Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"What happened to Draco that even Harry and the others couldn't stop him?"

Brian covered his forehead and sighed silently.

"Well, at least my assessment of Draco is right. It's hard for him to accomplish anything, especially when he goes against the Saviors..." Brian could only comfort himself in this way, at least he knew people well.

He watched Quirrell raise his head from kneeling and begging, with an expression of ecstasy on his face, and he had no choice but to tell himself to adapt to circumstances.

For the first time, Brian felt a little angry, not at Harry or Malfoy, but at himself. He was very dissatisfied with himself.

"I hate this kind of situation where I lose control the most." Brian's handsome face darkened slightly, "My performance this year was unsatisfactory, and I will take this as a lesson in the future."

"You! Professor Quirrell? Oh, no...Neville..." Harry looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief, and he was so shocked that he couldn't breathe. He also saw Neville and Justin lying lifeless on the ground and thought they were dead.

Quirrell stood up, his eyes fixed on Harry with ecstasy in his eyes.

"Perhaps he can find the Philosopher's Stone so that I won't be punished by my master," he thought.

"Harry Potter, I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to send yourself in front of me." Quirrell showed a terrifying smile and said in a slow tone, "How touching..."

"You amused me, Harry Potter."

Quirrell waved his wand, and several ropes came out of thin air, tying Harry tightly.

"How could it be you... I thought it was Snape..." Harry fell to the ground and said in a panic as Quirrell slowly approached. This was really unbelievable. He couldn't believe this scene and began to suspect that the person in front of him was Snape's transformation.

"Snape does not look like a good person." Quirrell sneered and lifted Harry up from the ground. He said coldly, "Every day it's like a giant bat flying around, always trying to harm me. Good thing."

"He tried to recite a counter-curse to save you from me during the Quidditch match. He has been doubting and scaring me, trying to find evidence from me. He also tried to stop me on Halloween. It's a pity that the dog didn't bite him on the spot. die."

"Of course, with him standing in front of him, who would doubt the poor Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell was somewhat proud, thinking that he had defeated Snape.

"I will find the magic stone for my master, and he will soon make a comeback and become the king of the wizarding world again!"

Quirrell took Harry's rope and placed him in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Look in the mirror, Potter," Quirrell whispered. "Tell me what you see?"

Harry stared at the Mirror of Erised, and he saw himself in the mirror, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face. Neville was safe and sound, standing to his left. Ron and Hermione too, gathered around him and laughed happily.

Harry's eyes looked sad, he thought Neville was dead. Yes, who can escape from Voldemort's servants?

At this moment, he wanted Neville and Ron to be safe more than anything else, which overrode his desire to find the Philosopher's Stone.

"How is it?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry was so immersed in grief that he didn't even want to make up any more lies. He said in a low voice: "I saw that my friends and I were all safe, well, and happy..."

Quirrell cursed and kicked Harry away.

He sobbed softly: "Master, I can't find it... I'm sorry, I can't do it..."

"It's not bad to be able to solve Harry Potter... Let me come out, I want to talk to him face to face..." A sharp voice came from Quirrell, making him slightly relieved.

"But, Master, your strength has not recovered yet..."

"I still have this little strength..."

Quirrell raised his hand and untied the large purple scarf on his head.

The scarf fell down, and as Bigelow always wore a large scarf, his bare head looked surprisingly small and hairless.

Brian was facing the back of Quirrell's head at this time, and saw the ferocious and terrifying face above: the face was pale and dull, the eyes were red vertical pupils, slightly glowing, there was no nose, and there were only two slender slits like snakes. Same nostrils.

Brian looked away, but felt that Voldemort seemed to glance towards his position.

Then Quirrell turned around so that Voldemort's face was pointed at Harry.

Harry's face turned pale with fright. He fell to the ground and tried his best to break free from the ropes around him.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort ignored Harry's struggle and whispered, "Look what I have become, only shadow and steam... Only when sharing a body with others can I Having a body..."

Harry gasped for air and struggled on the ground.

Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on Harry, but his expression was somewhat pleasant. Although he failed to get the Sorcerer's Stone, it was obvious that he wanted to have a good talk with the boy who had made him look like this before killing Harry Potter, and appreciate his desperate expression.

"Ah, people say you are my nemesis..." Voldemort whispered, "I killed your parents, and your father tried to stop me beyond his power..."

"And your mother, of course, she didn't have to die." Voldemort said softly, "She knelt on the ground and begged me to spare you, and she stood in front of you..."

Harry stared at him fiercely, gritting his teeth so hard that his lips bled.

"Ah, the result was unexpected. When I tried to kill you, the spell bounced back on me..." Voldemort continued, "However, I haven't found anything special about you for a whole year..."

"Mediocre, arrogant, reckless, not smart enough, simply useless..." Voldemort pondered, "How did such a mediocre fool defeat the Dark Lord?"

"But I don't have to look for answers. You won't survive the night."

Harry rubbed the ropes on his body on the ground, and the wrists of his hands were bruised until blood flowed. Fortunately, his hands could move. He gasped for breath and tried to move back.

"Yes, I like your expression very much now... But you should be more desperate." Voldemort said hoarsely, "It's best to kneel on the ground and beg me to spare your life!"

Harry let out a "poof" and yelled: "Go ahead and daydream, I will never beg for mercy from you!"

"Whatever you want." The Dark Lord lost interest. He ordered Quirrell in a cold voice, "Go and catch him! Don't use the Death Curse, he is weird..."

Quirrell walked towards Harry, grabbed Harry's collar and raised the wand in his hand.

Harry's mind went blank. At this moment, a sentence came out of his mind:

“When you’re cornered, embrace your enemies.”

Without hesitation, he ran directly into Quirrell's arms.

His face was pressed against Quirrell's exposed neck, and the scar on his forehead hurt as if it had been cut open. He felt as if his head was about to split in half.

"No...Master...I can't catch him...ah——"

Quirrell howled in pain, and hideous blisters appeared on his neck. He tried desperately to peel Harry off of him. Harry realized that this was his only chance to survive. He used his free hands to hold on to Quirrell's robes and arms, refusing to let go.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Voldemort screamed.

Harry's scar ached painfully, and he didn't know how long he could hold on. When he realized that Quirrell was about to throw him away, driven by his will to survive, he bit Quirrell's neck fiercely.

There seemed to be blood splattering into his mouth, but he felt nothing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah -" Quirrell's howling voice gradually became hoarse.

The world seemed to be moving away from him, gradually becoming dark, leaving only intense pain, Quirrell's miserable howl and Voldemort's sharp roar...

Brian watched this scene quietly, his expression calm and indifferent, as if he was appreciating a movie worth savoring.

He saw Harry fainted, but Quirrell did not die immediately. He was struggling and howling on the ground, hideous blisters appeared on his face and neck, and then they burst and became erosive and disgusting.

Quirrell rolled on the ground, pieces of flesh and blood falling off his face.

Brian pursed his lips and stopped looking at the hideous and disgusting scene.

But just as he was about to look away, Quirrell stopped struggling and stood up.

No, it shouldn't be Quirrell.

At this time he was Voldemort.