Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Quirrell's face was now blood red, and his facial features could no longer be seen clearly.

But his eyes, which had lost the protection of their eyelids, turned into cold red vertical pupils, looking coldly in Brian's direction.

"Brian Foley, come out," he croaked.

Brian glanced at Quirrell's situation, which was still deteriorating, and hid behind the magic mirror after hearing this.

Voldemort waved his wand, revealing Brian's figure.

"Dark Lord, how can I help you?" Brian took off his invisibility cloak, slightly poked his head out from behind the magic mirror, and asked in a gentle and polite voice, as if he was greeting someone elegantly.

"I need your body, Brian." Voldemort said softly.

"Accept me, dedicate your heart and mind to me, take over Quirrell's position, and become my most trusted servant..."

Brian shook his head and said: "Please allow me to reject you. You know, I don't like this very much."

"Why refuse? This will be your most honored moment." Voldemort hissed, like a snake spitting out a message. "Accept me, and you will instantly possess powerful magic power and directly become a great wizard... This has always been your wish, hasn't it?"

"A great wizard?" Brian said with a pure smile, "Professor Quirrell doesn't look like him."

"Ah, he was too stupid and not loyal enough." Voldemort sighed softly. "He always disappointed me and even started to want to get rid of me... so I punished him."

"This is not good, this is not free." Brian shook his head, "So I refuse."

"Really? But it's not up to you..." Voldemort whispered, "I want to thank you for allowing me to regain some strength...Although this body is about to collapse, I can barely have some when I have a body. strength……"

"This is enough for me to share my body with you without asking for your consent..." He said softly, waving his wand to cast a few defensive spells such as the Iron Armor Curse around him, and then staggered closer to Brian. .

"You have to accept me, Brian." Voldemort said in a whisper-like tone, "You will be transformed by this, and this will be the most glorious moment in your life."

Brian stepped back and raised his wand towards Voldemort.

"Even if you refuse, you can't resist me, why don't you accept it?" Voldemort continued to approach him, he was confident that his defense would never be broken by a little wizard.

"Yes, yes, Quirrell is afraid of me and regrets finding me, because the punishment I gave him made him tired of me and wanted to get rid of me..."

"He is not so loyal anymore. Sometimes he even deliberately makes himself appear suspicious in an attempt to attract Dumbledore's attention..." Voldemort sneered, "Yes, he has some illusions in his heart, imagining that Dumbledore can catch Him, save him.”

"He thought I didn't know, but he didn't know that all the thoughts in his mind were under my nose...even if it was just a fleeting desire in his subconscious."

"Yes, Dumbledore must have discovered his suspicions. He acted like you could discover them, and Severus was also suspicious. How could Dumbledore not know?" He smiled coldly and kept walking. The closer pushed Brian into a corner, "Unless he's old and confused."

"Dumbledore may not know that I am in Quirrell's mind, but he must know that he is serving me." Voldemort said, "But so what? He is just trying to catch a big fish with a long line, and wants to find me and The secret of my immortality..."

"In turn, I took advantage of that..."

Brian sighed slightly and said, "Yes, so Dumbledore allowed Quirrell to make small moves under his nose, and also ignored some of the doubts that Quirrell deliberately showed... He didn't know that sometimes Quirrell was actually asking for help."

"Perhaps when Quirrell agreed to let you enter his mind, he was already hopeless." Brian said thoughtfully. His back hit the wall and there was no way out.

"Ah, that's because he is ignorant. If he can satisfy me, I don't mind sharing the secret of immortality with him..." Voldemort approached him, narrowed his eyes and said, "You have this potential, Brian, You are as smart and ambitious as I was then."

"Really?" Brian murmured, and then said with a toothy smile, "But I refuse."

"You rejected me for the third time, Foley. This makes me very unhappy..."

"Then I might do something to make you even more unhappy." Brian said with a troubled expression, holding up his wand.

