The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

As night fell, in the Gryffindor common room, the three of Harry were ready. They were going to enter the trapdoor tonight to protect the Philosopher's Stone and stop Voldemort's plot.

The three were full of ambition, and just about to leave the lounge, they met an unexpected person.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to sneak out again? I won't let you go!" Neville raised his hands, posing like a boxer, "You will definitely get deducted points."

"Sorry, Neville." Hermione raised her wand, "All petrified!"

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise and said, "You look really scary sometimes."

"Let's go quickly." Harry urged the two of them.

After the three left, in the silent common room, Dumbledore lifted the Disillusionment spell, holding a black cat in his left hand.

At this moment, Macon's head was swollen with a big lump, his decadent limbs were drooping, and the white devil was holding the back of fate's neck.

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and lifted Neville's petrification spell, put the unconscious Neville on the sofa, and covered him with a blanket.

Afterwards, the White Demon King continued to follow behind the three of Harry with the black cat pulled by him.

When the three came to the room where Lu Wei was guarding the trapdoor, they found the harp that was playing automatically next to it.

"Snape must have gone down, let's hurry up."

The three of them moved away Lu Wei's dog's paw with all their strength, opened the trapdoor, and looked at the dark hole. While hesitating, Lu Wei had already woken up, and the frightened three jumped down decisively.

The second hurdle to meet them is naturally the devil's net, and they passed it smoothly with the help of Ms. Wanshitong.

In the third level, Harry rode on the broomstick and found the real key among the countless keys flying rapidly through the air.

In the fourth level, the giant wizard chess, Ron, who was sitting on the knight's horse, chose to "sacrifice" himself, and was finally blown away by the "flattery" and fell unconscious.

In the fifth level, looking at the seven bottles of potions on the table, Miss Know-it-All followed the prompts, and after solving the problem, looked at Harry with two bottles.

In the end Hermione was persuaded to go back to find the professor's help, and Harry had to face Voldemort alone.

When Harry came to the final level, he saw the Mirror of Erised and Professor Quirrell again...

"How could it be you? Where's Snape?"

"Snape? He really doesn't look like a nice guy."

"But during the Quidditch match, he did hex my broomstick."

"So you should feel lucky, if it wasn't for him reciting the counter-curse, I would have killed you a long time ago!" Quirrell clutched his waist angrily, if Harry died earlier, he wouldn't have to be pinched , that place is still emitting a stench, he had to smear garlic paste all over the wound!

Half dead and half alive, he no longer feels pain. He used to wear garlic on his body to counteract the smell from the back of his head. Even so, he would be ridiculed by others. But now, his whole body exudes a strong garlic smell. He not only hides from everyone, but keeps a respectful distance, even dogs stay away.

"You were the one who slaughtered the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest!" Harry said affirmatively when he saw Quirrell's hand covering his waist.

"Don't mention unicorns anymore! Harry!~" Quirrell roared angrily, "On Halloween night, if it wasn't for that stupid cat that got rid of the troll, my plan would have succeeded long ago!"

"The troll...you put it in too?" Harry said tremblingly, recalling the scene of Macon killing the troll that night.

"Okay Harry, tell me what's going on with this mirror! I saw from the mirror that I got the Philosopher's Stone! I dedicated it to my master! The greatest Dark Lord, Voldemort!" Quirrell Grab the Mirror of Erised with both hands, wishing to step into the mirror.

"Use him, come on, you idiot!" Voldemort roared, nothing is more anxious than not being able to eat.

Harry tremblingly walked towards the magic mirror, ripples appeared on the mirror surface, and Harry appeared in the picture stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"I saw Dumbledore...he was shaking my hand, I won the house cup"

"He's lying! Let me do it..."

"Obey! My master," said Professor Quirrell and began to undo the scarf on his head.

When Harry saw the human face on the back of Quirrell's head, he recognized him instantly. It was Voldemort.

"Meet you again, Harry, look at me now, I'm lingering, it's all thanks to you! As long as you hand over the Philosopher's Stone, you can cure me!"

Hearing this, Harry turned around and was about to flee, but was blocked by the wall of fire cast by Quirrell.

"Why run away? How about dedicating the Philosopher's Stone to me, and we will share eternal life together!"

Looking at the enemy who killed his parents in front of him, Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone, looked at it, and shouted: "You can't get it!"

"Oh, do you miss your parents? Join hands with me, and I will resurrect them. I can take you and leap to death together!"

"you're lying!"

"Kill him!"

Voldemort no longer has the intention of continuing to bewitch, these lowly half-bloods are not worthy of letting him waste his words.

After getting the master's order, Quirrell pinched Harry to the ground, and the Philosopher's Stone fell. The strong suffocation made Harry instinctively want to pull away the hand that was stuck on his neck.

"What kind of magic is this?" Quirrell looked at the shattered and pulverized palm in horror.

Seeing that he would inflict damage if he touched Quirrell, Harry quickly pressed his hands to his face.

Cracks expanded rapidly on his face, and eventually his entire body was reduced to debris.

Immediately afterwards, a vague soul rushed out of the residue and rushed towards him...

Voldemort, who was about to rush towards Harry with the last strength, suddenly came to a sudden stop, and he stared at the black cat in horror.

It was a black cat with its head down. He knew this cat, but now his perception of this cat was completely overturned.

As the black cat's head slowly lifted, countless ferocious black claws shot out, instantly blocking all his escape routes.

"Macon?" Harry looked at the black cat in surprise, then fell down and fell asleep.

Voldemort's ears were constantly filled with all kinds of crazy ravings. He looked at those black claws tremblingly. As a soul body, he could better perceive the horror contained in the black claws.

Whether it's the ravings that make people crazy, or the strange power that makes his magic power and even his soul sleep, these are all power systems that he has never understood.

"No! Dumbledore! What is this? How dare you leave this kind of thing in Hogwarts!"

Macon, who was too lazy to listen to him, controlled the black claws to wrap around Voldemort's soul, and quickly dragged it to the spiritual sea.

After absorbing the second soul of Voldemort, the "Book of the Seven Secrets of the Earth" in Macon's spiritual sea slowly opened the second page. Looking at the thick black mist emerging on the page, Mao Mao did not rush to absorb it.

"Macon, you look so ugly." Dumbledore, who lifted the Disillusionment Curse, appeared beside Harry. He gently picked Harry up and left the basement slowly.

"Mr. Principal, I make you dislike me, can I leave Hogwarts after the holiday?" Macon happily followed.

"No, Macon, if you're lucky, it will take a month."

One person and one cat never looked at the 'Magic Stone' on the ground from the beginning to the end.