People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Fred and George, who also stayed at the venue, played a finger counting game out of boredom.

In the castle, Percy, who had been so angry that he talked back to the professor, also began to stare at the magical ceiling in a daze.

They are just a little bored and a little regretful now.

It’s a pity that the dark wizard caused trouble in the Forbidden Forest instead of in the castle.

This way they would be able to witness the magic of Albus Dumbledore, who is recognized as the greatest and most powerful wizard of all time, for the first time in a century.

Only the professors were guarding the entrance and exit of the auditorium, their nerves tense.

Prevent an attack on the castle by dark wizards while Dumbledore deals with the curse of the Forbidden Forest.

But in reality, Baqir was not bored.

On the contrary, if he hadn't been careful that people around him didn't treat him as a psychopath.

His mouth was almost smiling to his ears.

Time goes back to one minute ago.

Voldemort saw himself in the mirror.

The self inside is handsome, young, gentle and has a charm that can fascinate a thousand-year-old female ghost.

He saw himself in the mirror, and at first he looked at himself with disgust, looking him up and down, but after a moment, he suddenly realized.

The man in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone back into his pocket - at this moment, he really felt something fall into his pocket.

Quirrell shouted, "The Philosopher's Stone! It's in my pocket."

"I know! Idiot!" Voldemort scolded, "I can sense it!"

Then he "lowered" his head, and Quirrell's hand reached for his pocket in an awkward way.

However, what he didn't notice was that the younger self in the mirror did not disappear, but raised his wand.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A green light attacked Voldemort who "lowered" his head.

Quirrell looked up and saw everything, but his body was under Voldemort's control and he could only scream in panic.

Quirrell's expression froze, and the body lost its life.

However, this body did not fall down. The back of the head, where Voldemort was, instantly collapsed into black mist and rain, and then recovered again.

Click, click, click!

The head turned 180 degrees, and the back of the head became the face of this body.

Then, the whole body seemed to have lost resistance and glided backwards at a high speed, sticking to the ceiling in the corner like a giant spider.

These actions took Voldemort less than a second.

"You now have three minutes before your body collapses."

A gentle, clear voice rang out in the room, and a handsome boy walked out of the mirror calmly.

"It's you!" Voldemort was shocked. "You got the Philosopher's Stone! You and Dumbledore started working together!"

He immediately guessed whether the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket was real or fake.

But the wrong conclusion was reached.

"No, Dumbledore doesn't know of my existence." The black-haired boy smiled, twirling his wand between his slender fingertips.

“Is this why you dare to abandon your independent identity as a Horcrux? The immortality you achieved by relying on the Philosopher's Stone?” Voldemort turned into a black mist and fell back to the ground.

He knew that he could not defeat his younger self on his own.

He knew his level at that time.

"Perhaps." Riddle raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.

Voldemort took this as a consent and continued to cast magic to distort the magical magnetic field.

He didn't want others to know the following conversation.

"Dumbledore still lost. He lost to me. I was only seventeen years old, but I was able to steal the Philosopher's Stone right under his nose. And Lucius, he died too easily."

"Tell me, why did you show up? I am a Horcrux, so you can't control me. Do you want to absorb other Horcruxes? Do you want to be complete?"

"You do not know the identities or locations of the other Horcruxes. Except for—"

"Where's the crown? You've already absorbed it?!!"

I just discovered that everyone’s newly posted book reviews are not visible, but they can be seen in the backend and have not been deleted.

The reasons for the starting point will be released later.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 83 Snape Shampoo

"Complete? I don't want to be a lunatic!" Riddle sneered, "Time is the strongest spell. It has made us strangers. Even though we come from the same mother body, as time goes by, we who are imprisoned in the device are no longer the same as when we were separated."

"I don't want to feel the pain of confinement again. Even if it makes me stronger."

"After all, I am different from you. In pursuit of immortality, I lost the most important thing - wisdom."

Hearing this, Voldemort forced a smile from his ugly face: "That's great. It means that we have no conflicts. You should have just avenged me for locking you in the diary."

"How ugly and stupid." The wand spinning on Riddle's fingertips stopped instantly and pointed in the direction of Voldemort.

"I remember saying that I am no longer the same person I was at the beginning."

“It’s not just about mindset.”

"And the properties of the spell."

