Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"Haha, it seems that there is a new friend here." Quirrell sneered, his expression looked strange, his face was pale, like a dead body, and his expression was particularly arrogant.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and just as quickly as he said it, a few ropes jumped out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly. Then Harry was pulled to Quirrell's side and was forced to look directly at him. Mirror of Erised.

"He was with me wherever I went," Quirrell said quietly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was a foolish young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil. idea.

It was the owner who pointed out my mistake.There is no good or evil in the world, there is only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power...

Since then I have served him faithfully, but I have disappointed him many times.He has always been very hard on me. Quirrell suddenly trembled, "He never forgives my mistakes easily."He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts.He punished me...and decided to monitor me more closely from now on. "

Albert pointed his wand directly at Quirrell and took a breath of air. Now he could feel that there was a powerful magic boiling in Quirrell's body.

"Aren't you going to pretend, Quirrell?" Albert lowered his center of gravity and tensed up.

"Bad boy, according to you, you already knew this?" Quirrell narrowed his eyes slightly and his wand flashed green light.

"I wasn't sure before, but that night, the unicorn blood at the corner of your mouth and the smell of garlic on your body exposed you!

I really don't understand, what's so good about Voldemort?

Are you because he doesn't take a bath, or because he has no nose?

Did you start to imitate your master after following him and never take a shower, which is why you have such a stench! "

【Ding!Quirrell's negative emotion +100! 】

【Ding!Voldemort's negative emotions +100! 】

"Avada Kedavra"

A ray of green light came, and Albert made a stone slab protrude from the ground, but the green light of the killing curse directly penetrated the stone slab, the color was slightly dim, and he continued to run towards Albert.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

The invisible sharp blade collided with it, barely destroying the dimming green light.

Albert flicked his wrist, feeling secretly miserable in his heart. This was completely different from that in the Forbidden Forest that night. It was like a different person, and the power of the spell was much stronger than before.

"You escaped in the Forbidden Forest, but now there is no phoenix to save you. I will make you pay the price."

"Idiot, use Harry Pott first, I want to get the Philosopher's Stone!" A hoarse voice came from Quirrell's turban, "Let me meet that boy myself."

Quirrell asked Harry to look at the Mirror of Erised and let the ropes bind Harry tightly.

Then he took off his turban. Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes. Below it were two slender snake-like snakes. nostril.

He whispered, "Harry Pott... and Albert Klein."

"Look what I have become!" said the face, "only shadow and vapor remain... I can only have form when I share a body with others...

But there are always those who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Over the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has restored some of my strength... You saw Quirrell drink my blood that day in the Forbidden Forest , If it wasn't for you, a mudblood, to cause trouble, I would definitely have more energy now. "

Albert saw Voldemort's embarrassed and ferocious face through the Mirror of Erised. He felt uncertain, but he could not be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

He said to Voldemort:

"It turns out to be Your Highness the Dark Lord. Please forgive me. If I knew that you were living in the back of Quirrell's head, I would never do this..."

"I wonder if any of your subordinates have praised your appearance. In other words, has anyone said that you are handsome?"

Voldemort's flat face twisted into a ball, and he said in a cold tone: "Sharp-tongued child, appearance is not important, only strength, magic is power, and immortality is the true meaning!"

"Haha, that means no. This can only mean one thing. Dear His Highness the Dark Lord, that is - your men are absolutely loyal to you, and they did not lie to you!

Please forgive me, I'm not saying you are ugly, I just want to express that your appearance may not be in line with the public's aesthetics.

It's such a pity that no one can discover your beauty like this. You know, including the world of ordinary people, there are billions of people on the earth. You are the only one who grows up like you. You should stay in the British Museum. Here, the world admires your appearance..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort became angry and ordered Quirrell to launch an attack without mercy, using his special skills. With Voldemort's blessing, this death curse was very terrifying.

"Fire is burning."

Albert did not dare to be careless and used his most powerful fire spell to meet him.

The blue sharp fire collided with the green life-killing curse, and the two parties came to a stalemate, but the junction of the spells continued to move towards Albert.

If he faced another wave, Albert would be the one who died. He made a prompt decision and suddenly increased his magic output. Fierce fire spurted out for a distance. Albert used this time to quickly retreat.

He controlled a small wisp of flame, flew to the ropes binding Harry, and silently burned him.

"Collapsed!" "God's edge is gone!" Albert's curse spread out like a downpour. Although the damage was not great, Voldemort and Quirrell had to withdraw and deal with it, and they had no time to deal with it. profit.

"That's so despicable, you're two against one!"

Avoiding the green light that passed by him, Albert shouted to Harry, who was still stunned: "He has no face left, Harry, grab his face!"

"what?"

"Punch Voldemort in the nostril!"

Although I don't understand what Albert means, Harry is indeed a person who can handle things, and he really takes care of things.

He rushed forward, raised his two fists, and punched the back of Quirrell's head, which was Voldemort's face.

"Bang! Bang!"

The muffled sound was very loud in the silent small room. Following these two heavy punches, Voldemort and Quirrell screamed in pain at the same time.

His skin was wrinkled and blistered, looking like boiled plastic, with big blisters. Seeing the opportunity, Harry took advantage of the situation and pressed his hands firmly against Voldemort's face...

Quirrell's body turned into ashes. Before he died, his eyes showed disbelief, and he shouted desperately: "Master, save me."

But Voldemort was now like a mud Buddha crossing the river - unable to protect himself. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed out of Quirrell's decayed body, roaring: "You two wait, I will definitely come back to find you!"

Perhaps it was the double blow to his mind and body that had been dominated by Harry's hands, which made Voldemort angry. Before leaving, he deliberately penetrated Harry's body and knocked him out.

As Harry staggered and fell to the ground, the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket rolled out and stopped at Albert's feet.

Albert picked up the magic stone and looked at it carefully in his hand. Although he couldn't see why, it didn't prevent his eyes from showing a blurry light.

The rose-red translucent gemstone shines brilliantly. It is such an inconspicuous stone that can create endless wealth and eternal life.

"This is really a beautiful stone, isn't it, Albert?" As Albert expected, within a minute of getting the magic stone, an old voice sounded behind him.

He was an old but not thin figure, with a dark purple wizard's cloak dragging on the ground. His silver hair and beard were long enough to be tucked into his belt. His nose was long, but twisted. It seemed that it had been broken at least twice. The blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses stared at Albert.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, you came just in time." Albert's words contained a gun and a stick. He would not come sooner or later. He had to wait until everything was settled and the spoils were divided.

As the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore could apparate around the campus, but he rushed to the Ministry of Magic slowly, realized something was wrong, and then returned slowly.

Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic, most likely as a pretense, to trick Quirrell into stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and then letting Harry Potter stop it, so as to achieve the purpose of training the savior, and the mastermind behind the scenes was most likely watching all this in secret. .

"Um... Although I don't know what happened specifically, it seems that you successfully prevented Voldemort's plan. You did a good job!"