I swung a sword at Hogwarts

For this reason, he hated Harry to the core.

Taking out his wand, Quirrell fired a spell at Harry.

Harry flew out and fell to the ground. Quirrell had a mad look on his face and shouted, "Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Let me talk to him, you are useless, Quirinus!"

The shrill voice spoke again.

"No! Master, I can do it. I can definitely get the Philosopher's Stone for you!"

Now Quirrell was completely panicked, and he stuttered, trying to get his master to give him another chance.

But Voldemort no longer trusted this subordinate and forcibly took away his body.

Being so weak now, Quirrell was no match for Voldemort.

As Harry watched in horror, Quirrell's body turned in a strange position.

He grabbed his head with both hands and twisted and spun it like a large rubber ball.

The sickening smell became stronger. The scarf-wrapped head turned in front of him, and Quirrell untied it bit by bit.

There was actually a human face behind that head.

Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. It was like chalk, with glowing red eyes and two long, snake-like nostrils below.

Quirrell said weakly in fear: "Master, give me a chance."

A look of disgust appeared on Voldemort's face, and Quirrell was no longer breathing.

This body is now completely controlled by Voldemort.

Looking at the culprit who had turned him into what he was now, he whispered, "Harry Potter..."

Harry wanted to back away, but his legs seemed to be frozen, and the wound on his forehead was stabbing.

"Look at what I have become."

There was venom in Voldemort's tone, he hated it so much.

The Dark Lord who was supposed to rule the wizarding world has now become nothing more than a shadow and steam. He is just a wandering soul without a body and can only live in the bodies of weak animals.

However, there are some people who are willing to let him enter their bodies, and Quirrell is one of them.

"Once I get the elixir of life, I will be able to recreate a body of my own."

Voldemort could already see how much panic the world would be plunged into if he regained his body, and he felt that everything was under control.

Dumbledore was sent away to the Ministry of Magic, and now there was no one who could stop Voldemort.

He held his wand, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Now, Harry, why don't you give me that Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

He is not the fool that Quirrell is. In his heyday, he was a wizard who could be on par with Dumbledore.

This little trick naturally couldn't be hidden from his eyes.

He raised his wand and slashed it across, and the invisible knife cut open Harry's pocket.

A bright red stone fell from his pocket. Harry wanted to pick it up, but was tied up by the deformed belt controlled by Voldemort.

When Voldemort picked up the thing he had been longing for, he let out a strange geigeigei laugh.

Looking at Harry, the guy he hated.

He rose to power by stepping on the great Dark Lord, a hypocritical liar.

He wanted to torture this child, this being that the world called the savior.

"Look at you, kid. Your parents were very brave back then. I always admire courage."

"I killed your father first, but he refused to surrender and bravely fought me. Your mother didn't have to die, but she risked her life to protect you. What a stupid thing to do."

Harry only felt that the scar on his forehead was more painful, and memories of his childhood seemed to flash back in his mind.

That green light and the suffocating laughter.

"No, Voldemort, I will defeat you!" he shouted.

Voldemort smiled coldly and poked Harry's scar with his wand.

"Look at this, this scar, that lie of a savior, do you really think of yourself as a savior?"

The wand moved across the scar, causing Harry to whine in pain.

Voldemort's smile gradually twisted, and he also felt that his body was dying quickly.

Without the soul of its original owner, Quirrell's body was turning into a corpse.

Voldemort raised the Philosopher's Stone above his head, the bright red light emanating from the stone, and he raised his wand to end Harry.

Harry's breathing became rapid and his eyes were fixed on Voldemort. Was he really going to die like this?

"Child, is the magic your mother left you still there?"

Before taking action, Voldemort recalled a scene twelve years ago and hesitated.

He reached out and touched Harry's body, and blisters quickly appeared on this frail body.

With that magic in place, Voldemort could not harm Harry.

This made him very unwilling.

Voldemort regretted letting Quirrell die too early.

Now that he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he knew he had to leave and take the Philosopher's Stone away before Dumbledore returned.

"Don't leave!"

Harry shouted angrily but to no avail. Voldemort was walking towards the door step by step right in front of him.

Harry growled, feeling powerless.

Just as Voldemort was about to leave, John, who had been hiding, took action.

Voldemort was no more than an arm's length away from John.

At this distance, John attacked decisively.

The greatsword swung and emitted a dazzling silver light.

He backstabbed!

Chapter 33: House Cup and Gryffindor

"who!"

By the time Voldemort discovered it, it was too late.

John swung his sword without hesitation towards the hand holding the Philosopher's Stone.

There was not much blood on the arm that flew out, and it quickly shrank.

"come out!"

Voldemort waved his wand with his remaining hand, and green light shot in John's direction.

John rolled sideways in preparation to avoid the next forward sprint.

He swung the sword in his hand like a windmill, cutting off Voldemort's other hand.

Drawing his wand, John delivered the final blow.

Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.

"Reducto"

Voldemort's frail body shattered at this moment, and John sat down on his butt.

"Luckily, his current condition is not as bad as the Forbidden Forest."

John seemed to be doing this in a very cool and relaxed manner, but it actually exhausted his mind greatly.

Especially when he dodged the green light, he knew he had made a mistake.

If Voldemort's body was a little better, if Voldemort had not let down his guard because he was sure of victory, that blow would have been enough to kill him.

Fortunately, John's training over the past few days has enabled him to dodge it instinctively.

After sitting for a while, John looked at Harry who was still struggling.

Voldemort may be dead, but magic lives on.

He walked over and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

From Harry's perspective, Voldemort was like fighting a ghost. In just a moment, his two arms were cut off and his body exploded.

He was still in doubt when he saw the Philosopher's Stone floating up.

"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry looked hopefully at the Philosopher's Stone. Just as John was about to speak, he saw the dead Voldemort condense into a puff of black smoke and transform into a hideous face flying towards Harry.

"Stop!"

Without thinking, John threw his weapon towards the black smoke to stop it.

But this black smoke was not real. The flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.

Harry heard a scream again, his mind went blank, and then he lost consciousness.

The black smoke had dissipated when John reached him. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.

"Isn't he going to die?"

Looking at Harry in doubt and surprise, John slapped the savior's face several times. Seeing that there was no reaction, he took out a bunch of potions and prepared to try them on him one by one.

"I think Harry Potter just got too frightened."

A mellow and old voice sounded, John looked up and saw Dumbledore appeared here.

He looked like he had just returned from outside.

"John Wick, I think you can remove the Disillusionment Curse."

After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.

After it was lifted, he revealed himself, scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes: "It seems that you have chosen the right path and have not been blinded by power."

John's eyes flashed with understanding. Sure enough, this old man knew what he and Quirrell were studying.

It seems that everything is under the control of the other party. Maybe he has not left the school at all. It seems that I have done something unnecessary.

He said respectfully: "It's all thanks to the school's good teaching."

In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore also rushed back.

He just found out not long ago that someone had entered the location of the Philosopher's Stone. If John hadn't arrived in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.

Dumbledore picked up Harry and the sea of ​​fire dissipated with a wave of his hand.

"Let's take Harry to the hospital ward. Poor Harry doesn't know if he can make it to the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."

John nodded, and as he left, he blinked, and it seemed that he was still holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Glancing at Dumbledore who seemed to have noticed nothing, John hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face: "I am glad that you are an honest child. Remember our agreement? I think my old friend Nicolas Flamel would not mind his Philosopher's Stone being used by a little wizard for a while."

Nico Flamel!

John stopped in surprise, looking like a Niffler who had dropped his coin.

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6 month 9 day.

Three days had passed since the incident, but John still hadn't recovered.