Hogwarts: Breaking off the engagement at the beginning and marrying Hermione instead

Harry only felt that the scar on his forehead began to hurt after seeing Voldemort.

The piercing pain made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"Harry Potter... the savior of the wizarding world.

I still remember your father's appearance. He looked a lot like you.

He was also very brave. He bravely resisted me but was eventually killed by me.

And your mother... had the same olive eyes as you.

She didn't have to die. She kept begging me to let you go...

Well, maybe I haven't spoken for too long and I seem a little nagging.

Come on, Harry Potter! Stand in front of this mirror!"

As he spoke, he controlled Harry Potter to the mirror.

"Tell me...what do you see?"

Harry looked at the mirror with sadness.

He saw a weak self in the mirror. A smile appeared on his lips. He took out a crystal clear stone and put it in his pocket.

He couldn't help but feel his pocket sink.

"Tell me...what did you see?"

"I didn't see anything!"

Looking at the enemy in front of him, Harry said viciously

"I can tell even without you telling me... it's the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry's pupils shrank and he pretended to be calm.

"No!"

Looking at Harry, Voldemort's smile became brighter and brighter:

"You are not good at lying... and I can see through your thoughts!"

Then he took out the Philosopher's Stone from Harry Potter's pocket.

His expression became ecstatic!

""The Philosopher's Stone! Haha! I finally got it!"

Voldemort laughed crazily.

Harry Potter in front of him looked as pale as death.

He worked so hard, but in the end the Philosopher's Stone was still taken away by Voldemort.

What was the point of his efforts?

""Huh? No! It's fake! It's fake!"

Voldemort shouted.

He threw the Philosopher's Stone to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Dumbledore! How dare you play tricks on me?……"

"Fake?"

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone thrown on the ground and Voldemort roaring,

Harry couldn't help but feel happy.

"It seems...are you very happy?"

Harry looked up and saw Voldemort staring at him with his scarlet eyes.

"Since the Philosopher's Stone is gone... I'll get some interest back from you first!

Quirrell!

Kill him, remember not to use the Unforgivable Curse!

There's something strange about this kid!"

""It's the master!"

Quirrell said half in pain and half in madness.

He stretched out his hands to Harry Potter, ready to strangle the savior of the magic world.

But who knew that as soon as his hands touched Harry's neck, it was as if he had touched boiling water.

Blisters appeared on the skin that touched it instantly

"Ah…ah……"

Quirrell hurriedly loosened his hand in pain.

But even so, the pain in his hand did not subside at all.

It even made his magic unstable.

The rope that trapped Harry also loosened.

""Go to hell! Voldemort!"

Seeing that Quirrell could not hurt him, Harry could not help but feel a surge of courage in his heart and pounced on Quirrell viciously.

Quirrell's skin, which was not covered by clothes, instantly began to smoke and bubble up when it touched Harry Potter.

"Master! Save me...save me……"

Quirrell screamed

""Waste!"

Voldemort screamed.

Harry Potter was not at ease either.

Like Quirrell, he was in great pain at the moment.

The scar on his forehead was like a red-hot branding iron.

The pain from the wound on his forehead spread throughout his body.

But he still endured the pain and didn't let go.

Soon, Quirrell, who was struggling, stopped moving.

And Harry Potter seemed to be relieved and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He fainted.

A black mist condensed above the two of them.

Gradually, a black human figure gathered.

The man had the appearance of a snake, but his body seemed to be underdeveloped. He spoke hoarsely:

"Braun……"

"What's wrong, Lord Dark Lord?"

Brawne said calmly, looking at Voldemort in front of him.

"You, as my servant, did not help me……"

"I think you, the Great One, can handle it."

Voldemort ignored him:

"Braun, I need you to sacrifice your body for our great cause!"

"I'm sorry I refuse!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to merge with me and walk towards glory together? As for Qi Luo... he is really a waste, but you are different.

You have talent and ambition.

With my help, we will become stronger!"

"Although what you said is very tempting, I'm sorry, I still refuse!"

Voldemort's expression gradually turned cold:

"I think this may be beyond my control. You who have been given the Dark Mark... have no power... to resist! Me!"

Then he flew towards Braun like a puff of smoke:

"Come! Become one with me! Let's walk towards a glorious future together!"

Braun looked at the black fog flying over without any panic, and sighed helplessly:

"You know what?

Actually I don't want this... I wanted to deal with you later... But I'm sorry! Soul shock!"

He took out a black magic wand from his arms.

A burst of gray light hit the black fog.

"It’s useless! My soul is not affected by the devil… ah… what is this!"

Voldemort screamed before he finished speaking.

His black mist body trembled like water waves.

Under the tremor, his soul was blown away and became more transparent. It turned from black mist to gray mist.

"This is of course... a good thing prepared for you! Voldemort!"

Brown said with a sneer as he looked at Voldemort not far away.

"Well, since my plan cannot be completed, I will kill you. This way I can be more relaxed in the future."

Then he waved his wand:

"Soul and body separated!"

The soul narrowly avoided Braun's spell and flew out.

""A maggot attached to the bone!"

A black light hit Voldemort's flying body, causing his body to pause.

And it was this pause that made him bear the next spell from Braun:

""Soul and body separated!" (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

The curse hit Voldemort's body and made him scream

"Become my experiment obediently... Voldemort!"

