[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

Harry took his wand out of the sleeve and used a few splinters on the box, which came out unharmed.Harry took a deep breath, took out the silver knife engraved with magic lines from his pocket, injected magic power into the knife, and deepened the force along the direction of the magic lines on it, trying to destroy the magic circle.

"I didn't expect your movements to be so slow." Quirrell's voice appeared, not stuttering at all, and not as respectful as he was when he was facing Harry before, and some were only complacent.

"The magic circle on the box is very powerful, don't get close." Harry saw the flames lit up around Quirrell after he walked in from the main entrance of the organ, and he knew that Dumbledore had already known the news.

"Don't come near?" Quirrell said with some teasing, "When you used me as medicine, why didn't you tell me not to come near?"

"When did I use you for medicine, don't hinder me, Lord, I want to talk to him." Harry's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Quirrell who was approaching, but he didn't dare to tremble a little. .Quirrell also saw that Harry didn't dare to move now, he shook his head and said, "Do you think you are still the Baron Hallett? Why should I listen to you?"

Harry sneered, his lips fluttered, but there was no sound. Quirrell's clothes started to catch fire. Harry watched the flustered Quirrell twitch his mouth, and controlled the flames to burn Quirrell's turban and jacket. The large contact area may make him die faster.

"Harry," Voldemort said after the hood burned.

"Lord." Harry kept the silver knife in his hand, "The magic pattern on this box is very bloody, it doesn't look like Dumbledore's handwriting, he is not ready yet, maybe he will come back sooner after knowing what happened here."

"This is something from Nicolas." Voldemort forced Quirrell to turn his back and look at the magic pattern on the box. "It's a pity that this stone hasn't drunk enough blood yet."

"Lord, do you have a way to crack it?" Before Harry finished speaking, he heard footsteps, and made a decision in his mind. With a flick of the silver knife in his hand, the magic pattern immediately counterattacked, the silver knife melted, and Harry's palm turned into A piece of black charcoal.

"Stupid!" roared Voldemort, looking at the burning box, "Get that stone out."

"No!" Snape walked over quickly, "That's Fiendfire."

Harry turned sideways, looked at the box that had burned through a corner, gritted his teeth and stretched his hand in, grasping the hot stone inside, the flames burned along his sleeves and his arms were burned to ashes, but because he was holding the Philosopher's Stone, Harry watched as a red light appeared in his right hand along the veins and muscles of his arm.

"Ah!!!!" Under the excruciating pain, Harry tore off the clothes that had started to burn and the flames had already burned to his upper arm.

"Let go!" "Let go!" "Let go!" Three shouts sounded at the same time, Harry looked up and saw Neville barging in, why was he the only one?

"No, not the professor, not the professor." Harry's eyes were blurred, but his mind was very clear. He pretended to be confused and looked at Snape beside him. Snape was standing between him and Quirrell at this moment. Haha Leigh swung the arm holding the Philosopher's Stone towards Snape. Snape dodged sideways and stood in front of Neville, while Harry, who was staggering and unable to hold back, directly pierced Quirrell's chest with his arm.

The soul is out of the body.Harry stared at Quirrell's eyes, the Philosopher's Stone was frantically showing its presence, Harry looked into Quirrell's eyes, "Kill Longbottom." The voice was soft, hidden in the echo of pain.Harry pulled out his arm, and now his arm looked like a meaty bone hanging from a slaughterhouse, except his bone was red.

Quirrell wailed, or Voldemort howled in pain and walked towards Longbottom. The moment Harry stabbed in just now, Voldemort wanted to leave Quirrell's body, but he and Quirrell were captured by Harry when they were possessed. After taking the medicine, he has been on stable medicine for more than a month, and he can't leave immediately.

"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell was cast with the Imperius Curse, and instead of taking out his wand, he just stretched out his hand to Snape who stood in front of Longbottom.

"There are many obstacles!" Snape stopped Quirrell, and pulled Longbottom towards the entrance.But it didn't take long to stop Quirrell, the silent god front appeared without a shadow, and black smoke came out of the carbonized Quirrell's mouth.A vague incantation came from Quirrell's mouth, and soon Quirrell was broken into pieces.

"The Sorcerer's Stone." Harry was already lying on the ground, whispering. "Not the professor."

The ashes on the ground exploded violently, and Harry, who was lying on the ground, bounced up violently as if being pulled by an invisible force. "Ah!" "Harry Potter!" With a cry of surprise, Harry watched the black smoke hitting Snape and Neville's position: "The bones reappeared!"

Voldemort's soul felt a burning sensation. The Fiendfire just now had an effect on him after all. In an instant, Voldemort disappeared into the secret room.

