to him. He patted Hermione on the back and said, "We have to check on Harry first."

Hermione raised her head, awakened from her gentle embrace, her face flushed with shame, "Oh, and Ron too!"

The two men rushed to check on Harry's condition. As soon as they squatted down, they both lost consciousness and fainted beside him.

Dumbledore walked out from the end of the corridor with Fawkes the Phoenix on his shoulder and the unconscious Ron floating behind him.

"Squeak!" Fox denounced this sneak attack on the little wizard.

Dumbledore's old face, hidden by his beard, turned red. "Their emotions and magic are unstable. They will be better after a good night's sleep."

"squeak!"

"Out of control? How is this out of control? The Philosopher's Stone has been saved, and they have all grown amazingly, even beyond expectations."

"squeak!"

"That's right. How can I explain this to Loren? He seems to have seen through my plan."

"squeak!"

"Cheat? How can you say it's a cheat?"

……

It’s hot, so hot, my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

Loren kicked off the quilt and suddenly woke up from the hospital bed.

His whole body was hot, the powerful magic power was flowing and surging in his body, and his body temperature kept rising.

He quickly held the wand in his hand, and the wand was like an ice cube, calming the surging magic power. The cool feeling slowly subsided the burning sensation.

Loren felt the magic power in his body and realized that it seemed to have awakened again, and it was even more ferocious than last time.

After his body returned to normal, he looked around. Harry and Ron were lying beside him, both of them glowing with magical light, they must have also experienced an awakening.

The three beds were separated by white linen curtains hung high up. This should be a large ward. The small cabinet at the end of the bed was filled with flowers and various snacks.

The small card in the bouquet read: To the great Gryffindor warrior.

Outside the window, the golden sunset cast a sacred glow, illuminating the entire ward golden.

Loren poured himself a glass of water to moisten his dry and sore throat, and then slowly sorted out his memories before he fell into a coma.

He first saw a flame outside Snape's office, and was engulfed by it, teleporting behind Harry. He saw Harry fighting Voldemort and was about to lose, so he went straight in without thinking.

With Hermione's handsome sword, he killed Quirrell. What happened next? He hugged Hermione, checked on Harry, and then fainted.

The curtain next to him was suddenly pulled open, and on the other side of the curtain, Hermione was lying on the hospital bed looking at him.

It turned out that Hermione's bed was separated from his by a curtain.

The little witch seemed to remember something. Two blushes quickly rose on her cheeks and her lips moved, but the voice was weak.

Lauren only saw Hermione's lips moving, but couldn't hear any sound, so he simply got out of bed and moved closer, "How do you feel?"

Hermione was like a frightened little squirrel. She quickly shrank into the quilt to cover her burning cheeks and forehead. Her voice came through the quilt, "I'm fine."

Before Loren could do anything, Harry and Ron woke up behind him.

Ron blinked and looked around. Finally, he focused his eyes and saw his three friends. He showed an ecstatic look, "Hey! Harry, Loren, Hermione!"

“Hahahaha!” Ron laughed non-stop, then buried his face in the pillow and cried, “I thought I was going to die.”

His last memory was that every part of his body was aching, he couldn't hear or see anything, and then he became more and more dizzy until he lost consciousness.

Loren had no idea what was going on. Hermione and Harry remained silent, and the three of them waited quietly for Ron to calm down.