Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

After the trio successfully hypnotizes Louie into jumping off the entrance with crappy music, two hidden figures reveal themselves nearby.

"You asked me to come here today to see their wonderful adventures?"

Rollo, who was supposed to visit Nicoléme, reached out and stroked Lu Wei's big furry head. The three-headed dog, which was lying on the ground, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail, was very happy at this time.

"More than an amazing adventure, but a validation."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Verify the connection between Harry and Tom."

"Just like I don't understand the protective magic on you, I also don't understand the protective magic that Lily used her life to leave for Harry. I think it is the power of love. Maybe you have heard this from Professor Flitwick description of."

"What drives spell magic is not just the strength of the magic power, nor just how deeply the wizard studies the spell. The power of the spell has a very strong connection with the wizard's own talent and the emotion when casting the spell."

"The love that protects Harry is a powerful shield, powerful enough to reflect the killing curse. It can protect Harry from real harm in front of Tom. At the same time, Harry with this power will also become a powerful opponent." Tom’s sword has an advantage that even I don’t have.”

"I am already old. Although many people think that I am the strongest white wizard in England and even Europe, I also know very clearly that my body is becoming weak and old, and my magic power is slowly fading."

"Tom who became Voldemort was brought into the wizarding world by myself. It was me who contributed to his birth. As the principal of Hogwarts, I have to protect my students."

"The existence of Horcruxes will allow Voldemort to resurrect at any time. False immortality is also a type of immortality. As I am aging, I cannot protect this place forever, so I chose Harry."

"Of course." Dumbledore paused, "This is not entirely due to my selfishness as an old man who is unwilling to take responsibility."

"On Halloween 11 years ago, Harry was already connected with Tom. The innocent boy was connected with the Dark Lord who caused chaos and destruction."

"Go down and take a look, and you will know all about it."

"If my judgment is not wrong."

Dumbledore looked deeply at Rollo. The previous conversation in the Forbidden Forest did make Dumbledore change. Rollo frankly stated his ambitions. From then on, there were many camps against Voldemort. One person.

It's not that Rollo has a sense of justice and hates evil, but that the resurrected Voldemort will become a huge stumbling block on the road to realizing his ambitions.

And blocking the path of a Slytherin who would do anything to succeed, the only outcome would be to face him head-on and have his family slaughtered by a dark wizard. Dumbledore did not think that he would choose to fight with the dark wizard. Complicity.

He will only become dirtier and have no bottom line and use all means to kill those damn bastards.

The world needs good people, but it also needs guys who are worse than the bad guys.

Dumbledore, who chose to confess everything to Rollo, was just arranging a new back-up for himself. How could it be called a conspiracy if something you and I were willing to do?

The two men who disappeared again did not jump down the dark hole. As Dumbledore, who arranged all this, of course he did not have to go through many levels of obstacles to reach the end like the three warriors.

The three Harrys broke through the levels surprisingly quickly. Professor Sprout's devil's net couldn't even entangle them for ten seconds, and Professor Flitwick's flying key was not a problem.

Even without the help of the Obstacle Spell, two of the trio are Quidditch seekers, and this room full of winged keys contains Comet 260, which is convenient for them to break through.

In the subsequent encounter, the chessboard arranged by Professor McGonagall didn't even have any effect. The invisibility cloak left to him by Harry's father was one of the Three Hallows of Death. No detection magic could directly detect the person being cloaked. Even the Marauder's Map can't cover people unless Harry reveals his head and escapes from the area covered by the Invisibility Cloak.

The chessboard was bypassed without being triggered, and they majestically bypassed the gatekeeper and entered the next room.

Such a smooth clearance made the three of them vaguely aware that something was wrong. If the secret room was really set up to protect the magic stone, why could a first-year wizard himself pass it so easily?

The next level is the troll, but this smelly goalkeeper is already unconscious, and the bloody lump on his head is the reason why he fainted. Even if this guy is not unconscious, they have seen with their own eyes how Rollo plays with the troll. Find a way to defeat this stupid, smelly monster.

"Maybe Rollo is right."

Harry paused slightly at the entrance to the next level.

"Do you remember?" Harry said: "He said this could be an adventure of courage and wisdom, a surprise prepared by Professor Dumbledore for the brave night walkers."

The tension of worrying about the Philosopher's Stone being stolen quietly relaxed at this moment. When Harry said such words, Dumbledore glared at Rollo angrily.

"It seems you have already guessed it."

"You yourself have made it so obvious. Reading more is good for brain development. Besides, Harry is quite smart, especially since he has the excellent quality of thinking clearly and rationally in critical moments."

