Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

Anakin's expression once became complicated and deep. He stared at the images of Professor Dumbledore, Sirius and other people who had died in the original books. At this moment, relief and sadness were intertwined in his eyes.

It turns out... is this my deepest desire?

"Anakin! What are you doing here?" Anakin heard someone behind him exclaim loudly.

He turned around in surprise to find Harry standing there. "Harry? You...why are you here? Why are you now...didn't we say it was going to be at midnight?" Suddenly, Anakin's face turned pale. The voice began to tremble. "Harry, have you... have you... written a letter to Principal Dumbledore? Has anyone seen it?"

Harry was startled by Anakin's strange behavior. "Anakin, calm down. I've asked Hermione to write to Headmaster Dumbledore. He should know. You haven't been back to the Gryffindor common room for a long time. We have looked for you everywhere, even in the library. , I thought you might have been kidnapped by Snape. But why did you come here in advance? Are you hiding something from us?"

Anakin's face seemed to become more gloomy, "Then, we have to get out quickly. Harry, help me take out the Sorcerer's Stone."

"What? Why!" Harry asked in surprise. "You're not going to..."

Anakin was silent, unsure if he wanted to tell Harry the truth. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay. In fact, Hailey was kidnapped by Quirrell, and Quirrell was the real murderer... So, I'm sorry!"

"Petrify them all!" Anakin suddenly pulled out his wand and petrified Harry.

Harry's body became stiff and he couldn't move. His expression was particularly surprised, and his eyes shone with disbelief, as if he didn't expect Anakin to attack him at all.

Then, Anakin walked to the mirror and continued to look in the mirror.

I remember that the original book said that only the person who hopes to find the Philosopher's Stone but does not use it can get it.

so......

Anakin stood in front of the mirror and tried to trick the mirror with Occlumency.

In theory, this could work, after all, Anakin already knew the answer to the mystery.

Anakin began to smile in the mirror. In the mirror, he reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone. Then he blinked and put the stone back into his pocket. At this moment, Anakin felt that he My pockets have really gotten heavier.

"Harry, you stay here for a while, and I'll come back after I solve the problem - to help you break the curse." Anakin said to Harry before leaving.

At this moment, Anakin suddenly thought of a question - how to clear the flames!

You know, he came with magic potion.

Anakin took a deep breath and planned to try the Freezing Fire Spell - a basic magic that freezes fire so that the fire cannot harm the wizard. It is said that the soothsayer Wendelin loved to be burned, and allowed himself to be caught by people in various disguises, as many as forty-seven times...

Although Anakin felt that the magical flame might not be frozen, at this time he could only take a gamble. He wanted to bet on whether Dumbledore had considered Harry and the others' return when he set up these levels, or whether he had made a mistake in Professor Snape's judgment.

Anakin waved his wand and muttered a spell. Anakin seemed to feel a stream of cold air shooting from the tip of his wand, but the black flames seemed unchanged. He took a deep breath and walked into the flames.

Now it's up to Anakin to see how lucky he is...

Entering the flames, Anakin felt a tingling sensation all over his body, but there was no burning sensation. Anakin didn't dare to pause at all and walked forward steadily.

Finally, Anakin passed through the flames and came to the other side. The troll's body was still there, untouched. Anakin suddenly began to envy the demigods in the world of "Percy Jackson". At least they didn't get covered in blood when they killed monsters.

Anakin walked to the end of the room. The giant chessboard was still there, and the pieces had repaired themselves. Fortunately, because Anakin wanted to go back the way he came, the chess piece didn't stop him.

He quickly passed several subsequent levels without encountering too many obstacles. Soon, Anakin was back in the corridors of Hogwarts. Without making any extra moves, Anakin walked towards Quirrell's office.

Professor Dumbledore should be back soon.

In fact, Anakin doesn't want to confront Voldemort at all. The only thing he wants to do now is to delay as much time as possible while protecting Hailey's safety, so that Professor Dumbledore can come to the rescue.

In the stairwell, Anakin put his wand back in his pocket. Suddenly, Anakin seemed to see something, and his face showed a hint of joy, which was quickly hidden.

Pushing open the door of Quirrell's office, Anakin walked in, but was frightened by the view inside. It looked different from when he arrived before. His desk was missing, and the books on the bookshelf were scattered everywhere by him. Quirrell was kneeling on the ground, painting some pattern with blood.

Anakin's heart tightened and he hurriedly searched the office. Fortunately, Hailey was still under control and stood aside with no obvious injuries on her body. Anakin felt a deep, strange feeling when he looked at the pattern Quirrell drew on the ground. Anakin didn't know what Quirrell was doing, but he only knew that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Quirrell, what are you doing! I brought you the Philosopher's Stone." Anakin said.

Quirrell raised his head and showed a ferocious smile, blood still dripping from his hands. There was a kind of madness and distortion in his eyes, as if he was controlled by some dark force. Only then did Anakin realize that the blood he used to paint the pattern was... coming from his own hands and wrists.

"Hayley, are you okay?" Anakin asked softly, but received no response. She seemed to be in another world, completely unaffected by her surroundings.

"Tell me, Quirrell, what are you going to do?" Anakin demanded sharply.

"What am I going to do? Of course it's a blood sacrifice!" came a hoarse, sharp voice, and Anakin saw that Quirrell's lips did not move. It seemed that Voldemort had appeared again. Anakin's heart sank, blood sacrifice, whose blood would he use? Seeing Hailey, the answer seemed self-evident. Anakin secretly reached his right hand into his robes and grasped his wand tightly.

No matter what, he at least couldn't let others die for him.

As someone who's already died once, dying again doesn't seem scary anymore.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort ordered, and Anakin respectfully handed over a dark red stone.

Quirrell took the stone and played with it gently. His expression suddenly became very satisfied. A hint of joy flashed in Anakin's eyes, which was quickly hidden by him.

"Take off the hood, and I will personally grant him the Dark Mark." Voldemort said.

"Yes, Master." Quirrell said with some jealousy. Anakin suspected that Voldemort did not give Quirrell the Dark Mark. After all, for him, Quirrell was just a means of transportation.

but......

I don’t want it! ! !

"Extend your left hand." Voldemort said coldly.

Anakin hesitated, what should he do? You can't resist directly. As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Voldemort was already like this, Anakin still felt that he could torture him to death with one hand. Anakin gritted his teeth and stretched out his arm.