The Existence of Harry Potter

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After Harry left, Asker sat on the table and rested for a while. After waiting for about five minutes, he drank the potion he got from Nicole Lemay, stood up, walked through the Gate of Flaming Fire, and stood in front of Quirrell who was just about to return from here.

"This road doesn't work."

Ask didn't know where to get a sign with this sentence written on it. He slammed the sign on the ground, pushed his glasses, and said before Quirrell, "Are you curious why I'm here?"

Quirrell nodded and said solemnly, "Although I knew that you were very likely still alive, I did not expect that you would appear here at this time." Glancing around, he asked casually: " only you?"

"you guess."

"Dumbledore went to London, and he didn't come back so quickly." Quirrell analyzed calmly, "In the whole of Hogwarts, no one can stop me."

"yes?"

Asker raised his eyebrows. He stared at Quirrell's left side. It was black as if it had been burned by fire. The exposed skin was dry and cracked. It was slashed in general, but a strange drop of blood did not flow out.

"Your situation looks very bad." Asker smiled, holding Harry's wand in his hand, but he wasn't in a hurry to attack Quirrell. "It seems that Harry is still somewhat useful, saving me a lot of effort."

Quirrell's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a very bad feeling came over him.

"Have you got the Philosopher's Stone?"

"certainly."

"That's great."

Asker seems to be very happy, but Quirrell's unease is getting heavier and heavier, and all this is seen by Asker, and the smile that blooms on his face makes Quirrell feel a creepy sense of danger. This kind of feeling can only be It happened when he faced an angry Dumbledore, who almost thought he was dead.

"I bet a copper nut, after you get the Philosopher's Stone, you can't wait to fuse it into your body, right?" Asker smiled smugly, looking at Quirrell, who was stunned, he continued: " So now I'm dealing with you, not him...he's in a bad situation right now."

The "him" that Asker referred to was obviously Quirrell's master, Voldemort.

"Quirro, I'm not talking nonsense anymore, you have two choices now, one is to capture it, maybe you can save your life; the other choice..." Ask's smile gradually turned cold, "At that time, the basilisk attacked me there. Yes, it should be you, right?"

"It's not me, it's him." Quirrell replied, and he laughed suddenly, half of his face looked like a monster, and half of his face was still human. This stark contrast was enough to make the faint-hearted faint, "Also, I'm not going to get caught."

"Oh, it's up to you, anyway, what I just said was just polite." Ask's face was indifferent, "No matter what you choose, I will not make you feel better... Even if you want to be a good person."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then shook his head amusingly, "I'm not a good person."

"You just want to die as a villain that everyone reviles?" Ask asked.

"I was originally the villain."

"If you listen carefully to the forgotten corners, you will hear that every grass has a small but loud voice; if you lean over to the dust, you will see that every ant has a humble and strong smile." Asker recited a sentence. He looked at Quirrell, who suddenly fell silent, and said with a smile: "You are not afraid of death, you are just afraid of dying in obscurity. No one remembers you, no one knows you ever existed."

Quirrell stared at the ground and whispered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then treat it as if I didn't say anything." Asker slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Quirrell, "Quirro, are you ready for justice? I want to destroy you on behalf of justice!"

"This kind of conversation is more or less the same." Quirrell smiled, and he also raised his wand and replied in the same tone of second: "Hmph, do you think you can really represent justice? Let me tell you. , what is justice!"

"Burning flames!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The red, yellow and green lights crossed, Aske stood there, motionless, and the deadly green light passed over three meters away from him, obviously it had no effect on him at all. And his magic spell hit Quirrell accurately. The latter didn't seem to have the strength to resist, and let the clothes on his body catch fire, and the whole person burned.

The phoenix ashes and is reborn from nirvana. If it were a human being, it would probably only be reduced to a pile of ashes.

"Vulnerable."

Asker put away his wand and stood there, silently watching Quirrell standing there, letting the flames burn like a human-shaped torch.

"You...don't be too happy...I...my master...will definitely avenge me!"

There is no way to know how Quirrell spoke. It stands to reason that his vocal cords should have been scorched by the flames long ago, and he should not be able to make a sound at all. However, this is not the point, the point is that he is dying. After saying the last line of his life, the standard villain's line, Quirrell's life came to an end.

Whether Voldemort will avenge him is hard to say, but he should be remembered by many people, such as Harry, Snape, Dumbledore... He will be remembered by these people... as a villain.

The story is not over, in fact, this is just getting to the point.

Above Quirrell's corpse, a wisp of black smoke slowly rose, condensed, and turned into a ferocious, ugly face.

"It's you again!" Voldemort roared angrily, "Why aren't you dead yet?!"

"Those who meet above will surely meet again below." Asker shrugged, not only did Voldemort's appearance not make him nervous, on the contrary, he seemed to be more relaxed, he said to Voldemort seriously: "Actually, I have already Dead, and you're dead, and we're in **** right now."

"Why are you not dead yet!"

Voldemort repeated it again~www.NovelMTL.com~ This time, Asker came to his senses. He touched his chin and nodded his head in understanding.

"You seem to have identified the wrong person," Asker said, "I can probably guess who you are talking about... But why do you remember him? If I'm not mistaken, it should be impossible for you to keep your memory of him. Yes... as far as I know, except for the ghost and a few people, everyone else's memory about him has been wiped, including you..." Asker looked at Voldemort, who was still roaring and repeating at this time. With that question, there seems to be something wrong with his state.

"Why aren't you dead yet!" Voldemort roared hoarsely, and then he suddenly covered his head with his hands and screamed in pain: "Damn it! Who the **** are you! Why can't I remember your name?! "

Asker pointed at himself, "What's my name, you ask?"

"Yes, that's right! Damn it, who are you?!"

"My name..." Ask rubbed his chin with a wicked smile on his face, "My name is Tom Riddle."

"Tom Riddle?"

"Yeah, Tom Riddle..." Asker opened his arms as if to embrace Voldemort, and he said in a mean tone: "Come on, son, call Daddy! If Daddy is happy, maybe even I can give you some candy."

"..."

"I'm not very good at speaking. If something is wrong, Voldemort, hit me!"