Chapter 151 In the way of him, he is also in the body

Chapter 151 In the way of him, he is also in the body

"Dark Lord...the one inside is not Quirrell, but a mysterious person?!"

Ron jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Looking at the playful expression on Luke's face, Harry thought at first that Luke was joking, but soon he saw Luke's determined eyes under the shadows.

This is not a joke.

The evil one who killed his parents was in that room.He trusted Luke's judgment.

"Is that all you want the poor kid to remember about that awful night!?"

It seemed that Mrs. Wesley's reprimand sounded in Ron's ear.Although it was George and Fred who were scolded that day, it also woke him up.

Ron grabbed Harry's hand with a snap and said, "Harry, let's go out first. It's too dangerous here."

"But Luke..."

"Luke, you can do it yourself! You are so strong! So smart..."

"Of course I can."

Luke looked at the two people who were tugging, the smile on his face unchanged.But the two people in front of him fell silent at the same time.

"I'm fine. It doesn't matter if you don't go. I've been preparing for a long time just to give him a head-on blow here. But you two... If you don't go, is it really okay?"

Haunted by those fears, bound by insignificant concerns, intimidated by those who have failed once...

This is not just a problem of a few wizards, but the current situation of the entire wizarding world.

Behind the whitewashing of peace by the Ministry of Magic and the nobles is the fear of countless wizards towards Voldemort, even though he has not appeared in the public eye for 11 years.

Fear, even made them unwilling to face the fact that Voldemort had returned.

In this matter, even if Harry Potter, the savior, and Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, stood up together, no one would believe them.

Wizards, they are like ostriches sticking their heads in the sand.

Luke looked at the two people in front of him, said nothing, and did nothing. The potion in his hand was still shaking, shining a moving shimmer under the light.

Harry's eyes focused on the bottle of potion. After a while, he snatched the potion without hesitation, and drank it in one gulp.

"Harry!"

Shocked, Ron stretched out his hand, but froze there.

"You go back first, Ron, I'll go with Luke, I can beat him the first time, maybe I can beat him the second time."

Of course, what Harry said, coupled with the bitter smile on his face, was obviously not convincing.

"But……"

"Stop talking, Ron, I've made up my mind!"

The expression on Harry's face became more and more determined, as if he had made up his mind.

"but……"

"Okay, that's it, Ron... If anything bad happens, I will give you my Nimbus 2000."

When Harry said this, he still felt a little distressed, but judging by his expression, it seemed that he was really thinking carefully about who he would give his relic to.

"No! What I want to say is!" Ron looked spoiled, "You drank all the potion, what did Luke drink? Why did he go with you to deal with the mysterious man?!"

Although the bottle of potion itself seems to be only enough for one person to drink.

But Ron's words still made Harry fall into petrification.

Speaking of it this way, he seems to have really made a big death.

However, Harry took a deep breath and said, "It's okay! I'm fine by myself."

As he said that, he turned around and said to Luke: "Luke, please go to the Ministry of Magic to find a relationship and let Dumbledore come back first. I will try my best to hold that guy and prevent him from escaping. Wait until Dumbledore ..."

"That's too boring, Harry."

Luke looked at Harry, who looked like he was going to die in peace, and said with a smile: "Dumbledore's departure is not a bad thing."

"I looked for Professor McGonagall before I came. If there is no accident, she should come soon. But that's meaningless. It's just a remnant soul that is too weak to be added. If you are frightened by him, it is inevitable So gutless."

As he said that, Luke took out another bottle of flame-traversing potion from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Let's go and meet your enemy."

"My... grandson."

……

"what are you saying!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Fred in front of him angrily.

Fred took half a step back under the eyes of a lion, but finally he said bravely: "Professor, Luke, Harry and Ron have already gone in. Before them was Professor Quirrell, Luke Said, that may be Professor Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort, and if he got the Sorcerer's Stone, then things would be very troublesome."

