Chapter 225 The destroyed magic stone?

Voldemort seems to want to see Kyle being discovered by Dumbledore while making Horcruxes.

Or in his opinion, as long as Kyle dares to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he will definitely be discovered.

"You don't have to worry about that, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.

Voldemort's words cannot be fully believed. No one except himself knows whether the contents above are true or false. All I can say is that most of it should be true.

Before getting that copy of "Advanced Black Magic Revealed", it can still be used as a reference.

"You just said...professor?" Voldemort looked a little strange.

"After all, you taught me something..." Kyle said matter-of-factly: "No matter what, I should call you professor."

"Ha, what a stupid trick..."

Voldemort sneered: "Do you think I will let you go like this, you smart guy?

Enjoy every day of your life, I will come back one day. "

"I will find you. No matter how many Horcruxes you make, I will dig them out. You...can't escape!"

"Then you have to look hard, my dear professor." Kyle smiled.

At this time, the black flame that had been extinguished burned again, and it was obvious that someone had entered the room again.

"It came just in time."

Kyle took out another bottle of magic potion and held it in his hand, then turned out his invisibility cloak.

"Tell me... how did you do it..." Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "Knowing that it was me who was carrying Quirrell... I could still wait here in advance..."

"It's not difficult to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly: "Horcrux, unicorn blood, elixir of life... put these together, and the answer is already obvious."

"As for why I can come here in advance...then I have to thank Bella...ahem, Mr. Potter."

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Soon, the black magic fire suddenly swayed, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

Harry originally thought he would see Snape, or even Voldemort, but it turned out to be neither.

There was only one person in the room crawling on the floor...

There was also a familiar scarf scattered nearby, which belonged to Professor Quirrell.

"Professor?" Harry walked over cautiously, but after taking only two steps, he was horrified to find that there was a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Harry felt a chill in his back and subconsciously stepped back, wanting to return to the warmth of the castle.

But he stopped when he thought that Voldemort might get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone.

He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have passed out, and the face on the back of his head had its eyes closed tightly. Although its lips were still opening and closing slightly, as if it was saying something, there was no sound at all.

Although Harry was curious, he didn't dare to get close.

He stepped carefully around Quirrell.

Only then did he realize that there was something standing next to him, which was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.

"It turns out that Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here." Harry whispered.

Seeing this mirror again, Harry couldn't help but step forward and take a look.

"There is nothing around here, maybe the magic stone is hidden here..." He thought, and then came to the mirror.

There was no one else this time. He only saw himself in the mirror. His face was pale and frightened at first, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back into his pocket again.

Harry was confused. He didn't understand what he was doing in the mirror... Are you asking him for money?

"Dang Cang..."

But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.

However, Harry did not notice that when he said the three words "Philosopher's Stone", Quirrell behind him suddenly opened his eyes.

Just as he was looking at the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell had already stood up unsteadily.

"The Philosopher's Stone...haha...the Philosopher's Stone..." He lowered his head and murmured softly.

Harry was startled, turned around quickly, and hid the Sorcerer's Stone behind him.

"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"

However, Quirrell had no intention of snatching it. He started laughing and stretched out his hand.

"Go to hell...haha, go to hell!"

Dots of flames began to appear around him. In just a moment, these flames began to burn violently. They gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher. If this continues, it won't be long before the flames fill the entire room.

"Stop it!"

Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing any more fire.

Quirrell's arms began to have blisters, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he grabbed Harry with his backhand and tried to drag him into the flames.

"It's all because of you...because of you...let's die together..."

Harry felt that the scar on his forehead was in pain, and his head seemed to be split in two... His vision turned black... and all he could hear was Quirrell's scream of resentment.

Others shouted: "Potter! Potter!"

However, this may be an illusion in his mind.

Harry's consciousness became weaker and weaker, and he vaguely saw that the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and was quickly devoured by flames.

"No..." Harry murmured desperately, trying to free himself from Quirrell's arms.

Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.

The pain on his forehead lessened and Harry regained consciousness. Just as he was about to rush into the flames to find the Philosopher's Stone, he was stopped by a man.

"This is Li Huo, you will die!"

"Kyle, Kyle?" Harry looked at the visitor in surprise, "Why are you here!"

"No time to explain..." Kyle said with a frown.

He admitted that he had been careless.

He saw that Quirrell was awake, but he didn't stop him.

I originally thought that Quirrell was just having a flashback and got up to get a box lunch from Harry, but I didn't expect that he had become such a ghost and could actually cast the Fire Curse without a wand.

Life is so hard!

Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and the wand gradually lit up with orange light.

But before he was ready to take the next step, the fierce fire in the room suddenly disappeared.

"Looks like I came at the right time."

Dumbledore appeared at the door. He didn't even take his wand, he just moved his fingers and dispersed the fierce fire around him.

"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to think of something to say.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "We'll talk about this later, Harry, you need to rest now."

As he spoke, his blue eyes kept looking at Kyle, seemingly surprised.