Hogwarts wizard nemesis

Voldemort commanded Quirrell, and suddenly, Leon rushed straight towards Quirrell, startling him.

Harry was also sweating for him.

At this moment, Leon was almost face to face with Voldemort, and saw that face whispering: "Boy, tell me, what is my future, why are you here?"

Layers of sweat broke out on Leon's forehead, and his mouth was trembling slightly.

"I I don't know"

A few seconds passed.

"Okay, okay" said Voldemort, "I'll know"

Leon seemed to be pushed out by a strong force and fell under the high platform of the Mirror of Erised.

Harry was worried about him and felt relieved when he saw that nothing major happened to him.

At this moment, Voldemort looked at Harry.

"In that case, Harry, now, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

It turned out that he knew that Harry's legs suddenly felt sensation, and he staggered back.

"Don't be stupid." Voldemort said viciously with his twitching face, "It's best to save your own life and take refuge in me, otherwise you will end up like your parents. They begged me for mercy before they died."

"You lied" Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell backed up and advanced towards him, allowing Voldemort to still keep an eye on Harry.

Now there was a grin on that wicked face.

"How touching," he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage. Yes, my child, your parents were very brave back then. I killed your father first, but he would rather die than give in and fight me bravely. Your mother is actually She doesn’t have to die to protect you, so just give me the magic stone and don’t let your mother die for you in vain.”

Only then did Leon understand the hardships and hardships that Harry's grandfather went through when he was a child. Both his great-grandfather and great-grandmother died at the hands of Voldemort, who deserved to die. How much challenges and hardships a boy of only eleven years old would endure. .

"Don't even think about it" Harry shouted hysterically.

He rushed towards the door burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed: "Get him!"

Then Harry felt Quirrell's hand grasp his wrist tightly.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt painfully, and he felt as if his head was going to split in two. He shouted loudly and struggled desperately.

At this moment, Leon found that his body could move. He quickly took out the wand hidden in the pocket of the wizard's robe. The top of the wand pointed at Quirrell and said: "Petrify them all."

Harry broke free from his restraints and quietly gave Leon a thumbs up, which was really timely.

But then, an unknown spell was cast on that face, and Quirrell, who had stopped, began to move again. He ran towards Harry and grabbed him tightly, but the next moment, he was seen hunched over in pain, looking at Quirrell watched as blisters appeared on his fingers.

"Get him, get him" Voldemort screamed again.

Quirrell lunged forward, knocked Harry to the ground, straddled him, and wrapped his hands around Harry's neck.

Leon was shocked, and he quickly used a floating spell on Quirrell. Although his magic power was not enough to throw an adult out, it could at least restrict Quirrell's movements for a while.

What I couldn't believe was that the spell had no effect on Quirrell.

Harry's scar felt sharp pain again, and his vision went black, but he still saw Quirrell howling in pain.

"Master, I can't hold him, my hand, my hand"

Although Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, his hands had already let go of Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in confusion.

Leon quickly helped Harry up and stepped back.

They could see that Quirrell's hands were shiny red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him, fool, and do it quickly," Voldemort said in a harsh voice.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to recite a fatal spell, but then, blisters appeared on Quirrell's face, and Harry's headache became more and more severe. His vision went black, and all he could hear was Quirrell's terrifying words. Screams and Voldemort's vicious growl of "Kill him, kill him!"

In addition, there was Leon shouting in his ears. It seemed a bit absurd for him to call himself grandpa. Maybe, this might be an illusion in his mind.

I do not know how long it has been.

Harry blinked and sat up, the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore gradually appearing in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry stared at him blankly at first, and then suddenly remembered: "Sir, the Philosopher's Stone is Quirrell, he got the Philosopher's Stone, Mr. Hurry"

"Don't get excited, dear boy, what you said is a bit outdated." Dumbledore said, "Quirrell did not get the Sorcerer's Stone."

"So who got it sir, me"

"Harry, calm down or Madam Pomfrey is going to kick me out."

Harry swallowed and looked around.

He realized he was in a hospital. He was lying on a bed covered with crisp white linen sheets. The table next to him was piled like a mountain, as if half a candy store had been moved here.

"They are all gifts given to you by your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Everything that happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the underground classroom is a complete secret, and secrets are always unknown. It spread like wildfire, so naturally all the teachers and students in the school knew about it. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally wanted to give you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to tease you. But Madam Pomfrey thought it was unhygienic, so she confiscated it."

“How long have I lived here?”

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger will be relieved to know that you are awake. They have been extremely worried."

"But the magic stone"

"It seems there is no way to distract you, okay, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell was not able to take it away from you. I arrived in time to stop him, but it was a pity that Quirrell escaped, but I must say, you actually handle it very well on your own."

"No, it's not my fault alone, Mr. Dumbledore," Harry said hastily.

Dumbledore's half-moon glasses revealed a look of surprise, and he said, "What do you mean, Harry?"

"There is another boy. There should be three of them. Wasn't it sent by Hagrid? I remember, he said his name was Leon. He was small, with black hair and very white skin. There was also a red-haired girl and A tall boy with yellow hair, they said Hagrid sent them here, didn’t they?”

"Maybe." Dumbledore's eyes glazed over, hesitating for a moment, and then said with a smile: "You know, Harry, Hagrid always brings surprises to people inadvertently."