"The devil's net that I learned how to deal with in the first grade, the broomstick that was deliberately placed in the Flying Key House, and the invisibility cloak that was given to Harry at Christmas that can conceal his traces and deceive the rocks. The tips you gave yourself need to be updated. Is it obvious?"

"Even if I didn't mention this, Harry wouldn't be able to guess it himself? Even a smarter little wizard would be able to guess it, right?"

Dumbledore, who was speechless, turned his head and secretly said that children nowadays are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Snape's word games were also not a problem for them. Hermione, who could see at a glance that this was a logical reasoning problem, took less than a minute to figure out the secret and took the smallest bottle of potion in her hands.

"It can help us pass through the black flames ahead and enter the next level, but the potion inside should only be enough for one person."

As she said that, Hermione pointed to a round-bellied bottle, "This contains a potion that can allow us to go back through the purple flames. It's probably enough for two people."

"So, move forward or... go back?"

"Maybe the magic stone is not here at all. The design of these levels is too simple. It is so simple that we can get here effortlessly, and it doesn't even take 5 minutes."

"If there really was a Philosopher's Stone, Professor Dumbledore would not have made such a stupid mistake."

Hermione, who was holding the potion bottle in her hand, looked at Harry and Draco.

"We are already here, of course we have to keep going."

Harry reached out and took the smallest bottle, "Maybe behind the flames is leading to Professor Dumbledore's office. I brought you here, so let me explain to him."

Harry raised his head and drank the potion, and used this action to wink at Draco and Hermione, "There are two broomsticks behind, so you can ride back."

Draco and Hermione nodded slightly, then drank the potion from the round-bellied bottle and left the room through the purple flames.

And Harry moved forward without hesitation at this moment. He held the wand in his hand and crossed the raging sea of ​​fire in one stride.

But in the next second, the wand he was holding tightly flew out of his hands. Harry, who immediately realized that he had been hit by a disarming spell, had no time to make any more moves, and ropes as thick as his fingers tied his hands and feet. Keep him in place unable to move.

"Actually, I've always wanted to..." A heavy breathing sound appeared, "...I want to meet you..."

"Harry Potter."

A face that was covered in flesh and began to rot appeared in front of Harry.

"Are you Quirrell?"

Harry struggled hard to break free from the rope, but the rope was tied tightly and he couldn't break free for a while.

"Don't bother, Potter, you can't escape."

The corpse-like guy in front of him spoke in a hoarse and sticky voice, which made Harry feel chills.

"As for me, of course I am not Quirrell."

"This stupid waste is almost useless. Even his body is almost on the verge of collapse..."

When talking about this matter, a flash of rage appeared on this ugly face.

"Some damn bastard plotted against me. Without the replenishment of unicorn blood, I had to over-squeeze Quirrell's little remaining vitality to maintain my existence."

"Harry Potter..." he murmured in a whisper, "Actually, we have known each other for a long time, we have known each other ten years ago."

"Although the acquaintance that night was not so pleasant."

"I lost my body, thus giving you the title of Boy-Who-Lived."

"Voldemort!" Harry shouted fiercely, with several veins popping out of his clenched hands.

"What a familiar name...what a delightful name."

Voldemort sneered and said, "You should thank your brave mother for turning me into this, even though I didn't expend any effort in killing her."

"No one told you what happened at that time, right? I think you should say thank you to me, otherwise you will never know that she was crying and begging me before she died. She said, "Let Harry go, let him go. my child". "

He said in a flirtatious tone that the Voldemort in the past was evil, which made Harry's eyes bloodshot at this moment. If eyes could kill, the weak Voldemort in front of him would have been cut into pieces.

"I like your look, the look in your eyes that is painful and sad, but helpless."

"I'm very curious about what's so special about you, why the Death Curse rebounded, and why the great Lord Voldemort, who made the entire wizarding world tremble, was defeated by a one-year-old child."

"I've always been curious about this question."

"However, we have enough time to study after this. As long as I get the magic stone, I will take you to study it together."

"I will not erase your consciousness. I will let you watch yourself use your hands to shape a new body for me to welcome Lord Voldemort's return."

"Just dream, ***!" Harry, who had accidentally bitten his lip just now, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "The Philosopher's Stone is not here at all. It's like Professor Dumbledore would make a joke about such a precious item. Put it here?"

"I know how you failed in the first place."

Harry glared at Voldemort with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He subconsciously imitated Snape, and the sarcastic effect was outstanding.

"You are not even aware of this kind of thing. You must have been stupid to death. You took the wand backwards and killed yourself with the Death Curse, right? Idiot!"

"Tearing your mouth apart will not affect my ability to control your body later."

Voldemort, who was breathing a little faster, said coldly, "But I think this punishment is too light. I will punish you well and hope you can behave bravely."

