Magic Journey from Hogwarts

But if you don't want to die, it doesn't mean I don't want to die. Voldemort may not let you go, but the three of us are different from you and have a chance to survive. "

Hearing this, Harry struggled a bit.

He and Voldemort were at odds with each other, only one of the two could live, but he didn't want to implicate others because of his own reasons.

"Do you feel particularly entangled?" Seeing his complicated face, Aaron joked, "I admit that you have a sense of justice and are a well-deserved Gryffindor.

But I must warn you that not taking your own life seriously is not bravery, it is just pure recklessness.

Only by living can there be a chance to come back, and if you die, there will be nothing left.

I am different from you, unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not go all out, let alone hit a stone with a pebble.

If you want to show your ambition by death, then go by yourself, don't take me with you. "

"How about we run now?" Hermione suggested.

"Agreed, we should have left here long ago." Ron added, "As long as Dumbledore returns, all problems will be fine."

"Aha?

What a great idea.

But a friendly reminder, you must be extra careful when you go, and you must be fast.

But this is a bit difficult for us, after all, there is still a wounded here. "

"You mean Voldemort might not let us go?" Hermione said grimly.

"It's not possible, it's certain.

Although he is still fighting with the two professors, he has also divided part of his attention on us.

If there is a slight change, he will probably try to get injured and leave us behind.

Because as long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, you can reshape your body, and it doesn't matter to him how Quirrell's body is. "

The three of them looked at each other, and Harry lowered his head in resignation, but his clenched fists still showed his reluctance, "Can we really just watch like this?

We are wizards too, and we can help the professor too. "

"Pull it down!" Aaron poured a ladle of cold water mercilessly.

Harry froze, "Am I wrong?"

"It seems... not quite right." Hermione shook her head.

"why?"

Hermione hesitated to say anything.

Ron also opened his mouth, with an embarrassed expression, and silently turned his face away.

Aaron smiled playfully, then patted him on the shoulder, and turned his head away, "Take a good look, is this a battle you can join?

Tell me, what level are you now? "

"Should soon be an intermediate magician!" Harry also reacted, and said a little embarrassed.

"Then please be a little self-aware, okay?

At your level, even a sneak attack from behind probably won't be of much use, let alone there is no chance of a sneak attack now.

In the battle between the three of them, you three wizards who don't even master offensive spells are just cannon fodder, and the aftermath of the spell can knock you out. "

"What about you?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Me?" Aaron smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm a little better than you, just a bigger cannon fodder."

"That means we can only watch here?" Hermione asked unwillingly.

"No." Aaron said meaningfully, "You can still pray, pray that Dumbledore will come back as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Aaron just found a place to sit and continued to pay attention to the wizard duel on the chessboard.

At this point, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were a little overwhelmed.

After all, the opponent is the famous Dark Lord. Although his strength is greatly reduced now, if he recklessly squeezes his life and fights desperately, then his opponent will have to work hard to have a chance of winning.

But the problem is that neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape dared to risk their lives at this time. If they were the only ones, they might still have the courage to fight, and at worst they would lose their lives.

But there were four little wizards behind them, and the two of them had to reserve some strength to make some plans, at least they had to have the strength to protect these students.

Voldemort laughed triumphantly, chanted an obscure incantation, and with a wave of his wand, he shot a deadly dark green light.

The two professors raised their wands tacitly, and hastily released two magic spells, one red and one white, to barely compete with the green light.

The three curses collided fiercely in mid-air, advancing and retreating like a tug-of-war, stalemate for a while.

"Cough cough!"

Voldemort suddenly looked ferocious, coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and the green light was immediately suppressed by two red and white beams.

He immediately adjusted his state, suppressed the injury, increased the strength of the magic power delivered to the wand, and pushed the magic spell back to its previous position.

The stalemate continued, and the green curse gradually gained the upper hand, at the cost of Quirrell's body aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two professors were not feeling well either. Their faces were pale and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

"It's almost there." Aaron murmured and stood up.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked puzzled.

"The time has come when we can be the straw that breaks the camel's back," Aaron said.

Hearing this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing, "You can try it."

"Don't mess around." Professor McGonagall reminded, "You are too weak, this is beyond your control."

"That's right." Snape said with an expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm sure."

"No." Snape said immediately, "Don't think that you can be defiant just because you have a bit of talent, Voldemort's power is beyond your imagination.

He can kill you all with one hand. "

"I know, that's why I waited until now." Aaron threw the red gemstone in his hand, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he threw it at Voldemort.

The Philosopher's Stone cut through the air and hit Voldemort's head with great speed.

The other party was also a little confused by the sudden surprise, but he quickly reacted. While the corner of his mouth was raised, he controlled the wand with one hand to resist the two professors, and quickly opened the other hand.