"Why are the mouths of the old bastard and the little bastard so strict! Why can't such a big matter be explained clearly!"

Professor McGonagall growled like a lioness.

Fred looked at Professor McGonagall, who was furious and wanted to choose someone to devour. Although he had no idea what Professor McGonagall was angry about, he still swallowed a mouthful of saliva. No wonder when he volunteered to take this task, Luke looked at him as if he were looking at a living corpse.

It turns out that the most dangerous task in this plan is here.

Professor McGonagall has been upset for a long time. Dumbledore didn't tell her many things, and he told Severus some things and didn't tell her!That's fine, after all, it's not the first time Dumbledore has done something like this.He always gives what needs to be done to the best people.

Now there is another Luke, this little bastard, I care so much about him, but in the end I don't want to say anything to myself, hell, is an 11-year-old kid in the rebellious stage now?

How much did this guy hide from himself!

"Mr. Wesley, I hope you will stop hiding anything from me."

"There are no professors, there are really none, I only know this."

Fred spoke quickly, shaking his head like a rattle.

But the implication is that he doesn't know anything else about Luke, and that's all Luke told him.

Professor McGonagall nodded and walked out of his office.

She was going to find someone to help her now, and the opponent was Voldemort, and anyway, it would never hurt to call a few more people.

As for Luke... Since the little bastard took the initiative to do this, he must be sure.So now she can't waste such an opportunity.

Maybe this is the chance to really wipe out Voldemort.

Otherwise, why did Luke and Dumbledore make such a fuss.

"They don't care about Voldemort's remnant soul at all..."

After listening to Hermione's question, Taylor said frankly: "Neither Dumbledore nor Luke took this remnant soul seriously. Dumbledore didn't know it at first, but later he did. Still haven't changed my plan."

"Luke knew from the beginning that if he really wanted to destroy Voldemort, he would have conspired with Dumbledore from the very beginning, but in fact he didn't spend as much time fighting with Dumbledore as he did with Voldemort. time is short."

Hermione looked puzzled, but she also gradually understood that Dumbledore, who was recognized by the public as representing justice, was not completely consistent with Luke's goals.Together they could deal with Voldemort in front of them now.

It can also be tense at a certain stage, and swords are facing each other.

"Now is not the time to think about this, Hermione, let's continue to work hard, no matter what aspect it is, it's better to try to help."

Taylor said helplessly.

"Luke Gaunt."

Quirrell looked at the young man in front of him, with a particularly insolent smile on his face.

"Oh! And you, Harry Po-t!"

Harry looked at the strange Quirrell standing above him, and his terrible, contemptuous plosive, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Professor Quirrell, I didn't expect you to succeed? Is Voldemort's remnant soul asleep?"

Luke had a mocking smile on his face.

And Quirrell was taken aback for a moment, and later reflected what Luke was saying, and his face became extremely ugly.

"That formula is yours... No, it was found in the unicorn's lair! How could it have anything to do with you!"

Harry looked at the two people in front of him, said something he didn't understand, and suddenly realized that what Luke said before, he had made a lot of preparations, maybe he wasn't joking.He did not know how many things he had prepared in order to deal with Voldemort in places unknown to everyone.

"Whatever you think, Professor Quirrell, to be honest, I didn't expect you to be really dazzled by this kind of power. Can't you see this kind of thing?"

Luke gestured to Harry as he walked towards the Mirror of Erised over there.

Behind Luke, Harry saw his finger pointing in the direction of the Mirror of Erised, and then the finger magically left an errand in the air.

"Magic stone."

"The Sorcerer's Stone is in the Mirror of Erised?" Harry's expression changed slightly, but luckily he controlled himself very quickly.Although he was puzzled as to why the Philosopher's Stone was stuffed in the mirror, he still moved there covertly.

At this time, Luke has helped him draw all of Quirrell's attention.

"Dizzy with power? Ha!"