"Dumbledore thought he had calculated everything. I knew he was luring me into taking the bait, so the bait he took out had to be real."

"The Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts, it's right here."

Voldemort, who slowly began to pace, turned around, revealing the mirror that was originally blocked behind him.

"The old guy always likes to play with his own cleverness. He can see the Mirror of Erised that he desires in his heart."

"I'm very grateful for everything he arranged, such as sending you to me."

"Go get me the Philosopher's Stone, Potter. This is your first gift to your master."

The rotten arm holding the wand moved slightly, and Harry, who was violently pulled up by a force, was pushed in front of the Mirror of Erised. There was a cough. Every spell cast at this time was extremely heavy for Voldemort. burden.

To be able to sustain for so long after the battle in the Forbidden Forest, in addition to Voldemort's superb black magic skills, Quirrell's life is also very strong.

"You can't get anything from me!"

Forced to be fixed in front of the mirror, Harry gritted his teeth and roared.

"Even if I die! Don't get anything from me! I won't become your tool or lackey!"

"It's not up to you."

Voldemort stood behind Harry.

"The magic mirror that can reveal your heart's desires, the more you reject it, the greater the temptation it will give you."

"Let me guess, you must be thinking now that I can't give the Philosopher's Stone to the great Voldemort, right?"

"Harry Potter..."

A ferocious evil smile appeared on Voldemort's rotten and ugly face.

"I have seen through that old guy's calculations. Does he think he is the only smart person in the world?"

"No...no...no...that's not the case!"

"Do not!"

Harry closed his eyes tightly, but the power from magic opened his eyelids. Just as Voldemort said, what he really wanted in his heart was that he could not get the Philosopher's Stone.

But his own reflection in the mirror held up a stone, and then, despite his constant rejection, he forcefully stuffed the magic stone into his trouser pocket with a smile on his face.

A strange feeling appeared, and Harry noticed that there was a hard object in his pants pocket, something as hard as a stone.

"I told you that you would bring me the first gift. From what you just said, you should have gotten it, right?"

"My dear Harry Potter."

"I will reward you well for giving me this gift, Voldemort."

"It's here."

Quirrell flicked his wand in Harry's pocket, and the magic stone was picked out by the tip of the wand. A bright red stone was held in his hand with the uncorrupted index finger and thumb of his left hand.

"You did really well."

Voldemort used his wand to lift Harry's chin, letting him admire the gorgeous Philosopher's Stone with him.

"I will seal your memory and turn you into an idiot who knows nothing, but it will not be permanent. Then I will leave this rotting body and control you to leave Hogwarts."

"With the Magic Stone, I can easily shape my real body. At that time, I will unlock your memory and let you put on new clothes for me with your own hands and serve me by my side."

"This is a pretty good experience, right?"

"Harry Potter?"

Looking at this face so close to him, Harry, who was filled with anger but had no way to vent it, couldn't even squeeze out a curse. He looked at Voldemort's manic laughter and just wanted to hit him head-on to make the harsh laughter disappear. .

Perhaps the struggle he had been having had an effect. The weak Voldemort didn't have much magic to trap Harry. His originally tense body had the ability to move. Even though the ropes that bound his hands and feet were still there, Harry kicked his feet. , a solid headbutt was imprinted on Voldemort's trembling chin as he laughed wildly.

Harry knocked him down, and at this moment, when the two of them touched, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, but it was Voldemort who was suppressed by Harry who was wailing.

The already rotting body seemed to be burning without fire, and the rising black smoke accompanied the gray Jinhua's body as it continued to shatter and collapse.

The magic that protected Harry was still in effect. The powerful and mysterious magic took effect the moment Harry came into contact with his enemy.

Even when Voldemort was at his most powerful, he could not break this magic and kill Harry. At this moment when the power was reversed, the destroyed party naturally became Voldemort.

As the magic collapsed, the ropes binding Harry's hands and feet also came loose. He grabbed the Sorcerer's Stone in the ashes and strangled Voldemort's neck with one hand.

"You can never get him. As long as I am alive, you will always be a loser!"

The hateful and malicious shadow broke away from Quirrell's ashen body, which had no chance of saving. Harry wanted to catch him, but his vision turned black. He seemed to have let go of this broken soul. .

"Are you still going to watch the show, Professor?"

Rollo patted Dumbledore, who was deep in thought.

"Oh, of course not, but you should have seen the wonderful relationship between Harry and Voldemort, right?"

"Go to my office and wait for me. I'll be back later."

Dumbledore nodded to Rollo. He stepped forward, passed through the phantom wall and came to Harry's side.

Luo Luo, who didn't listen to how the old man deceived the children, turned around and left. The things here had nothing to do with him.