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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Little Bar Spirit!.

Evan, who became an acting genius, immediately showed a righteous face, and he shouted loudly: “Harry run, you run with the Philosopher’s Stone!” I stopped him! ”

“Evan!”

Harry was stunned.

He looked at Evan, not expecting at all that Evan would actually block him in front of him, and even would rather die to stop Voldemort.

“Harry Potter, do you really care about this cub’s life?”

Voldemort put his hand on top of Evan’s head, as if he could twist Evan’s head with a force. As a matter of fact.

Evan felt the Philosopher’s Stone in his arms be separated. Then it suddenly disappeared by half.

“Harry, run! Leave me alone! ”

Evan had a righteous expression on his face. He even gave Voldemort a push.

Rumble!

A large pit appeared where he stood.

Evan felt like he was passing by death. Voldemort was really powerful.

His magic was still a long way from Voldemort. He pouted.

They all cooperated tacitly, and Voldemort even scared him.

1 Yes, this big pit was blown up by Voldemort.

For a while, Evan felt a large amount of smoke and dust appear around him, and his eyes were almost unable to open. And at this time, something was fed into his mouth.

Melts in the mouth, tastes… Well, it didn’t come out.

After eating that thing, Evan felt a warm current in his body. Then he couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach.

Poof…

Evan couldn’t help but spit out.

Because Voldemort was in front of him, he even spat on Voldemort’s robe.

“Evan!”

The sound of Harry crying came.

Evan was about to say what to cry, he didn’t just spit out what he ate during the day, and nothing. However, when I looked down, it was all bright red.

Blood! It’s too much! Voldemort wants to kill him?

Evan felt cheated. He was too young to have a flash…

“Drill the heart and cut the bone!”

He heard Voldemort shout.

“Don’t hurt him… Elvin! ”

Evan felt Harry’s cry out harsh and desperate. But…

He was lying on the ground now, and he didn’t seem to feel anything else except for a little nausea and vomiting. Drill the heart and cut the bones against him?

He moved, raising his eyes to look at Voldemort.

Voldemort ignored him, but his wand was indeed aimed at him. Evan suddenly realized that it was Voldemort acting with him. Is that thing so amazing?

I already knew that he had just kept a little in his mouth. Evan thought with chagrin.

“Evan, how are you…”

Harry stumbled to Evan’s side.

“Hand over the Philosopher’s Stone, and I’ll let him go!”

Voldemort said coldly.

“Hugh…”

Evan pretended to be dying. Then he struggled to get up.

“Go, Harry… Walk! ”

He gave Harry a push.

Harry burst into tears.

“I fought with you!”

Harry roared. He rushed towards Voldemort.

He grabbed Quirrell’s wrist to stop him from casting a spell on Evan.

But when his hand grabbed Quirrell’s wrist, Quirrell screamed loudly. Even Voldemort let out a roar.

“What’s going on!”

Evan knew, but he didn’t know whether to say it or not.

So he could only lie on the ground honestly, trying to shrink his sense of existence.

“Come on, come here…”

A weak voice suddenly sounded in Evan’s ears.

Evan was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to go or not, after all, Voldemort looked so miserable now, and Voldemort said that there was still Dumbledore in the room…….

“Come here… I’m not going to hurt you…”

Who believes?

“I leave you half of the Philosopher’s Stone…”

Evan believed.

However, he still had an extra heart, and did not stand up directly, but ran towards Harry half-crawling and half-lying down. If Voldemort lied to him…

He didn’t think deeply and was carried away by the Philosopher’s Stone.

“I’m leaving… Stay safe…”

Just as Evan climbed over, he felt that he had half a Philosopher’s Stone in his pocket. The voice in my ear faded away.

He knew that Voldemort had left.

Seeing Harry unconscious and falling to the ground, and hearing footsteps at the door, Evan quickly lied to himself.

“I have a particularly large carry-on space”

A 10% progress bar is already considered high.

Evan immediately felt a small space. About a cubic meter or so.

He quickly threw the gems and the Philosopher’s Stone inside.

“Suddenly sleepy…”

He muttered.

Then closed his eyes and fell asleep on the ground.

……

When Evan woke up again, he found himself lying in the school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was changing his dressing and saw him wake up with a big smile on her face.

“It just so happens that your mother and they are all here, and I just said that I will let them in after changing your medicine!”

“Mom!”

Evan suddenly became terrified.

“That’s right!”

Mrs. Weasley’s angry voice came from the doorway.

“Dumbledore never told me that you would be so badly injured at Hogwarts!”

Mrs. Weasley was furious.

“We almost lost you, and after Dumbledore’s morning letter arrived home, your father almost collapsed and Mrs. Weasley couldn’t talk about it.”

Her tears kept falling.

“Mom… Don’t cry, don’t cry 650, I was wrong……..”

Evan quickly tried to reach out to help Mrs. Weasley wipe her tears.

But when he raised his hand, he found that he was wrapped like a mummy.

“Don’t move, don’t move, there is still an hour before the wound grows!”

Madam Pomfrey hurriedly said, and Mrs. Weasley quickly wiped her tears.

“Don’t move, mom won’t cry… Mommy little baby, you can’t get hurt anymore! ”

Evan was dazed.

When did he get hurt?

“But… But I remember I wasn’t hurt! ”

That’s what he thought, and that’s what he asked.

“Silly child, before you were used by Voldemort, you were still injured by him, you are full of wounds, you don’t just think that you will be fine after spitting a mouthful of blood, right?”

Dumbledore pushed the door and came in. He said with a smile. Evan looked at him blankly.

Was he really injured at that time? How did he not know that?

Although he didn’t feel it at all, his bar essence attribute came out again.

He knew that while he and Harry were tormented by Voldemort, Dumbledore was watching the excitement! So he showed a puzzled expression.

“How do you know? I don’t even know myself, you know better than me, you don’t peek around all the time, do you? ”

Dumbledore’s smile froze.

How could he forget that this kid was able to ask in front of Voldemort if Voldemort was a little bar elf who washed his hair?