A green ghost appeared behind Riddle and extended a finger.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Two green lights converged and sank into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort did not resist, but dodged.

Because the winner is still Voldemort.

He beat Dumbledore, and won hugely, so much!

What's more, this body only has three minutes, so what's the harm in going ahead?

Quirrell's body fell down, and the fake Philosopher's Stone tumbled out.

He turned into a ball of black smoke and passed through the gate made of black flames.

Only a pair of words accompanied by a wild laugh were left.

"I thought you could really kill me! Your Killing Curse is indeed stronger than the 17-year-old me, but it still can't do anything to me, who is known as Voldemort (Leap Over Death)."

"Besides, we have reached a consensus - there can only be one Voldemort!"

Riddle smiled coldly when he heard this, took a step forward, and disappeared on the spot.

After Basil took back the [Shadow of Death], he ended the cycle on Snape.

After lying on the fourth floor for a minute, Snape struggled to run towards the restricted area.

At this moment, among the dead branches and leaves and layers of spider webs, Dumbledore appeared in front of a spider as big as a baby elephant.

Its body and legs were black with gray, and each eye on its ugly head with big pincers was covered with a layer of white.

Apparently he is blind.

"Aragog." Dumbledore sighed.

He had already imagined what Hagrid would look like when he discovered this scene.

At this moment, the patronus and the phoenix have become one, and he and Fox are one in mind and body.

The holy light that could turn the cursed host into ashes was controlled by him.

Carefully brushing every inch of Aragog's body.

On the other side, Dumbledore's sacred magical magnetic field enveloped and maintained it as a whole.

It's not that Dumbledore thought Hagrid's feelings were more important than Voldemort's.

Instead, he maintained Aragog's body intact while carefully removing the curse to prevent the occurrence of a chain curse.

Ten minutes later, with a crisp sound similar to the breaking of bamboo, black smoke stopped coming out of Aragog's body.

The curse was also completely lifted.

"Alas, farewell, farewell."

Dumbledore looked around, his eyes full of pity.

Behind him was the head of Lucius Malfoy, and in front of him was the body of Aragog.

The not-so-bad Malfoy brat and Hagrid would be devastated to see them.

Golden-red flames ignited from him, the two corpses, and Fox.

Just like an eraser, erase them.

The next second, two bodies appeared in the principal's office.

In the room with the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore and Fawkes emerged in the firelight.

Just happened to bump into Snape, who had broken out of the loop and was running here non-stop.

The first thing they did not look at was each other.

Instead, he looked at the corpse on the ground and the 'Philosopher's Stone'.

Snape, who was soaking wet, licked his lower lip. "How did he die? Judging from his appearance, his neck was twisted 180 degrees. There was no smell of dark magic."

Dumbledore waved his hand and the stone flew into his hand.

"Killing Curse. People killed by the Killing Curse will not show any traces, whether in magic or physical level. Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, should have the aura of dark magic. It can only be said that he died from the Killing Curse. When he was killed, the traces of negative magnetic field on his body were killed."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, and his magical magnetic field spread out, inch by inch, with him as the center.

He was reading the traces, recreating in his mind what was happening in the room.

The fog condenser is built based on this principle.

But everything that appeared in his mind at this moment was vague.

Just like when the TV signal is bad, the image is blurry and there is no sound.

But he still gained a lot from it.

"This twisted neck should be Voldemort's way of using Quirrell's dead body."

"Someone took the Philosopher's Stone ahead of time."

"Killed Quirrell."

"Drive away Voldemort."

"The good news is that Voldemort did not take the Philosopher's Stone."

"The bad news is that the Philosopher's Stone, which was supposed to be destroyed, has fallen into the hands of a dangerous wizard."

"His Killing Curse is fast and extremely powerful. It can 'clean' a body like Quirrell's, which can only be covered up by taking garlic baths to mask the smell of dark magic."

Although the wizard was very dangerous, Dumbledore did not look cautious.

On the contrary, he even had time to tease Snape.

"What happened to you? Did you get splashed with a bowl of oily soup?"

Snape's sallow, greasy face froze, "Shut up! Dumbledore! Who do you think this is because of?"

Dumbledore scratched the tip of his nose and smiled mischievously.

"Since it's all because of me, you don't have to thank me."

A wisp of flame ignited from Snape's body, and exploded at a speed that he had no time to react, burning all over his body.

Then it went out again.