The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 33 The End of the War and the Little Lion
"Well, it stinks! This giant stinks even when it's dead." Weiss passed the giant monster's room, holding his nose.

"This is the magic fire! And this question... logical question? Then, how should I get there?" Weiss took out the parchment and stretched it over, and it was instantly ignited.

"Using clear water like a spring? It shouldn't work. It doesn't seem to work at all, right? But how did that person pass? I heard from Hermione that there was only one potion in the bottle when they came, so the people who passed before must not have one." Drink, how did that go?"

At this moment, Harry's screams came from the room inside.

"No, it's too late! That's the only way!" Weiss followed Snape's prompt to find the half bottle of potion left, and drank it in one gulp. "Hiss! It's cold!" Weiss shivered and walked through the flames behind him.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that the troll's skin has magic resistance. Then, show me the resistance!" He said, waving the Gryffindor sword in his hand.

"Sure enough, although the smell is even more stinky, is this the smell of a barbecue giant?" Weiss put the giant monster's stinky and wrinkled skin on his body, and quickly passed through the magic fire.

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"Harry Potter! Tell me! Where is the Philosopher's Stone?" As soon as Weiss entered, he saw Professor Quirrell stepping on the bound Harry with his back to the door.

"All petrified!" A gray-white spell was fired from Weiss' wand.

"You idiot! Be careful behind you!" There was a male voice in the air, full of disgusting feelings, like a talking snake.

Hearing this voice, Quirrell stopped and pressed Harry, then turned around and released an armor body.

"Huh? Whose voice is this? Invisibility cloak or disillusionment spell?" Weiss thought suspiciously, careful to avoid the reflected spell. "Tsk tsk tsk, Professor Quirrell, I really didn't expect it to be you, we guessed it was Snape!" Weiss said while secretly looking for the hidden person.

"You idiot! How long will it take? After a while, there will be more and more people! Let me come!" The voice came out again.

"But, master, your physical strength..." Qi Luo said submissively, but he didn't stammer at all.

"Get rid of the two first-year little wizards! How much will it cost?" The voice revealed disdain.

"Okay, master." Quirrell put his wand away, stretched his hands to the top of his head, and was about to untie the turban on his head.

"Whoosh" came the sound of piercing through the air, Weiss was already close to him, and Quirrell hurriedly avoided the cut sword edge.

"That person is right, we in the first grade really don't know much magic." Weiss continued to wave his sword and approached Quirrell: "But since you put down your wand! Then you are the same as us! Can't cast magic!"

"Hmph, stupid!" The voice rang again. "Who told you that wizards need wands to cast spells? Disarm you!"

I saw Quirrell's hand dancing strangely, and Weiss and the sword in his hand were slammed into the air at the same time.

"Damn it! Why does it feel like the voice is behind Quirrell's head? Harry, quickly find a way to untie the rope!" Weiss stood up again tremblingly, hastily avoiding the spell that Quirrell shot.

"It's really useless! Trash! Cruciatus!" The voice came again, and a strange spell shot out from Quirrell's wand.Hit Weiss from a tricky angle.

"Wes!" Harry watched Wes fall down in an instant, struggling on the ground in pain.

"Huh! You can make the great Dark Lord spend so much time, you idiot, turn your head. Let me see the good students our great Dumbledore has taught!" The voice did indeed come from behind Quirrell. out.

"Yes, master!" Quirrell said, and untied the turban wrapped around his head.

Harry was horrified to find that there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head.It was the scariest face Harry had ever seen: a pale complexion, a pair of bloodshot eyes that seemed to be shining red, a flat nose with two slits for the nostrils, which looked like Snake's nose!

"Harry Potter! Did you see? The way I am now! I can only use one body with others... The blood of the unicorn has made me stronger... Now only the immortality that was made using the Philosopher's Stone The ageless body! You are willing to find it and give it to me, right? For your friend!" After speaking, Voldemort pointed his wand at Wes, "Crucio!"

Weiss breathed heavily and quickly, but didn't say a word, but his distorted body seemed to be telling his tragedy.

"You don't want him to continue to suffer, do you? That's not what our Headmaster Dumbledore taught you!" With a wave of Voldemort's wand, the rope on Harry's body was untied. "Use that mirror!" Voldemort pointed with his wand Looking at Wes, talking to Harry.

Harry walked into the magic mirror he had seen at Christmas, and he was surprised to find that he "taken" a red stone out of his pocket and put it back.Harry subconsciously touched his pocket, and sure enough, it was bulging, as if there was something in it.

"Harry Potter! Now! Now! Bring the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort followed Harry's movement and saw his pocket. "Otherwise, I'll torture him to death!" Voldemort's wand glowed again.

Harry had no choice but to walk slowly near them, and was about to take out his pocket when he heard Wes whispering something. "...Gather your strength and mine, and give them the same level of destruction—Long Po Zhan!" As the voice grew louder, the last three words seemed to be roared out.

Harry remembered that Wes had said the very spell he had written to him in the common room that day.At that time, Harry thought Wes was joking and didn't tell him the real spell, but the scene in front of him was exactly the same as the light he saw in the bathroom, only much weaker.

At this time, Harry remembered that Weiss should not be able to release this magic, "Yes, otherwise the magic power will be lost." This sentence came to his mind.

"Damn Dark Lord! You hurt me! Go to hell!" Weiss yelled.

Voldemort sensed the surge of magic power, "Crucio!" He subconsciously used the newly condensed magic.

Weiss, who was hit by the Cruciatus Curse, couldn't help shaking. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still knocked crooked.

"Ah! Master! It hurts! My right hand!" After Weiss's magic ended, he saw Voldemort's left shoulder and most of his left chest disappeared. Quirrell was screaming, blood spurting continuously.

"Shut up! Get the Philosopher's Stone quickly!" Voldemort was also a little weak, and gave Quirrell the initiative of his body.

Quirrell stumbled towards Harry and grabbed him.The moment he caught it, Weiss saw Quirrell's hand being bounced away.

"Master! My left hand!" Quirrell backed away in horror, the skin on his hand cracked inch by inch.

"What's going on?" Harry was still wondering, "Grab his body! Don't let him cast magic!" Wes's weak voice came from his ear.

Harry moved subconsciously and grabbed Quirrell. At this time, Quirrell's crack had spread to his neck, and there was no time to avoid Harry.

The moment Harry's hand touched Quirrell, the cracking became even faster.In the blink of an eye, his body was shattered into a ball of black ashes, and there was no more sound.

"Harry Potter! That boy! Damn you!"

Weiss watched a cloud of black smoke rising from the ashes, roaring and flying away.

"Holy hand, get rid of us..." Weiss was halfway through the spell, and couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down completely.

"Weese!" Harry ignored the drifting black smoke, rushed towards Wes, knelt and sat in front of him, not even paying attention to the drop of the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)