days at Hogwarts

Chapter 109 Main Event, Killing Qiluo
The chess piece carved from stone was motionless, and Ron was also motionless on the black stone horse.

His mind began to recall memories about the mystery, wrong, Voldemort.

According to his parents, he was born in a time of turmoil. At that time, he had to keep running to avoid the death eaters.But then he was too young to remember.

When he remembered, the turmoil had ended, and the older brothers would not mention the events of the year. Sometimes George and Fred would be scolded by their mother for saying that name.

Dad, Mom, and Aunt Muriel, these grown-ups always looked terrified when they heard the name Voldemort.Aunt Muriel would still look around, lest anyone overhear.

After a long time, even he felt that that name was a vicious curse, as if he would die if he pronounced it.

But now, sitting on the cold stone horse, waiting for the arrival of that Voldemort, he felt nothing to be afraid of.

Ron watched the wisps of black mist keep escaping, filling the entire chessboard, getting thicker and thicker.

Voldemort stepped into the room unhurriedly, holding the wand with the first knuckle of his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger, slightly bent his elbows in front of him, with an elegant and dignified posture.

He stood still outside the chessboard, his eyes scanning the chess pieces.

Ron was on the horse, and he could hear his heart expand and contract hard, pumping blood into stiff veins and muscles.

thump!
thump!
The magical power in the body is full like never before.

Voldemort opened his mouth slowly, as if talking to himself, "Professor McGonagall's transfiguration is still so superb, even I can't compare to her in the field of transfiguration."

Ron sat on the horse and said nothing.

It turned out that these chess pieces were made by Professor McGonagall with transfiguration.Unfortunately, I probably won't have the chance to learn again.

Voldemort twisted his neck, looked at Ron with scarlet eyes, and said softly, "Oh, poor idiot, you were abandoned by your friends. They left you here alone to die, didn't they?"

He spoke with great interest.Anyone who spends a few years in the forests of Albania, talking only to snakes all day, will talk about strong sex.

Ron still didn't speak.

"Come on, join me, and I will bring you infinite glory." Voldemort grinned.

The moment he stepped onto the chessboard, Ron gave an answer.

"Attack!"

For a moment, no matter black or white, queen or soldier, except for the black knight on the farthest edge, all the stone statues on the board came to life, and all the pieces charged towards Voldemort together.

"Stupid." Voldemort sneered hoarsely, still maintaining his dignified posture.

He swung Quirrell's wand, smashing a stone statue with each swing, and walked towards Ron unstoppably.

The soldier brandished a pair of knives and was crushed.

The bishop raised his scepter and was crushed.

The chariot made an impact and was shattered.

Eventually, Voldemort walked across the board unscathed and stood before the Black Knight, the only surviving piece on the board.

Ron was riding on the horse, looking down at this ugly face, with a firm voice, "Knight! Charge!"

The black stone war horse raised its hooves high and was about to step down.

Voldemort tapped lightly on the base of the chess piece with his wand, countless small cracks spread from the base of the stone statue, and gradually covered the whole body of the stone statue.

He's really, really scary.

Ron grinned and said softly, "General."

boom!
The stone statue exploded, and Ron's body was thrown out, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

His body was covered with wounds from splashing stones, and blood flowed down the ground.Blood was oozing from the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and there was only buzzing in the ears.

All kinds of colors in front of his eyes merged, and finally all the colors faded away, and he couldn't see anything clearly, it was dim and blurry.

Ron's hands trembled and pulled the ground, trying to support his broken body to stand up, but he just lost his strength and fell over and over again.Splashes in a pool of blood.

"Stupid Gryffindor." Voldemort watched this scene with a pleasant smile.Without stopping, he walked into the next room.

The door was pushed open and closed with a "bang".

Ron's eyes were out of focus, and the movement of the struggle gradually weakened until he had no more strength and lost consciousness.

Broken stones were scattered on the chessboard, and the lights in the room were turned off, and it became dark all of a sudden.

Bright red flames lit up on Ron's shoulders, and a phoenix with golden and red feathers emerged from the flames.

Fox looked at the little man in a pool of blood, and pressed his face to Ron's, with tears streaming from his eyes.

Phoenix's tears touched Ron's body and melted into his wounds, spreading out in circles like water ripples, each wound emitting a soft red light.

Some mysterious changes are taking place in the new blood and muscles.

Fox raised his head and squeaked towards an open space for a while, as if accusing someone of being unreliable.