Quirrell laughed disdainfully, and then said: "How can a child like you understand the greatness of power! And the beauty of power!"

He opened his arms and made a gesture of embracing the blue sky. The expression on his face was extraordinarily crazy against the candlelight.In the dark secret room, two teenagers and the crazy professor.For some reason, Harry suddenly had a bad association.

But Quirrell's laughter was finally interrupted by Luke.

"That's not true, Professor."

Half of Luke's face was hidden in the shadows, with an arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth, and the wand in his hand waved lightly: "Professor, you are the one who doesn't know what power is!"

"Avada Kendawa!"

The green light beam flew in the direction of Quirrell, and Harry looked at Luke with a terrified look. He often followed Luke, and he naturally had a good understanding of the basics of some spells. , he knew exactly what this spell was and what it represented.

But then, he saw the words written in the air by Luke's fingers again.

"Look in the mirror."

Harry did, and he hadn't even thought about why Luke would use such things as the Unforgivable Curse now.Because he knew a long time ago that if Quirrell or Voldemort really got the Sorcerer's Stone, it would definitely not be simply a question of the Unforgivable Curse.

Looking at the green light beam shooting towards him, Quirrell sneered, waved his wand, and a wall rose up on the ground, blocking the death curse.

"You really are not a good student. If you use the Unforgivable Curse on people, you will also enter Azkaban."

After Quirrell blocked this move, he still spoke very arrogantly.

"Maybe, but I don't think I'll be caught for using the Unforgivable Curse on you." Luke said indifferently, "Who do you think you are? A nobody? If Dumbledore didn't give you a bite of food , I’m afraid you have nowhere to stand in your original workplace.”

"And me? A member of the Gaunt family, a natural high-ranking member of the Ministry of Magic, they will naturally believe me. And this has nothing to do with the truth."

It's not easy to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. This is something everyone knows. Unless you are not afraid of accidents and really have no other way to go, otherwise, the average person will not become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. .

Of course, except for dazed people like Snape.He really didn't think he could teach potions well, or he really didn't think potions could be given to ordinary students.

For him, potions were something that belonged exclusively to geniuses from the very beginning.That's why he cares so much about Taylor.

And compared to potion technology, his Defense Against the Dark Arts technology itself is not inferior.What's more, he himself was unwilling to become a professor. If he had to choose, he would rather become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Nobody... No, no, no, no, no, Luke, from now on, it won't be!" Quirrell didn't feel angered, but in fact, he had already sprouted veins on his forehead, so he obviously didn't say that.

"Luke Gunter, I suddenly feel that using your life as a banner for my fame is also very good!"

"Avada Kendawa!"

Quirrell leaned back, looking very arrogant, and the wand in his hand also shot out an exceptionally thick dark green death beam.

Harry glanced over there, and then he saw the beam of light full of death. Just by looking at it, Harry seemed to feel strong resentment and anger, as if it could suck people's souls in. .

And at this moment, Harry felt as if someone had patted him on the shoulder.He glanced at the mirror not far away, and found that his father was quietly patting himself on the shoulder, and in the picture, his originally pale face became rosy, and there was a smile on his face.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket—at this moment, Harry felt that something objectionable fell into his pocket. in the pocket.

He put his hand in his pocket and touched an irregularly shaped stone.

That's how he got the Philosopher's Stone!

It's incredible!

Harry nodded to Luke, who had been watching from the corner of his eye.A smile appeared on Luke's face, who had rolled on the ground in a disgraceful manner just now to avoid the death curse.

Then without hesitation, he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and threw it in the direction of Quirrell.

Quirrell broke the bottle of potion on the way without hesitation, but soon a strange smell permeated the air.

Quirrell felt that his head was much heavier in an instant.

He looked at Luke in surprise, resentment gleaming in his eyes.

"Thank you for your thoughts, dear Professor Quirrell!"

The smile on Luke's face was extraordinarily cold.