Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Through the black flames, Chen Yu heard Harry's shout at the door, so he stopped and waited for Harry.

Harry followed closely.

After walking up this long flight of stairs, we were about to reach the BOSS room. It happened that Chen Yu had something to explain to Harry.

"When you go in later, no matter who is in that room, find a way to get close to him quickly and slap him twice."

"If it doesn't work, give him a punch. Believe me, he will be stunned."

"Then try to grab his hand or cover his face with your hands, trying not to give him a chance to pull out the wand."

"As long as he lets you get close, we will win!"

Chen Yu's words made Harry look confused. He understood that he was restricting the other party's movements and preventing him from pulling out his wand, but why did he slap him twice?

What else is that as long as we are close to each other, we win?

Harry didn't understand, but still nodded, saying that he would listen to Chen Yu's advice.

Harry didn't care at all that fighting without magic would compromise his status as a wizard.

Unlike those rigid wizards, he has a flexible bottom line in combat.

"Next, I will follow you invisibly, so that we are in the light and the other in the dark, and I will look for the right moment to take action in the dark, trying to catch the opponent off guard."

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he used the snake charm to make himself invisible.

When Harry saw Chen Yu disappear, he felt inexplicably weak.

But he did not let Chen Yu exit the disappearing state. Harry also knew that this would increase their winning rate in grabbing the Sorcerer's Stone.

As long as Voldemort doesn't regain his strength, it doesn't matter even if he becomes a bait.

Chen Yu and Harry walked up the last stairs and arrived at the final BOSS's room.

This is a very wide room, surrounded by more than a dozen huge stone pillars supporting the structure of the room. In the center of the room is the Mirror of Erised.

In front of the mirror, a wizard wearing a black robe and a purple turban wrapped around his head was stopping to look at the mirror.

Harry was surprised to see the missing Professor Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised.

But the moment he saw Professor Quirrell, the scar on his forehead started to hurt again.

It hurt so much that he couldn't help but gasp.

Through the reflection of the Mirror of Erised, Quirrell also noticed Harry.

"Hiss...it's actually you!"

Harry covered his forehead and took two steps back in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me." Quirrell smiled, he was extremely happy that Harry was here.

Now he no longer has a twitch on his face, nor does he stutter when speaking: "I was just wondering if you would show up here, Potter."

Harry's thoughts were very confused. He always thought that his opponent was Snape.

Think that Professor Quirrell is just a poor person who is threatened by Snape, and may even be threatened by Snape.

"Snape? Hahahahahaha?" Quirrell smiled extremely arrogantly: "Yes, Snape does not look like a good person. With him here, who would doubt the poor Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing: "It's impossible. If you let Snape come out, you must be an accomplice. He wants to kill me in the Quidditch match!"

As Harry spoke, he quietly approached Quirrell.

"Accomplice? Hahahaha, you really think so? But in fact, I am the only one who wants to kill you!" Quirrell's laughter was frightening: "If Snape hadn't been chanting counter-curses to interfere, he wanted to protect you. In just a few seconds, I can make you fall off the broomstick."

"And if your friend Hermione hadn't accidentally set a fire for Snape, and he hit my chin while putting out the fire, causing me to bite my tongue, otherwise I would still be able to continue to hex you. !”

"Harry, without Snape's interference, I would have killed you in ten thousand ways at school!"

"Snape trying to save me?"

Harry continued to approach.

"Yes, if he wasn't worried about you, why would he be the referee for the second game? He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't harm you again. Unfortunately, with Dumbledore here, I couldn't do anything to you at all. I have to say, ha. Li, your luck is really amazing sometimes...but tonight, your luck ends here!"

Quirrell drew a wand from his wizard's robes.

Harry finally got closer to Quirrell.

Harry started to move in an instant. He jumped up and grabbed the wand in Quirrell's hand with his left hand, and prepared to punch Quirrell in the face with his right hand.

But Quirrell's reaction exceeded Harry's expectations.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several black cloth straps emerged from the wizard's robes, instantly binding Harry tightly.

"You actually want to use your fists to resolve the battle? You are indeed a mixed-blood with inferior Muggle blood, but the battle between wizards should be resolved with magic."

Quirrell shook his wand and continued: "I have to say that the guy named Chen Yu in your dormitory is really troublesome. Some kind of magic spell he used in the Forbidden Forest directly shattered all the magic items on my body, including of course Wand. Fortunately, I have a spare wand, which is a trophy I once obtained from another wizard. Although it is not very obedient, it is enough to deal with a little wizard like you."

"You were the one who attacked the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest and injured Hagrid!"

Harry squirmed, trying desperately to break free from the restraints of the cloth straps.

Quirrell wanted to continue taunting Harry: "Yes, it's me..."

Before Quirrell finished speaking, another voice came from him, which made his expression change.

"Qi...Luo, take...him to...the mirror...use...that...boy...to obtain...the magic stone."

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell obeyed Voldemort's command, squatted down and reached out to grab Harry.

However, as soon as his hand touched Harry, the exposed skin immediately felt unbearable pain, and he subconsciously retracted his hand.

This was the time when Quirrell was least interested in paying attention to his surroundings.

Chen Yu had quietly sneaked into Qiluo's side by relying on Wu Kong.

In order to prevent Quirrell from being aware of his presence before the sneak attack, he used the air dance technique to fly slowly all the way without making any sound or wind, just to be able to carry out a flawless sneak attack.

Chen Yu pointed the wand in his hand at the back of Quirrell's head and said: "Shatter to pieces!"

If he hadn't thought that Dumbledore, a bad old man, might be monitoring this place remotely, he would have cast a death curse to wash Voldemort's face.

Shattering one's body into pieces is not a black magic, but it also has decent attack power.

Originally, he thought that a crushing spell should be able to kill Quirrell, but he still underestimated the level of defense on Quirrell's body. The scarf on Quirrell's body expanded instantly, directly blocking the crushing spell.

Damn it, this purple headscarf is actually a piece of magic equipment.

In addition to preventing anyone from seeing Voldemort, this hood can actually resist a fatal curse.

Although the scarf blocked the crushing curse, Quirrell was still blown away by the explosive shock wave generated by the crushing curse.

Chen Yu took the opportunity to use the transformation spell to untie Harry's restraints.

At the same time, Quirrell's exploded turban also revealed another face.

What a hideous and terrifying face it was.

The face is pale, the eyes are slender, and there is no nose or lips.

There are no nose wings, and the nostrils are two slits.

There are no lips, and the lips are just a slit.

At this time, blood was flowing from Voldemort's forehead, and there were signs of depression and collapse on the bridge of his nose.

It seemed that Voldemort had not been able to accept his sudden curse just now.

Chen Yu carefully looked at Voldemort's sunken nose. Could it be that his nose was blown off by himself?

It could also be that he fell and lost it. After all, he landed on his face that day in the Forbidden Forest, so it was normal for his nose to fall and be lost.