"Alright, hurry up and bring Loren, Harry and Hermione need his help." An old voice sounded.

Fox became even more angry, and after scolding an old man for a while, flames rose from his body and disappeared on the spot.

Dumbledore showed his figure, looking at the broken stones and blood scattered on the ground, he gently shook his sleeves.

Some invisible force made Ron lean against the wall, cleaning the blood and dust off his body.

Dumbledore looked at Ron's red hair with gentle eyes, and then fell into some kind of worry, muttering, "I don't know if Arthur and Molly will scold me."

Hogwarts basement.

Loren was hesitating outside Snape's office, wondering if he should have a chat with Snape.This entanglement has been going on for a while.

Not far in front of him, a flame suddenly appeared and lit up, golden and red intertwined.

Loren moved closer curiously, observing the flames.The flames exploded with a "poof", enveloping him in the fireworks and disappearing on the spot in an instant.

The door of the Potions Office opened suddenly, and Snape looked at the place where Loren had just disappeared, with a gloomy expression, "Dumbledore, what tricks are you playing!"

On the other hand, Harry and Hermione were in despair.

At the end of the corridor, where they jumped down, the exit was tightly covered by a large net of plant vines, covered with black mist.

No matter whether it is the gentle blue flame or the fiery flame spell, there is no way out.

The black mist in the room gradually thickened, not only the vines above the head, but also the surrounding corners of the corridor were filled with black mist.There are indications that Voldemort is coming.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Harry fell into self-blame.

He suddenly remembered something, looked up at Hermione, "Give me to Voldemort."

He was full of hope, "Give me to Voldemort, hurry up and inform Professor McGonagall, we still have hope before he is completely resurrected!"

After Hermione listened to Harry's plan with a blank expression, she helped Harry to the corner and put him down, "You may be right."

"But I'm a Gryffindor."

The little witch in the first grade stretched out her hand and pulled her loose and fluffy hair behind her ears along her neck.

She took hold of the wand with the vine wood, the dragon's nerve core, and stood in the middle of the corridor.Watching the black mist getting thicker and thicker, waiting for the most powerful Dark Lord to arrive.

Although she is always ridiculed as a bookworm, no one in Hogwarts, from students to professors, can deny that she has always been smart.Smart people certainly know which options are more favorable and which options make sense.

After the Halloween troll incident, everyone was saying that Hermione was quick-witted and cleverly trapped the troll with planks and flames. If it wasn't for the lack of planks, she could deal with the troll alone.

She saw Ron's reckless death, attracting the attention of the trolls, and wanted to open a way for them to survive, and saw Harry live to death, breaking through the defenses of the trolls.

Only she hid at the back.

Afterwards, Hermione looked through all the books related to trolls in the library.She knew that trolls were clumsy, that nostrils and eyes had the weakest protection, that trolls had every weakness.

But the clearer it is, the deeper the scene of that night.

She was afraid to face the troll, but she stood up to this Dark Lord who was comparable to Dumbledore.

Hermione's mind went over every spell she'd ever learned, every point of a duel: rushing, dodging, breathing and rhythm.

There was the sound of slow footsteps in the empty corridor, and Voldemort gradually came into their sight.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth were split open, like a snake opening its mouth, as if it would spit out a forked tongue at any time.He was laughing, laughing at the witch's overreach.

But he didn't speak, and the Mudblood was not worthy of him.

Hermione asked herself and answered, "Gryffindor? Who isn't?"

Hermione wanted to smile, but couldn't, and eventually dropped the idea.She stood sideways, raised her arm, and pointed her wand straight at the opposite side, "[All petrified]"

The tip of the wand lit up, and a white beam of binding spell roared out.

Quirrell's body is weak, and his soul and life have been sucked by evil spirits for a long time, but under the urging of unicorn blood, he was squeezed out of his last bit of potential.

And it is he who manipulates this power, the most powerful dark wizard in centuries, Voldemort.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled into a sneer, and his wand flicked slightly.

The invisible shock wave shattered the light of the spell, and it slammed into the little witch with undiminished power.

"【Armor Protection】"

Hermione only had time to hastily open an Iron Armor Curse in front of her, the transparent barrier was instantly shattered, and the wand flew out of her hand.

The huge force penetrated the girl's weak body, and her whole body was lifted up.

"Humph!"

Hermione snorted, her eyes blurred for a while, and when she came back to her senses, her legs and feet were already trapped in the devil's net above the corridor, and her upper body was hanging upside down outside.Thanks to the previous sideways position, Hermione was not directly facing the center of the shock wave, and was not fatally injured.

