Chapter 62 That's Voldemort

"...What's the matter Harry...where is this place?" With a slightly red face, Kaisen still had half a glass of wine in his hand, and he appeared in front of Harry. However, his slightly drunk head did not remember the occasion when he gave this Ender Pearl.

Harry pointed in the direction of Quirrell with difficulty.

Kaisen turned his head and saw Quirrell holding the wand tremblingly in his hand, while he drank the remaining half of the glass of wine in the glass and threw the glass on the ground casually.

Crack!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

"Vanishing curse!"

Accompanied by the sound of the broken wine glass, the two met and no one had any extra communication. Kaisen didn't even have time to look at Harry next to him and Neville in the corner. The enchantment table appeared in his hand, and a vanishing curse quickly offset the flying killing curse.

"Cursed flame!" Quirrell used the old routine again, and a calendar fire quickly turned into a giant snake and rushed over. It was a pity that the effect of this calendar fire was not as good as the last time in the Forbidden Forest.

Kaisen clapped his hands, and the entire chamber was instantly filled with azure water blocks.

Kaisen could function normally in the water blocks for fourteen seconds at most, and could survive for twenty-seven seconds at a longer time.

In these twenty seconds, it was easy to remove the limbs of Quirrell, who didn't even dare to open his mouth for fear of choking.

As for Harry and Neville, who were also drowned.

When facing a powerful enemy, one must not be timid, and must kill the enemy first. As long as one can fight for a little more energy, it will be within twenty seconds!

Kaisen's eyes became sharp, and four pieces of Ender Crystal flew towards Quirrell in a row. Although they did not cause much damage in the water, the shock wave also made Quirrell drink a lot of blood.

At this time, Quirrell, who was injured by the shock wave, kept gushing out bright red blood from his mouth, floating in the water like smoke floating in the air.

"Come on, you'll like this guy."

A green creeper head was summoned by him, and it was put on Quirrell's head without any explanation, and there was another black long sword.

Swish, swish, swish!

After four knives cut Quirrell into a cylinder, he collected the water in the whole room.

"Ahem! Professor Kaysen, where's Quirrell?" Harry stood up with difficulty, wiped his face, and asked with some fear.

"Over there, stay away, I'll go see how Neville is." Kaysen looked at Neville who had fainted, and quickly took out a sponge, squatted in front of Neville and stuffed the sponge into Neville's mouth without any explanation.

"Ha! Ha!!!!"

After sucking out the water in his lungs, he sat up with a start, looking forward with some horror in his eyes.

Kaisen suddenly broke into his field of vision, patted his back and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay."

With his hands still working, he took out a small bottle of white fresh essence from his pocket and applied it to the wound on Neville's face.

"Where's Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry rubbed his stomach: "I think it should be nothing...hiss..."

Kasen bent down and picked up Quirrell: "You guys hurry to Madam Pomfrey, I have to go to Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts."

"Then I'll go to the hospital wing with you first." Kaisen waved his hand and let Quirrell float behind him, then picked up Harry, who was unable to walk steadily, and held him across his waist.

The three people and the creeper returned the same way. When they came to Snape's logical thinking questions, Kaisen glanced at the potion bottle on the table.

"I remember that the potion in here is not enough for all three people to pass..." Kaisen forced the flames to extinguish, and when he walked to the small table where the potion was placed, he suddenly found Huadian.

"No, there should be three bottles of fire resistance potion. One bottle should be drunk by Quirrell, and the other two bottles were drunk by me and Neville." Harry said.

"But Severus only placed one bottle of potion when he set up this level."

The air was silent for a while, and the little wizards didn't react much, but Kaisen had a vague guess.

"Forget it, let's get out first."

He ignored these two vague guesses and continued to walk outside. He picked up the unconscious Ron on the giant chessboard. He was relieved until Kaisen finally put the blocks through the trapdoor and returned to the classroom with the three-headed dog.

Then he saw Hermione and the white-bearded old man looking at them with a smile on their faces.

"Dumbledore, watch this guy, I'll send them to the hospital wing." Kaisen handed a Quirrell floating behind him to Dumbledore, and he walked towards the hospital wing with Harry in his left hand and Ron in his right hand, followed by Neville and Hermione who followed him quickly.

After going to the hospital wing and confirming that the three young wizards were only physically injured and that they would be fine after drinking the potion and sleeping for a night, Kaisen came to the principal's office with peace of mind.

"Oh, Kaisen, you are finally back. What happened to them?"

"They are all superficial injuries." Kaisen looked at Dumbledore in the office and a Quirrell lying in the corner.

"What are you going to do with this guy?"

"I have already sent a message to the Ministry of Magic, and they will send someone here soon."

"Well, before that." Kaisen said, stepping on Quirrell's chest, then reaching out to grab the creeper head on Quirrell's head and pulling it off with force.

"I deeply affirm your plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I'm going to show you something good."

He reached into Quirrell's pocket and took out the fake Philosopher's Stone 2.0 he had produced.

"Remember it? I made it for you..."

Dumbledore was also happy to satisfy Kaisen's bad taste when he saw this, and soon took out the fake Philosopher's Stone 1.0 hidden in the Mirror of Erised.

"Look, both are fake. This is the result of your trouble."

"Kaysen, you will die!" Quirrell gritted his teeth and growled.

"The fact is, I will still be alive in the future, and you will not live for a few days."

Soon, the Minister of Magic Fudge walked in from the school gate with two Aurors.

After arriving at the principal's office, the two Aurors acted as wooden, while Fudge smiled and nodded at Dumbledore and Kaisen in a friendly manner. It was completely impossible to tell that when he first met Kaisen, he wanted to lock him up in Azkaban for two months to calm him down.

"Face." Kaisen pouted a little bit.

Fudge's face was still full of smiles, as if he hadn't heard anything at all. He nodded to Dumbledore and pointed at Quirrell on the ground.

"I never thought that the professor who taught the young wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts for nearly a semester was actually a dark wizard. Dumbledore, how could you make such a low-level mistake?"

"Maybe you should really follow my advice and let the Ministry of Magic in Hogwarts..."

Fudge was interrupted by Dumbledore before he finished speaking: "This is not an ordinary dark wizard. Look at the face behind his head. That's Voldemort."

Fudge's naive face suddenly stiffened.

"What did you say, Dumbledore?"

"That's Voldemort."

"No... Dumbledore, you are really old and confused. The mysterious man is dead." Fudge shook his head frantically and said.