HP: The New God from Hogwarts

Momo turned around and saw Harry standing at the other end of the room holding a glowing wand.

He came alone, without Hermione and Ron behind him. In a sense, Harry was indeed very brave.

The wizard robe on his body was in tatters, his face was stained with black ash, and his whole person looked smoky.

"What's wrong with you? You tried to roast Lu Wei but ended up setting yourself on fire?" Taowu immediately restored his clothes and face to their original state.

"No, after I fell from the floor in Luweina, I was entangled in a strange vine. I have never seen that thing before. I guess the plants may be afraid of fire."

Harry shook his hand and watched happily as he returned to his original wizard robe. If Snape found out that it was in tatters, points would be deducted again.

"You burned it!" the old hat shouted at Harry from Taowu's pocket.

Following the source of the voice, Harry's eyes fell on the Sorting Hat, which was half exposed from Momo's pocket: "You brought the Sorting Hat, but how can he help?"

Taowu took out the old hat from his pocket, patted it, and put it on Harry's head: "Don't look at it, it looks useless, but in fact it is really useless."

When Harry heard the first half of her words, he thought there would be some twist, but in the end, there was no result.

"I'm useless! You are really a bastard! Didn't I tell you that Lu Wei needs music? Didn't I find the key for you?!"

The Sorting Hat shouted angrily on Harry's head, and the torturous sound forced Harry to cover his ears.

While they were noisy, a dark shadow flashed through the door behind them.

Taowu raised her eyebrows. He dared to pick it up on her head. It would cost his life.

"This is Dumbledore's Phoenix." Harry covered his ears and noticed Fawkes on Taowu's shoulder. He put down his hand and greeted it: "Hey, Fawkes, I'm Harry. Are you okay, George?" And Fred…”

Fawkes gently pecked Harry's palm with his beak to show that he was not angry.

Taowu knew that with the ability of a phoenix, it was impossible for it to be bullied by two third-grade students. It was just that it was willing to spoil them.

"Let's go find the magic stone."

Taowu took the lead in stepping into the next room. There was nothing there, it was empty, except for a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror placed in the center of the room.

"Mirror of Erised." Harry walked to the mirror and said to Taowu, "This is the Mirror of Erised. You can see the things you look forward to most in the mirror."

Harry stepped aside and said, "Luna, come and try and see what you long for most."

Momomo was still a curious baby after all, so she took a step forward and walked in front of the mirror.

The huge mirror began to fog up, and then slowly dissipated. She saw herself lying on a mountain of gold coins, with her legs crossed, counting the checks in her hands, and seven or eight handsome men with eight-pack abs wearing no shirts, carrying delicious food. The plate kneeled beside her.

Cool!

"What did you see, Luna?" Harry asked curiously, looking at the crazily raised corners of her mouth.

Taowu looked sideways at Harry, and she noticed someone hiding diagonally behind Harry.

She suppressed her presumptuous smile, raised her voice and spoke nonsense seriously: "I saw that I killed Voldemort, cut him into pieces, and his head was taken away by Lu Wei!"

Harry:? What's going on? Why do you hate him more than me?

Maybe Harry didn't hear it, but Taowu's five senses were enhanced by magic, and she heard the sound of heavy breathing, which sounded quite angry.

The condition for finding the magic stone is that you want to find the magic stone, but you don't want to use the magic stone. Momo is self-aware, and selling it for money can be regarded as wanting to use it.

Although she could break the spell set by Dumbledore if she spent more time researching it, there was a shortcut to save time.

Harry just wanted to find the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't want to use it. He just wanted to protect the stone.

Even if he can't remember clearly, in the original work it was definitely Harry who got the stone.

"Harry, come and see the mirror." Taowu pulled Harry to the mirror.

Harry didn't quite understand, but he did as he was told, and then for no apparent reason, an irregular, shining stone appeared in his hand.

Just as Taowu was about to take the Sorcerer's Stone from Harry's hand and take a look, a familiar voice sounded.

"Give it to me, Harry!"

Quirrell suddenly appeared in front of Harry out of nowhere, so frightened that Harry almost gave him an Avatar.

"Is he one of the teachers who protects the Sorcerer's Stone?" Harry looked up at the Sorting Hat on his head.

"He is not!"

Quirrell stretched out his right hand to Harry: "I want the Philosopher's Stone, so, Harry, give it to me."

"Didn't Snape want to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry looked at Taowu in confusion.

"I didn't say it was Snape, you just made your own guess." Taowu spread her hands towards him.

"Give it to me!" Quirrell took a step closer to Harry.

"Never!" Harry firmly protected the Sorcerer's Stone and took a step back.

"Quirrell, turn around and let me talk to Harry." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

He slowly removed the hat covering his head, then turned around so that the back of his head faced Harry.

A pungent and unpleasant smell of garlic instantly invaded the entire room. Taowu guessed that the smell was not that strong last time in the Forbidden Forest. It was probably because the Forbidden Forest was an open space for easy ventilation, and because he had just Chewed a unicorn.

Harry saw the wrinkled face on the back of his head and subconsciously looked at Taowu.

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes. He didn't seem to recognize Taowu. He didn't open his eyes when he was beaten in the Forbidden Forest last time.

"Harry..."

As soon as his ugly voice shouted Harry's name, he was interrupted by Momo.

"Harry, he is Voldemort, and he was the one who hurt the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest last time! Don't talk nonsense to him, just fuck him!"

Without hesitation, Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort was obviously shocked by his actions. Fortunately, his Quirrell quickly led him to avoid the death curse from the savior.

Harry obviously had no intention of letting him go and continued to cast the killing curse. After all, Quirrell was an adult wizard and could still become a professor, so he still had some strength. Harry gradually fell behind.

"Stinky bald head, suffer death!"

Taowu swung her wand and joined the battle. Green life-killing curses were shot from her wand at Voldemort and Quirrell one after another as if they were free of charge.

Harry gritted his teeth, thinking that he must not embarrass himself in front of Taowu, and cast the Death Curse on Voldemort as if he was desperate.

Green spells flew around the dark room like machine gun fire, blowing the walls and pillars into pieces.

It was extremely difficult for Quirrell and Voldemort to dodge, let alone fight back.

Seeing Quirrell running around with Voldemort in his arms, Taowu and Harry became even more excited.

The hat on Harry's head was silent for a long time, and he sighed helplessly: "Is this the savior?"

Quirrell & Voldemort: Who the hell is the Dark Lord?