The Devil's Net was contaminated by the black mist and had already lost its vitality.But even if it was such a dead branch, Hermione couldn't break free. She closed her eyes, unable to bear to look at the scene below.

Voldemort didn't even look at the witch above him, and walked straight to Harry.

"Harry Potter, don't kill yourself, I can give you a chance."

At a distance that ensured that Harry could not suddenly jump up and attack, Voldemort stopped and looked at Harry from a distance, "In my lord, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't think about it!" Harry snapped, taking a breath and standing up with one hand propped on the wall.

"Ho-ho-!" Voldemort's laugh seemed hoarse and ugly, as if trying to empty out the air in his lungs.

"Be brave, just like your parents."

"So, tell me, do you want to see your parents again?"

This sentence completely ignited the anger in Harry's eyes. He gritted his teeth and stared at Voldemort's ugly face. He hid one hand behind his back, and the fingers holding the wand turned white.

"You and I join forces, I can bring them back to life, and it only takes a small price, and it's in your pocket."

Voldemort kept his distance and paced back and forth, "Don't be fooled by Dumbledore, there is no good or evil in the world. There is only power, and those who are powerless to seize power."

Harry waved his arm vigorously, anger and hatred poured into the wand along with the magic power, "[All petrified]"

The tip of the wand emitted a blazing milky white light, and a thick beam of light whizzed towards Voldemort.

"Stupid trick."

This sneak attack was indeed just a trick for Voldemort.He casually raised his wand, and built a colorless barrier in front of him to block the beam of magic light.

The continuous milky white light beam hits the colorless and transparent barrier, and the scattered energy escapes, shining pure white light in the dim corridor.

The power of Harry's spell far exceeds the level of his peers.

"Brilliant, just like I was back then."

Voldemort looked very satisfied with the spell cast by Harry. He advised, "Don't be bound by Dumbledore's hypocritical face. Together, you and I can accomplish earth-shattering undertakings."

The pain was tormenting Harry's head, and he felt that someone was using a chisel to goug his skull at the place of the scar on his forehead.

"Delusion!" Harry yelled.

"Stupid!" Voldemort stopped holding back his hands and increased the output of magic power.

The barrier turned into a colorless and invisible force that collided with Harry's spell beam, sporadic sparks burst out where the two met.

Harry watched the cursed light gradually approaching him, the wind from the collision of magic power hit his face, and his hair was disheveled.The pain in his forehead and body tortured his nerves all the time, and the pressure of the spell was increasing, and he was about to be unable to bear it.

"Tell you not to play with me." A joking voice sounded.

"【All Petrochemical】"

Immediately afterwards, another beam of enchanted light lit up, merged with Harry's beam, and temporarily withstood the impact.

"Loren!" cried Hermione in surprise, holding back her tears.

Harry turned his head, watching Loren walk slowly from behind him to his side with the same surprise.

Loren was very puzzled. As soon as he came out, he saw two people confronting each other, and Harry was about to lose.

Shouldn't the correct plot be that Harry rushed up, slapped his face and wiped out Voldemort?

Did Dumbledore change the script?

Without thinking too much, he went straight up.

Voldemort was a little surprised how Loren appeared.He looked around, but he didn't find any other adult wizards around him. A hideous smile appeared on his ugly face, "Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

The life provided by unicorns is cursed, but anything that involves life and death has powerful magic in it.As Voldemort's words fell, the collision of magic power escalated again, and the collision point that sputtered sparks approached them.

Harry felt the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket was hot, he didn't think about it, subconsciously stretched out his left hand and pressed Loren's back.

Surging magic power gushed out from the Philosopher's Stone, passed through Harry's body like a wave, and passed into Loren's body.

The two felt a warm current wrapping their bodies, and their blood, muscles, and bones all glowed with strong vitality.

The pure white cursed rainbow became stronger at the same time, crushing towards Voldemort.

Harry had a feeling that if his body hadn't been unable to bear it, the energy of the Philosopher's Stone would have been even stronger.

"Damn it!" Voldemort looked crazy, he squeezed out every bit of energy, magic power, flesh and blood, life, and soul in this body.

"Lord, master, I can't take it anymore." Quirrell moaned in pain from behind.

"Dedicate your everything to me, and I will give you eternal life!"

I don't know if Quirrell agreed, but Loren and Harry saw a puff of black smoke coming from behind Voldemort.Quirrell's voice faded away.