Voldemort looked at Braun with excitement in his eyes and suddenly calmed down:

"Braunfly! We are the same kind of people...

I lost this time, I hope you can have the same luck next time."[]

Braun instinctively wanted to cast a spell, sensing something was wrong.

But he saw a fierce look on Voldemort's face.

A tiny black dot flew out of the huge black fog.

Before Braun could react, it disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that I have underestimated Voldemort!"

Braun sighed as he looked at the soul left by Voldemort.

His original idea was to pretend to surrender to Voldemort and then use him to get his knowledge for free.

Unfortunately, Voldemort wanted to make himself his body.

So Braun had no choice but to decide to kill him.

As for where these magics came from.

Held, whom Braun simulated last time, was the creator of the Horcrux.

He knows the weaknesses of the Horcrux better than anyone else.

At the same time, he has a very strong persecution complex after repeated defeats.

He is afraid that one of his descendants will secretly learn the magic of the Horcrux to resist the fate of becoming a body.

So he developed a series of magic to control and harm the soul.

Although this It was the first time that Browne used it.

But the result was obviously very good.

Otherwise, Voldemort would not have been so heroic as to cut off his arm. He happily accepted the soul left by Voldemort for research.

He frowned when he saw the Dark Mark on his arm.

He sealed it with magic and stopped the buzzing in his mind.

The Dark Mark is still very useful.

Although the plan failed, it is still a backup plan.

He picked up the discarded Philosopher's Stone on the ground.

Although Voldemort said it was fake, he felt that it looked familiar after careful observation.

It seemed that he had seen it somewhere before. It's just that he couldn't remember it.

But before he could think about it, he saw a white-robed wizard with gold-rimmed glasses and a golden phoenix standing on his shoulder walked in.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore.

Feeling the strong Legilimency, Braun did not resist but showed the memory in full to Dumbledore."

"You did a great job! Mr. Foley!"

Dumbledore looked at Browne deeply and said

"Thank you, and this. I think you need it."

"Don't you want to have it? I thought you would hide it.

Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone away curiously.

"This is false, and���It's true.

I don't think I can defeat you, the most powerful wizard in modern times."

"Your praise really puts pressure on an old man."

As he spoke, he waved his magic wand, waving the people lying on the ground to wake up one after another.

"｀.Braun? Professor Quirrell?"

""What happened?"

Daphne and Zabini woke up one after another.

Their faces showed the panic and confusion before they fell into a coma.

Before Brown could answer, he heard Harry roar:

"Headmaster Dumbledore! Braun! Braun is Voldemort's lackey! He helped Voldemort!"

"I think that random slander is not a good thing.

And what Quirrell said is right, you are indeed ignorant, arrogant and brainless!"

Brown said coldly.

Harry's eyes were filled with anger.

But at this moment, he was very tired and had no strength to move.

Daphne and Zabini were pale, tightly pursed their lips, not knowing what to say.

"Principal, please explain this savior to us."

"Harry...Mr. Foley did not surrender to Voldemort. Instead, he defeated him at the critical moment."

"It's obviously me……"

"I don't think you think your mediocre magic can deal with Voldemort!"

Brown sneered and mocked.

Although Dumbledore was not very satisfied with Brown's attitude towards the savior he hand-picked, he did not refute:

"Brown is right. He was the one who drove Voldemort away. It was right after you fell into a coma.

Harry wanted to say something, but the excessive energy he had just consumed made him fall into a coma again before he could wake up for long.

"Principal. I took my two friends away first! They were a little frightened."

"Of course, kid. See you next time."

Brown led the two to the door.

As if he had thought of something, he ran back under Dumbledore's surprised gaze.

He pulled out Quirrell's wand from his waist:

"This is my wand. It was just taken away by Quirrell.

Dumbledore nodded.

But Brown did not leave.

Instead, he picked up the dirty bag again.

The bag was cast with a traceless retraction spell (good money).)

"I was frightened, and I think this thing is just the right compensation for me."

Dumbledore nodded again with a dark face.

Brown still did not leave, but raised his butt and groped Quirrell again.

Dumbledore could not help it:

"What are you doing?"

Braun scratched his head and said bashfully and compassionately:

"Professor Quirrell must have been controlled by Voldemort to do such a thing. I feel sorry for him.……"

"I think that feeling sorry for someone doesn't mean turning over his body."

"Oh... I think so. Professor Quirrell is dead, but he will definitely not forget his excellent and favorite student... that is, me.

I think he would be very happy if he knew that the gold galleons and relics on him could be given to me.

Maybe……"

"Bang!"

Before Brown finished his words, he was���Another spell was cast here.

Of course, it also took his two friends with it.

The three of them covered their buttocks and cried out in pain.

""Brawne, you are so brave!"

Sabini grinned.

Daphne also admired him.

Although Braun didn't look very serious just now, she admired him for being able to talk freely in front of Dumbledore:

"I didn't expect you to drive away the mysterious man, Braun."

"Nothing."

He didn't want to talk about this and changed the subject:

"How about we go to the kitchen and get something to eat? A cup of hot cocoa? I think it'll make you feel better."

"Oh, thank you."

Braun quickly supported Daphne, who was about to fall to the ground because of her weak legs.