HP: The New God from Hogwarts

In the melee, Harry's death curse hit Quirrell.

After a piercing and unpleasant scream, Quirrell fell on the steps. His whole body was twitching, but he was not dead yet.

"Did I hit it?" Harry looked at the wand in his hand, with excitement on his face.

The Sorting Hat couldn't explain Harry's excited expression. Is this the expression the savior should have when he hits someone with the Death Curse?

"That's right, Harry, you hit Voldemort." Taowu patted Harry on the shoulder with satisfaction, feeling quite a sense of accomplishment as if our son had just grown up.

"I avenge my parents!"

Harry walked slowly towards Quirrell, the hand holding the wand slightly raised in front of his chest, preparing for a counterattack at any time.

Quirrell's body was twisted in a strange way, Voldemort's disgusting face facing the ceiling.

"Oh, Harry, he's not dead yet. You can't go there. That's Voldemort." The old hat was worried about Harry's head. Just now, he was almost accidentally injured by the death curse of that bastard Momo. .

Who wants to cast a life-killing curse on a teammate's head?

Harry walked up to Quirrell, squatted down slowly, and looked at Voldemort's ugly face.

Voldemort was not completely dead. His lizard-like eyes stared at Harry, and his dry lips wriggled: "Harry..."

"vomit!"

Maybe it was because Voldemort's face was too ugly, or maybe it was because the garlic smell on Quirrell's body was too bad, or maybe it was because he did such strenuous exercise not long after dinner.

Because of this possibility, Harry vomited in front of Voldemort's wrinkled face, and all the dinner he had just eaten was devoted to Voldemort's wrinkled face.

"It feels better to spit it out." He put the wand on the ground beside him, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth naturally, "I just felt very uncomfortable and nauseous."

In this way, Taowu, who originally didn't want to bear the smell of garlic to see whether Voldemort was alive or dead, didn't even want to go there now.

"Harry Potter! I'm going to kill you!"

The power of anger made Voldemort sit up in his dying illness, and controlled Quirrell to kick away Harry's wand, and then took out his own wand and pointed it at Harry.

Harry seemed cornered by him.

No wonder!

A dazzling green light shot from behind Harry at high speed, accurately hitting Lord Voldemort, who was preparing to cast a spell on Harry.

Voldemort's stunned and horrified expression was fixed on his ugly face, and then he was annihilated like fly ashes along with Quirrell's body.

"What are you thinking about, little brother, think of me as dead." Taowu took back the wand and put it in her pocket.

The old hat sighed on Harry's head: "Alas, poor little Tom died again, why did you mess with her?"

"Who is Tom?" Harry got the key.

"I was just killed by you two, what do you think!" The old hat was not angry with him.

"Harry, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly vomit?" Taowu took a few steps forward and stopped when she was still some distance away from Harry.

"He looks so unappetizing. I guess I won't be able to eat tomorrow's meal." When Harry thought of Voldemort's face and the sour smell on his body, he felt as if there were a hundred poisons in his stomach. Wallshire elves dance inside.

Momo nodded in deep agreement. She remembered that in the original book, Voldemort was very handsome when he was young. It can be said that it is difficult for anyone to compare with him in the entire magical world.

But he insisted on pursuing immortality and cut himself into slices. Not only did his IQ disappear, but his handsome face was also gone. He turned into the lizard-like stewed egg he is now, and he has to grow on other people's heads. Like a parasitic fetus.

After being sliced, as long as the Horcrux existed, he could be resurrected even if his body died. This was the reason why Dumbledore had always been uneasy.

Momo remembered that during the subsequent journey to fight against Voldemort and find and destroy Horcruxes, the story turned from a magical fairy tale to a tragedy, and too many people died for it.

However, she had a new idea. She would just lie there and kill him until he became autistic and no longer wanted to be resurrected.

However, thinking about the appearance of old Volidel, Momoru smacked her lips in regret.

"Harry, where is the Sorcerer's Stone?" Taowu thought of the purpose of their trip.

"Here!" Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket and intended to hand it to her. As soon as it touched the air, the Philosopher's Stone shattered into powder and floated away in the wind.

Taowu:? ! I seemed to see my money drifting away too!

She looked at the old hat in confusion: "What's going on? Is this thing fake?"

The old hat coughed twice and explained with some embarrassment: "Dumbledore's own trick, no matter who gets the Sorcerer's Stone, once it is obtained by someone other than Dumbledore and Snape, within an hour, It will destroy itself.”

"So, Harry and I have wasted so much time in vain!"

"How could it be? Not only did you two kill Voldemort, but you also sent away the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." The old hat answered her in a sinister tone.

When Taowu was so angry that she wanted to reach out and tear it apart, Fox, who was lying on her shoulder, suddenly let out a long roar.

"Merlin, what have you done?" Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the door of the room. He looked in disbelief at the ruined room, as well as Harry and Taowu standing there intact.

In his plan, Harry should never have arrived here today, obtained the Sorcerer's Stone, and defeated Voldemort.

"Sorry, Professor, we just wanted to move the Sorcerer's Stone to a safer place. I always thought that Snape wanted to steal it, but he met Quirrell and Voldemort, and the Sorcerer's Stone was also destroyed." Harry apologized said.

"Where did Quirrell and Voldemort go?" Dumbledore frowned and looked at them.

Taowu answered first: "Harry defeated Voldemort!"

"Harry, how did you defeat him?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry.

Harry was a little nervous and his palms were sweating. He couldn't tell Dumbledore that he had used the Death Curse.

"Expelliarmus! Ah, no, it's Expelliarmus!" Taowu answered again, "After Harry used Expelliarmus to disarm Quirrell's wand, he punched Voldemort, and then they suddenly turned into ashes. "

It was made up very magically, but Dumbledore temporarily believed it because he knew that Quirrell and Voldemort would be wiped out once they came into contact with Harry's skin.

"Well done, Harry!" Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted, "It's okay about the Philosopher's Stone. My good friend Nico Flamel already knew it and was prepared for this ending. Prepared."

Dumbledore took off the Sorting Hat from Harry's head and waved to Fawkes, who flew to his side.

He didn't ask why they were here with them, he just tapped them both on the shoulders.

"Okay, go back and rest, kids."

"Good night, Professor."

After Momo and Harry politely said goodbye to Dumbledore, they walked outside.

Dumbledore suddenly spoke to Taowu again.

"Luna, you are such a special child."

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