The surrounding black mist gradually shrank, and Voldemort's colorless magic power turned into pure black.

The advantage that Loren and Harry had just occupied was instantly overthrown, and the intersection point of the magic beam slowly approached them.

The turbulent energy splashed onto the surrounding walls like magma of different colors.The white light hit the wall, and the masonry was shattered and turned into pieces.The black light hit the wall, and the masonry was corroded and turned into liquid.

Are you going to die?

Seeing that the curse was getting closer, Harry gathered a little strength and reached out to push Loren away.

Loren on the side didn't think so much, he just felt that this time it was a big loss, and he probably didn't run away after lying in the infirmary for a week.

As for whether he will die?

He still felt that Dumbledore's many old things must be watching somewhere, and they would not put their lives in danger.

Harry reached out to Loren's hand and felt something hard, not like clothing.He looked down, and the sorting hat appeared between him and Loren at some point, and he was putting his hand on the brim of the sorting hat.

Loren thought of something for a moment. He turned the sorting hat over with one hand, revealing the hilt of the sword inlaid with red gems.

He reached out and took out the sword.

"Gryffindor's sword?" Voldemort seemed amused, "Are you going to throw him to kill me?"

The distance between the two sides was several meters, and Loren didn't know how to fly a sword at a hundred steps. Throwing was basically equivalent to giving up the weapon.

Seeing that the curse is coming, the danger is approaching.

Loren threw the sword upwards, "Hermione!"

At this moment, the rich black magic power and the milky white petrification spell collided in the not-so-spacious corridor, and the brilliance of the magic power illuminated the dim corridor.The dissipated energy easily destroyed the stone walls on both sides.

Hermione heard her name, raised her eyes to look at the sword, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, the whole world slowed down in her eyes, became silent and dimmed.

Only the sword was shining faintly.The ruby ​​is inlaid on the hilt, the silver blade, and Godric Gryffindor is engraved under the hilt.

The sword is the sword of thousands of years ago, and the people are the people of today.

But this person is just a first-year little witch who dares to attack the most powerful dark wizard. "Brave and fearless, without regard for one's own life" Bao Jian upholds the will that has been passed down for thousands of years, and recognizes this witch.

Hermione stretched out her hand, waited for the hilt to fall into her hand, and grasped it suddenly, the whole body of the sword immediately emitted a silvery white light.

She has read the history of Hogwarts school. In that distant and ancient history, the sword forged by goblins made immortal achievements in the hands of Godric Gryffindor.

Kill the goblin kingdom from coveting the sword, kill the evil wizards from invading Hogwarts, and open a clean land for little wizards to study without worry.

She had heard of the sword, but had no idea of ​​its power, or what magical powers it had.

Before receiving the sword, she didn't know what to do, but when the sword was in her hand, all the confusion disappeared, leaving only one thought.

This sword must have cut many people like Voldemort.

Thinking of this, a strange force was transmitted into Hermione's body along the sword, like the sun shining on her body, and she couldn't even feel the pain on her body.

Naturally, as if she knew how to use a sword, she twisted her wrist, driving the sharp edge of the sword to cut through the devil's net around her.Only one leg was caught in the devil's net, and her body was hung from the ceiling.

The downward gravity, the sinking of the body was insignificant, and Hermione stepped on the vine with the other foot.

When she held the sword in front of her body, silvery white light covered her pupils, as if the light of the sword was reflected in her eyes, and it seemed to emanate from the eyes themselves.

Jumping with bent legs, the girl shot at Voldemort with the sword in her hand.

"cut!"

The silver-cast sword trembled slightly, shining with silver-white brilliance, passing across in an instant without any hindrance.

Immediately afterwards, Loren and Harry's surging pure white spells knocked Voldemort away.

Quirrell's body flew in the air, and began to shatter along a diagonal line from neck to waist.No blood flowed out, it was scattered all over the ground like fine sand.

Hermione squatted on the ground, holding her sword across her side.

Seeing that the enemy had dissipated, she relaxed her tense nerves and let out a breath, unable to hold the sword anymore.Let it fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Loren!" The little witch stood up and hugged Loren. She hugged Loren tightly, and she had too much to say.

A black soul came out of Quirrell's wreckage, it had no entity, it passed Harry's body like a ghost, passed through the devil's net above, and disappeared.

Harry's head seemed to have been pierced by a chisel, and the severe pain spread from his forehead to his whole body, before he could even cry out in pain, he fainted on the spot.

(End of this chapter)