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This time there was no one else, he only saw himself in the mirror. At first he looked pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled.
Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back into his pocket.
Harry was totally confused. He didn't understand what the person in the mirror was doing... Was he asking him for money?
"Dang Cang..."
But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.
"The Philosopher's Stone!" exclaimed Harry, bending down to pick it up.
However, Harry did not notice that when he said the three words "Sorcerer's Stone", Quirrell behind him suddenly opened his eyes.
As he was looking at the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell had already stood up unsteadily.
"The Philosopher's Stone...Haha...The Philosopher's Stone..." He lowered his head and murmured softly.
Harry was startled and quickly turned around, hiding the Philosopher's Stone behind him.
"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"
However, Quirrell had no intention of snatching it. He began to laugh and stretched out his hand.
"Go to hell... Haha, go to hell!"
Sparks began to appear all around, and in just a moment, the flames began to burn violently. They gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.
The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. If it continued like this, it wouldn't be long before the flames filled the entire room.
"Stop!"
Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing any more flames.
Blisters began to appear on Quirrell's arms, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He grabbed Harry with his backhand and tried to drag him into the flames.
"It's all because of you... because of you... let's die together..."
Harry felt a piercing pain in the scar on his forehead, and his head seemed to be split in two... his vision went black... and he could only hear Quirrell's resentful screams.
Other voices were calling out, "Potter! Potter!"
However, this may be an illusion in his mind.
Harry's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. He vaguely saw the Philosopher's Stone in his hand fall to the ground at some point and was quickly engulfed by flames.
"No..." Harry murmured desperately, trying to pull free from Quirrell's arms.
Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.
The pain on his forehead eased, and Harry, who had regained consciousness, was about to rush into the fire to find the Philosopher's Stone when he was stopped by someone.
"This is Fiendfyre, you're going to die!"
"Kyle?" Harry looked at the newcomer in surprise. "Why are you here?"
"No time to explain..." Kyle said with a frown.
He admitted that he was a little careless.
He saw Quirrell wake up, but did not stop him.
I originally thought that Quirrell was just having a last burst of energy and was going to get up and kill Harry, but I didn't expect that even after he became such a horrible state, he could still cast the Fiendish Fire Curse without a wand.
Life is really tough!
Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and his wand gradually glowed orange.
But before he was ready to take the next step, the fierce fire in the room suddenly disappeared.
"Looks like I came at the right time."
Dumbledore appeared at the door. He didn't even take out his wand, but just moved his fingers to disperse the surrounding fierce fire.
"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... The Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to find words.
Dumbledore shook his head and said, "We'll talk about this later, Harry. You need to rest now."
As he spoke, his blue eyes were fixed on Kyle, as if he was a little surprised.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 226 Treasure Boy Voldemort
The small room was in a mess, with traces of burning everywhere, even the Mirror of Erised was not spared.
Most of the gold frame had melted, the mirror surface was gray, and there were cracks everywhere.
Quirrell was gone.
When he touched Harry, his body began to turn black rapidly, like a plaster statue that had been drained of water, until it turned into ashes.
And at the moment of his death, Voldemort turned into a ghost-like thing and rushed out of the room.
At this time, only Harry, Kyle, and Dumbledore who had just arrived were left here.
……
After entering the room, Dumbledore frowned and looked at Kyle deeply.
But after a moment he looked away, smiled and said: "If I'm not mistaken, you were about to use the Ten Thousand Curses to End.
It seems that Professor Flitwick was right, you have indeed mastered this spell, which is not easy."
"I just happened to see it in the library during the holidays."
Kyle helped Harry up from the floor. "Actually, I can't guarantee that I can succeed every time. Fortunately, you are here..."
"No need to be modest, Kyle."
Dumbledore blinked and said, "Have I ever said this before? You are the best little wizard I have ever met... and you always bring me new surprises."
"You're too kind." Kyle said a little embarrassedly, "If it weren't for you, Professor, who improved this spell, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to learn it. You are the real master."
"I am a little embarrassed by what you said..." Dumbledore smiled and said, "It was just a coincidence, and it is not my own achievement alone."
Just as the two were exchanging pleasantries, Harry, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out his arms tremblingly.
He thought he could still save it...
The influence brought by Quirrell had not completely disappeared, and the piercing pain made Harry unable to utter even a complete sentence.
If possible, he really wanted to go to the school hospital first.
"Oh, Harry... sorry." Dumbledore hurriedly took him to the school hospital.
Kyle left with him.
After returning to the castle, Dumbledore suddenly paused, turned around and said, "Fireworks is a very dangerous dark magic, and the effects it brings are not just as simple as burning.
If you have nothing else to do, I suggest you go to the school hospital for a check-up."
"Okay, Professor." Kyle nodded and said, "But before that, I want to go back to the dormitory first, okay? Cedric and the others must be very worried."
"I understand..." Dumbledore said, "but remember to be quick."
After that, he took Harry away.
But Kyle did not return to the dormitory. Instead, he went to the second floor, to Myrtle's bathroom.
After seeing Voldemort just now, he suddenly thought of something.
Basilisk...
Kyle always thought that he had to have Slytherin blood to control the basilisk, but he found that he seemed to be wrong.
If Riddle used blood to control the basilisk fifty years ago, what about fifty years later...
Newt once said that all artificially bred creatures have one thing in common.
In order to better control these dangerous creatures and avoid backlash, the creators will forcibly infuse them with a certain will from the very beginning.
This also causes their brains to become very confused, and the more powerful the creature, the more so.
Basilisks are no exception, so it is impossible for them to remember a wizard's face and voice for a long time.
Not to mention that the snake monster in the secret room has been sleeping for fifty years. Even if it only sleeps for five days, its memory will be formatted.
Diary: Riddle doesn't even have a body, how can he control the basilisk?
But if it's a soul...why can't Harry!
As the last Horcrux, he also has fragments of Voldemort's soul in his body. To some extent, he is the same as Riddle in the diary. It doesn't make sense!
Kyle felt that he had guessed the key to the problem...
He was eager to verify it before the effect of the Feling potion wore off.
And the elixir of life also told him that he should come here.
Arriving at the bathroom door, Kyle quickly took off the feather pen stuck in the door crack, pushed the door open and walked in.
Myrtle was not there, and the bathroom was very quiet.
Kyle opened the passage to the secret room with ease, mounted his broom and rushed in.
The passage was still dark and damp, but Kyle no longer felt the nervousness he had when he first came here.
He rode his broom as fast as he could to the stone wall and entered the secret room.
Kyle looked at the statue of Slytherin. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that this statue seemed a little different from the last time he saw it.
But he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, he just vaguely felt that the statue seemed more lively.
But that shouldn't be possible... This statue has been here for more than a thousand years, why would it suddenly change?
Kyle stared at the position of the statue's eyes, wanting to study it more carefully.
But the next second, he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore was still waiting for him in the school hospital.
If he spent too much time here, Dumbledore would most likely come to his dormitory to look for him, and that would be troublesome.
"Forget it, there's no time left, let's talk about it later."
Kyle came back to his senses and patted his head, feeling much more sober.
Then he turned his eyes away from the statue, opened the box, gathered all the remaining dozen or so roosters at the entrance, and fed them a refreshing potion one by one.