There was a clear cry, and Harry watched a ball of flames fall on his arm, and the golden claws were dotted with red marks, which seemed to be blood.Harry's eyes glowed red, then turned black.

When Harry woke up again, his eyes were white.The feeling of pain awakened his consciousness, "Yig."

Lian Ying rubbed his cheek and let out a low cry.

"Are you awake?" A dazzling piece of platinum appeared in front of my eyes, reflecting the sunlight outside, making it very dazzling. "Madame Pomfrey said you can't move around, so you have to be honest for now."

"You, is it the sun? It's so bright and dazzling." Harry's voice was so low that he could barely hear him, but there was still a smile on his lips.

"It seems to be good, you can know how to tease people with just one mouth." Blaise's voice appeared from the other side.Madam Pomfrey followed behind, obviously he was the one who called out just now.

"You children, be careful what you say." Madam Pomfrey walked towards Harry with a tray, "Drink some water first, you have been in a coma for three days, Snape and these children almost broke my place."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Harry sat up straight with Madam Pomfrey's hand, and he felt his joints popping when he moved.

"There's nothing to apologize for. The only thing you need to apologize to is to yourself." Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry's bandaged arm, "Your right hand hasn't been able to move for two days, but I promise it will recover better than ever.”

Harry looked at the potion in front of him, "I don't mind recovering slowly."

"The dean has adjusted the taste, if you don't drink it, I'll call him." Draco looked at Harry disapprovingly.

"No, I'll just drink it." Harry smiled, and then turned to Madam Pomfrey, "Ma'am, when will my eyes recover? I can see all the color spots now."

"Eyes?" Madam Pomfrey waved her hand in front of Harry's eyes, "Can you see it?"

Harry grimaced and shook his head.The space was silent, "I'll call—"

"Go to St. Mungo." Draco said in a deep voice, and the rest of the people were taken aback.

"It's useless to call anyone now. No one can hide the Dark Mark at Hogwarts." Draco stood up, "Harry can only go to St. Mungo's now."

"Mr. Malfoy is right." Madam Pomfrey swallowed, and left the hospital wing.

"Mr. Malfoy, I can't leave Hogwarts now." Harry tilted his head, "I'll recover in a while."

"Tell me, is he dead?" Draco looked at Harry, knowing he couldn't see now.

"No, at least everyone knows now that he's not dead." Harry shook his head, but he didn't hear a response, and turned to Blaise's direction with doubts in his heart.

"Fudge has admitted Quirrell's status as a Death Eater. You are now the new savior. Quirrell has taken on all the sins. This is what we have now." Blaise said hesitantly, "The uncle of the Longbottom family asked Dumbledore Lido made public what happened in that secret room, and now all students cannot go home or contact the outside world until the investigators from the Ministry of Magic leave."

"Are they waiting for me to wake up?" Harry frowned. "Will someone interrogate me?"

"No no, they dare not interrogate you now, but, the Ministry of Magic—"

"You went to St. Mungo's, no one will see you." Draco interrupted Blaise, which was very indecent behavior, probably the only time since Draco was born. "Listen to me. Go to St. Mungo's."

"They want to prove that Quirrell's entry into Hogwarts was a conspiracy by Dumbledore, and the purpose of this conspiracy is to prove the Ministry of Magic's mistakes and its judgment on who is the savior, Neville or me?" Harry turned his head, pulling past Draco who was standing beside him.

"I can't see for the time being, can you take me to see someone from the Ministry of Magic?" Harry smiled, his eyes were a little dull, but no one would refuse him.

"If you don't want to die too soon, just stay the course." Draco gritted his teeth, expressing his emotions in tone.Harry laughed and said, "Draco, you lied. You just said I couldn't move, and then you sent me to St. Mungo's, inconsistent, and—thanks Draco for caring about me."

Even if he couldn't see it, Harry could accurately provoke Draco to blow up or not, and shook Draco's hand with his mouth pursed, "Now I have to go."

"Are you going to help Dumbledore?" Draco frowned, and Blaise walked back, closing the door.

"No, I'm going to help myself." Harry squinted. "Don't tell them about my eyes."

'Master, you can see through my eyes' Iggy's voice came into his mind.Harry smiled, and a wisp of black smoke quietly entered the back of his head. The world in front of Harry began to change. Although he didn't adapt to it, he could see it clearly.

"Okay." Draco's facial features were a little stiff.Harry smiled, bent his legs and got off the bed. His joints were crackling again, but the pain was much lighter than before.Harry knew it was Hogwarts feedback.