I wield a sword at Hogwarts

For this reason, he hated Harry deeply.

Taking out his wand, Quirrell shot a spell at Harry.

Harry flew out and fell to the ground. Quirrell had a look of madness on his face and shouted sternly: "Hurry up and hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

"Let me talk to him, you're so useless, Quirinus!"

The shrill voice spoke again.

"No! Master, I can do it. I can definitely get the magic stone for you!"

Quirrell was completely panicked now. He stammered and asked his master to give him another chance.

But Voldemort no longer trusted this subordinate and took his body by force.

Now so weak, Quirrell couldn't defeat Voldemort.

Under Harry's horrified gaze, Quirrell's body turned in a strange posture.

He grabbed his head with both hands and twisted and turned it like a large rubber ball.

The nauseating smell became even stronger. The head wrapped in the scarf turned to the front, and Quirrell untied it bit by bit.

Behind that head, there was actually a face.

Harry had never seen such a ferocious and terrifying face, like chalk, with glowing red eyes and two slender nostrils like snakes underneath.

Quirrell said frightened and weakly: "Master, give me a chance."

Voldemort had a look of disgust on his face, and Quirrell lost his breath.

This body now has been completely controlled by Voldemort.

Looking at the culprit who made him what he is today, he whispered as if beside him: "Harry Potter..."

Harry wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to be frozen, and the wound on his forehead stung.

"Look what I've become."

There was resentment in Voldemort's tone, he hated it so much.

The Dark Lord who was supposed to rule the magical world has now become nothing more than shadow and steam. He is a wandering soul. He has no body and can only live in those weak animals.

However, there are many people who are willing to let him enter their bodies, and Quirrell is one of them.

"When I get the elixir, I can recreate a body of my own."

Voldemort could already see how much panic he would plunge the world into after regaining his body, and he felt that everything was under control.

Dumbledore was taken away to the Ministry of Magic, and now there was no one who could stop Voldemort.

He held his wand, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Now, Harry, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone you have in your pocket?"

He is not the idiot Quirrell. In his heyday, he was a wizard on par with Dumbledore.

Naturally, this little trick couldn't be hidden from his eyes.

He raised his wand and swiped it, and the invisible knife cut open Harry's pocket.

A bright red stone fell from his pocket. Harry wanted to pick it up, but was tied up by a belt controlled by Voldemort.

When Voldemort picked up the thing he was thinking about, he let out a weird smile.

Looking at Harry, the guy he hated.

A hypocritical liar who rose to power by stepping on the great Dark Lord.

He wanted to torture this child, the being that the world called the savior.

"Look at you, my child. Your parents were very brave back then. I have always admired courage."

"I killed your father first. He would rather die than give in and fight me bravely. Your mother didn't have to die, but she tried her best to protect you. What a stupid thing to do."

Harry only felt the scar on his forehead hurt more, and memories from his childhood seemed to flash back in his mind.

That green light, and the breathtaking laughter.

"No, Voldemort, I will defeat you!" he shouted.

Voldemort smiled coldly and poked Harry's scar with his wand.

"Look, this scar, that savior's lie, do you really think of yourself as the savior?"

The wand moved over the scar, causing Harry to wail in pain.

Voldemort's smile gradually distorted, and he also felt that his body was dying quickly.

Without the soul of its original owner, Quirrell's body is turning into a corpse.

Voldemort raised the Sorcerer's Stone above his head, and with the light emitting from the bright red stone, he raised his wand to kill Harry.

Harry's breathing became rapid, and he stared at Voldemort, wondering if he was really going to die like this.

"My child, is the magic your mother left for you still there?"

Before taking action, Voldemort thought of the scene twelve years ago and hesitated.

He reached out and touched Harry's body, and blisters quickly rose up on the frail body.

With that magical presence, Voldemort could not harm Harry.

This made him very unwilling.

Voldemort regretted letting Quirrell die too early.

With the Philosopher's Stone in hand, he knew it was time to leave and take the Philosopher's Stone away before Dumbledore came back.

"Don't leave!"

Harry yelled angrily but to no avail. Voldemort was walking towards the door step by step right in front of his eyes.

Harry growled, feeling powerless inside.

Just when Voldemort was about to leave, John, who had been hiding, took action.

Voldemort was only an arm's length away from John.

At this distance, John struck decisively.

The big sword waved out a bright silver light.

He was stabbed in the back!

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"who!"

Voldemort found out it was already too late.

John's sword slashed towards the hand holding the magic stone without hesitation.

The arm that flew out didn't have much blood, but quickly shriveled up.

"come out!"

Voldemort waved his wand with his remaining hand, and green light shot in the direction of John.

John rolled to avoid the next forward sprint.

Swinging the big sword in his hand like a windmill, he cut off Voldemort's other hand.

Drawing his wand, John delivered the final blow.

Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.

"Reducto"

Voldemort's weak body was shattered at this moment, and John sat down.

"Fortunately, his current condition is not as good as that of the Forbidden Forest."

John's behavior was extremely cool, but in fact it was very draining on his mind.

Especially when he dodged the green light, he knew he had made a mistake.

If Voldemort's body had been better, if Voldemort hadn't let down his guard because he had a chance to win, the blow just now would have been enough to make him die.

Fortunately, John's training over the past few days allowed him to avoid it instinctively.

After sitting for a while, John looked at Harry who was struggling.

Although Voldemort is dead, magic is still there.

He walked over and picked up the magic stone.

From Harry's perspective, Voldemort looked like he was fighting a ghost. In just a split second, his two arms were cut off, and then his body exploded.

While he was still wondering, he saw the magic stone floating up.

"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry looked expectantly at the Philosopher's Stone. Just as John was about to speak, he saw the dead Voldemort condense into a puff of black smoke and fly toward Harry with a ferocious face.

"Stop!"

Without thinking, John threw his weapon towards the black smoke to stop it.

But this black smoke was not real. The flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.

The screams rang in Harry's ears again, his mind went blank, and then he lost consciousness.

The black smoke had dissipated when John came to him. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.

"You won't die, right?"

Looking at Harry in confusion, John slapped the savior's face a few times. Seeing that there was still no response, he took out a lot of potions and prepared to try them one by one on him.

"I think Harry Potter was just too frightened."

A mellow old voice sounded, and John looked up, Dumbledore appeared here.

It looked like he had just come back from outside.

"John Wick, I think you can lift the Disillusionment Curse."

After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.

After it was lifted, he revealed himself, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes: "It seems that you have chosen the right path and have not let your strength blind you."

A look of confusion flashed in John's eyes. Sure enough, the old man knew what he and Quirrell were studying.

It seems that all this is under the control of the other party. Maybe he didn't leave the school at all, but he was a little unnecessary.

He said respectfully: "It's all because of the good teaching in the school."

In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore had also rushed back.

Not long ago, he knew that someone had entered the Philosopher's Stone. If John hadn't arrived in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.

Dumbledore picked up Harry and waved the fire away.

"Let's take Harry to the school hospital. Poor Harry doesn't know if he can make it to the Quidditch match with Ravenclaw."

John nodded, and when he left, he blinked and seemed to still be holding the magic stone in his hand.

After looking at Dumbledore who didn't notice, John hesitated for a while and finally said: "Professor, what should I do with the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face: "I'm glad that you will be an honest boy. Remember our agreement? I think my old friend Nico Flamel doesn't mind if his Philosopher's Stone is stolen." Some little wizard will use it for a while."

Nico Flamel!

John stopped in surprise, looking like a Niffler who had lost his money.

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June 9th.

Three days have passed since the incident, and John's mood still hasn't calmed down.