The speed of the Philosopher's Stone slowed down instantly, and it flew towards Voldemort's palm.

"That's how you do it." The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. "It sucks."

"Is it too late for us to escape now?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, let the Philosopher's Stone fly for a while."

The voice fell, and there was a roar from the ceiling.

A white shadow swooped down, and just as Voldemort was about to grab the Philosopher's Stone, a paw slapped him hard on the back.

Chapter 90 The Impulse to Grab the Head

boom!

Caught off guard by the impact, Voldemort never expected that someone would attack from behind, and it succeeded.

Not only did he fail to grasp the Sorcerer's Stone, but the continuous output of magic power was also interrupted. The curse of the two professors instantly overwhelmed Voldemort's Killing Curse and hit him.

"what!"

Voldemort let out a scream, and the pain made him tremble all over.

The one who screamed with him was the face of Quirrell who had been replaced on the back of his head, but he was much more miserable than Voldemort, with a hideous face and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Voldemort just experienced the pain for a while, and then his state dropped a few levels again, and he could abandon this body at any time.

But Professor Quirrell, who is the owner of the body, will be accompanied by such irreversible damage until death.

"Master, I'm about... I can't hold on any longer." Professor Quirrell spoke incoherently and intermittently, exactly the same as his usual disguise.

But this time it's not a pretense, it's real.

"Shut up, you bastard.

Fortunately, you are still behind, and you didn't even notice the sneak attack. " Voldemort cursed angrily, and then turned his attention to the figure that was attacking him.

Not only him, but everyone looked at the white figure hovering in midair in astonishment.

"Is that...a dragon?" Hermione murmured.

"It should be!" Ron swallowed, "My brother sent some photos before, and it looks similar to some juvenile dragons, but... this is too cool!

I'm sure not even Charlie has ever seen a whiter, more divine dragon than a unicorn. "

"come over."

Aaron beckoned, and the young dragon in mid-air flew down.

During the fall, its body shrunk rapidly and turned into the appearance of Abe, with a bright red gemstone dangling from its mouth.

"Okay, well done.

When you go back, you will be rewarded with a turkey. "Aaron patted its faucet, and then took the Philosopher's Stone off.

"It's you." Voldemort saw Abe, and thought of being kicked by it in the Forbidden Forest, he was furious and wanted to kill him immediately.

But now he is injured more and more, and his condition can no longer be described as poor.

Quirrell's body has entered a countdown to decay, no matter how much he hates, he is powerless to retaliate, and after calming down, he is also a little curious about this dragon.

In the wizarding world, dragons are the pinnacle of magical creatures, powerful but rare.

But this is not to say that there is no chance to see it, but it is the first time he has seen a dragon that has never appeared before and can freely control its size, and it is definitely the only one.

"Isn't that it? Doesn't it look familiar?" Aaron teased, "I thought I didn't need Abe to make a move, but your strength forced me to do so.

Fortunately, I succeeded. "

"Hmph! This is not luck.

Your timing was perfect, and I couldn't refuse the Philosopher's Stone as bait. Voldemort looked at Abe, who was completely out of line with the mighty and domineering just now, "What kind of creature is that?"

You have been in school for more than half a year. If it is a dragon, it should not only grow to the size it was just now. "

"As expected of the Dark Lord, you can find the key point at once."

Aaron also knew that there were so many people here, and Abbe's identity must not be kept secret.

After thinking for a while, he pretended to explain: "It's normal that you don't know, it is one of our family's inheritance, but it happened to be hatched in my generation.

It only recognizes the blood of my family, but it grows very slowly. "

"That's an honor!" Voldemort said with a dark smile. "Being able to see such a creature before this body is destroyed is a worthwhile trip."

After the words fell, Quirrell panicked at the back of his head, "Master, you can't give up on me, I'm your most loyal slave, I..."

"To shut up!

The Dark Lord will not abandon his loyal servant. "Voldemort said coldly, "It's not that I haven't failed, but I will never die. I may give you a new life when I return. "

"Thank you, master, thank you..."

Quirrell was grateful, but closed his eyes after a while.

The back of his head also turned into black particles after he closed his eyes and dissipated into the air, leaving only the front half of the head controlled by Voldemort.

"Hiss! How miserable." Aaron gasped, and the three of Harry opened their mouths in shock. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were relatively calm. Leverage.

"Death was just a relief to him.

It was an honor for Quirinus Quirrell to lay down his life for the great Dark Lord. "Voldemort said lightly, "When you surrender to me in the future, you may agree with this will. "

Aaron:  …

Gan!

Huge gift crab!Even at this time, don't let me go.

How can I be able to make the Dark Lord miss you so much?

"Um...Actually, Harry Potter is better than me, and it is impossible for me to submit to you.