The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 The Death of Quirrell
Voldemort passed Noreen who was standing there, and the light spots from the exit swallowed Voldemort's figure bit by bit.

Norin glanced at the space shrouded in a strong breath of death again, and smiled silently.

Talking about this kind of scene can't scare him, but here is the scene presented in the depths of Voldemort's heart. It is not difficult to see that what he fears most is death after all.

Above the sky, the feeling of being peeped by someone flooded Norrin's heart again.Norin glanced at the sky calmly, it was also shrouded in darkness, and there was no abnormality to be seen.

Noreen suppressed this doubt in his heart, and followed Voldemort out of the mirror world.This space was too depressing for him, and he couldn't bear it after staying for a while.And there was a Harry waiting outside the mirror, he couldn't guarantee that the spell on Harry was [-]% effective on Voldemort.

Facts have proved that Nolin's worries are a bit unnecessary.

Harry held the Philosopher's Stone that came from nowhere in his left hand, and his eyes were fixed on the Mirror of Erised.

When ripples appeared in the mirror, he raised his vigilance, waiting for the right hand to move.Although he didn't know what Norlin wanted him to do by grabbing Voldemort by hand, Harry chose to believe him.

Voldemort's figure slowly walked out of the mirror, and he saw the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand at a glance.However, Voldemort no longer had the joy of being about to succeed, but felt that the Philosopher's Stone was a silent mockery from Dumbledore to himself.

Harry's eyes froze, and the moment Voldemort's body appeared, he grabbed him tightly with his hands.

The astonishment on Voldemort's face lasted less than half a second, and a heart-piercing pain came from Harry's fingers, as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

He bowed his body in pain, watching the blisters appear on his fingers one by one on Quirrell's body.Then body, neck, face...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort immediately withdrew his control over Quirrell's body.The next moment, Quirrell, who had regained his senses, rolled all over the floor. There seemed to be countless flames burning in his body, and the wailing sound echoed in the room. The tragic situation shocked Harry.

When did I become so powerful?

Harry withdrew his right hand, shook it twice uncertainly, and looked puzzled.

Norin, who had just come out of the mirror world, narrowed his eyes, and he saw a wisp of black smoke drifting out of Quirrell's body, slipped out through a vent hole, and disappeared without a trace.

Norin shook his head, not thinking of pursuing.He walked to Quirrell's side, and Quirrell's struggle gradually weakened. He stared at Nolin absent-mindedly, as if he wanted to say something, his lips opened and closed slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.In the end, his eyes were slumped shut, and he lay on the ground without a sound.

Serving Voldemort like a father, working hard like an ox and a horse, and making Voldemort bend over at the cost of his own vitality, but this is what he got, Norlin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Let's go, it's over." Nolin stopped looking at Quirrell's body and said to Harry, "I think Ron needs to stay in the school hospital for a while."

"Huh?" Harry, who was in a daze, was startled and said anxiously, "Damn it, why did I forget about Ron...He and Hermione are still outside..."

Then, he saw Quirrell who had fallen to the ground and lost his vitality. Harry's eyelids twitched when he saw the corpse for the first time, and he asked fearfully:

"he died?"

"died."

Norin nodded, and walked out the door, "Let's go, Professor Dumbledore will take care of the next thing."

Harry glanced at Quirrell with lingering fear, and quickly followed Noreen.Hermione nearly wept with joy covering her face when she saw them come out safe and sound.

Harry persisted, and carried Ron all the way to the school hospital, where Madam Pomfrey soon arranged Ron to lie on the hospital bed.As soon as the three of them sat down in the ward, a tall figure quietly appeared in the room.

Dumbledore stared at Ron on the hospital bed for a few seconds, an old voice sounded in their ears,

"Come to my office and talk, all three of you."

Harry and Hermione had obvious surprise and relief on their faces after meeting the Headmaster.

Not long after, the three of them sat on soft chairs in Dumbledore's office.

"I have to say that although you were a bit reckless in this matter, you performed very bravely and outstandingly—including Mr. Weasley in the school hospital."

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, a steaming cup of tea floated in front of Norin and the others.Dumbledore smiled softly, with light shining in his blue eyes.

Because it was the first time to come to the principal's office, Harry and Hermione were a little cautious and didn't take the teacup immediately.Nuoling blew on the hot air in the cup, took a sip, and said:

"Honey black tea, it seems that the principal really likes everything related to honey."

"Which old man would refuse honey?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, each took a sip from their teacups, and their turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

"By the way, Professor, the Philosopher's Stone—"

Harry slapped his head, remembered something, took out the bright red stone from his pocket, and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore put it on the table casually, and said with emotion:

"I am grateful that you have worked so hard to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but unfortunately, it has completely lost its power."

"It's useless?" Harry asked puzzled, "Then your friend—Nick Flamel..."

"Oh, you still know Nick?"

Dumbledore said, his tone seemed very happy, "You made this matter very clear, didn't you?"

"That's it."

Harry gave Hermione a sheepish look, realizing that it was all her fault.

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?" Hermione asked, blinking.

"They've stockpiled some elixirs, enough to get them to sort things out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the astonished expressions on the faces of Harry and Hermione, Dumbledore said with a smile,

"I know, for people of your age, death is a very remote thing. But for Nick and Perenal, death is actually the equivalent of finally going to bed after a long day. up.

And, to the sane mind, death is just another great adventure.The Philosopher's Stone is not really a wonderful thing.With it, no matter how much wealth and life span you want, you can get what you want.These two things are what human beings want most. The point is, human beings prefer to choose the things that are least beneficial to them. "

Harry and Hermione didn't know what to say for a while.Nuoling leaned on the soft chair, sipping honey black tea, without saying a word.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)