"Oh? Do you think you can resist me?" Voldemort said in a playful tone, "Although this body will fall down at the touch of a touch, it still has some magic power and is much stronger than you..."

Brian's eyes became cold, and he didn't want to waste any more time. He had been waiting for so long and no one had come out to save him. It seemed that Dumbledore would not be able to come back for the time being.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Brian shouted in a cold tone.

A beam of dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the wand, and Voldemort mocked, but then the green light hit him, causing his mocking expression to freeze on his face.

Quirrell's body began to collapse, starting from his limbs, slowly turning into ashes and scattering.

"How... could you..." Before his head was completely reduced to ashes, Voldemort saw Brian's eyes. They were filled with murderous intent, as if facing a blood feud.

"How is it possible?" The murderous intent in Brian's eyes disappeared instantly. He looked at the body that was rapidly collapsing in front of him with clear eyes, and his face turned pale. He said calmly: "Isn't this what you taught me, Professor Quirrell?"

"As you said, Avada Kedavra is a very magical spell. You don't have to have strong magic power, but as long as you have enough killing intent, you can use it to deprive yourself of life."

Even if this is not enough to kill the powerful wizard, it is definitely easy to deal with Quirrell, whose body is broken at the touch of a touch.

Quirrell's body was completely reduced to ashes, leaving only his black robe spread on the ground.

A black mist floated out from the ashes, and its front end condensed into the shape of a head of black mist. It passed through Brian's body with a ferocious expression, passed through the wall behind him, and disappeared.

Brian slumped to the ground with a pale face. The spell drained all his magic power.

"In any case, thank you, Professor Quirrell," Brian looked at the ashes on the ground lightly and whispered, "In a sense, you did successfully resist the Dark Lord."

The ashes were scattered quietly on the floor, and there was silence all around.

Brian sat leaning against the wall and exhaled softly.

The Death Curse is his trump card when facing possible dangers.

He had practiced this spell in the Room of Requirement, and he found that when he used Occlumency to simulate illusory murderous intent, he could strengthen the power of the spell.

This spell seems to extract his magic power based on his murderous intent, achieving a certain effect.

Most importantly, this spell is nearly impossible to defend against with other spells, other than to dodge it.

Therefore, after Quirrell found him tonight, he used the two witness points he had saved to improve his Occlumency level, making himself a true Occlumency expert.

In this way, he can virtually create the greatest murderous intention and mobilize all his magic power to release this spell.

This is just in case. Once the worst happens, that is, when Quirrell turns against him tonight and tries to kill him, this spell will be his last trump card.

"I didn't expect it would really be used." Brian laughed to himself.

Just now, he allowed nothing to remain in his mind except murderous intent. The spell drained all his magic and left him powerless.

"As a result, the future path will change." He murmured expressionlessly.

His original idea was to follow the Dark Lord so that he could understand Black's movements, ensure the normal progress of the plot, and find opportunities to participate.

But it is obviously impossible at this time.

Voldemort was probably furious.

"Sure enough, following Voldemort is too cheap." Brian commented with an indifferent look.

"It's not impossible to change the way of participation."

After his body regained some strength, Brian stood up.

He first checked Harry's condition and found that he was only in a deep coma and his life was not in danger, so he ignored him.

He looked in the direction of the Mirror of Erised, his eyes shining slightly.

Maybe, he can take a look at the Philosopher's Stone?

Brian felt like there was a kitten scratching his heart.

He had always been curious about alchemy's highest achievements.

He walked to the Mirror of Erised.

Brian smiled at him in the mirror and put a red stone in his robe pocket.

Brian took out the bright red stone from his pocket.

The Mirror of Erised always reflects one's most pressing desires.

When there is nothing urgent to obtain, he can reflect the truest desires in people's hearts, such as Harry's parents, such as Brian's freedom.

But when people have an urgent desire, it will always show what they desire most.

So in the original book, what Harry saw was that he had found the Philosopher's Stone, but now that he thought his friend was dead, what he saw was completely different.

"Interesting." Brian said.

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