Chapter 169 Number 12

No one can choose their origin.

Just like Harry, he never chose to be the savior.

Harry hoped that he would have a happy family. His parents loved him and he lived in a warm and sunny environment since he was a child.

But he had no choice.

Just like this time, he could have not entered the restricted area and not stopped Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone to revive the so-called master in his mouth.

But he couldn't do it.

He thought that if people really had to make a choice, he would not be able to ignore it and let the tragedy that swept the entire wizarding world come again.

Sometimes, he always felt that there was an invisible force pushing him, or that the idea in his heart was getting more and more firm, so he had to do it.

Harry opened his eyes in the severe pain from his forehead, and struggled to grab Quirrell with his hand to prevent him from getting close to the Philosopher's Stone on the edge of his pocket.

At the same time, he stretched out his other hand, took out the Philosopher's Stone, and threw it to Lin Xia!

This was his subconscious reaction. Compared with Mikel, who was not far behind him, he believed in Lin Xia more.

Harry shouted, "Take the Philosopher's Stone and leave, Lin Xia, you guys go!"

After shouting this, Harry felt his throat become extremely hoarse, as if he couldn't say anything, even the strength.

His hands fell down weakly, and he could no longer stop Quirrell.

Harry tried not to look at Quirrell's current appearance. He kept shouting in pain, as if he had suffered some torture. His hands had melted completely, and he had no hands at all!

The shocking change on the field happened in such a moment, and no one could react.

Lin Xia saw the Philosopher's Stone on the ground and was about to move forward, but suddenly noticed that Mikkel behind Harry was also staring at the Philosopher's Stone.

A faint light flashed in Lin Xia's eyes, and she did not pick up the Philosopher's Stone, but quietly took out a seemingly ordinary wooden bow from the ring.

The subtle magic power flowed out along her body, and the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Yang Secret Records Furnace" operated silently, and a golden arrow that was completely gathered by magic power appeared in Lin Xia's palm.

She slowly pulled the wooden bow and aimed at the Philosopher's Stone on the ground.

Lin Xia didn't know how to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, but she knew that everything was interdependent. Since the Philosopher's Stone could bring such a powerful "immortality" effect, it must have an extremely fatal weakness.

Lin Xia had a hunch that such a powerful Philosopher's Stone could be easily destroyed.

Mikel came back to his senses from his desire for the Philosopher's Stone, and suddenly noticed that Lin Xia had pulled the bow, and hurried over to pick up the Philosopher's Stone.

"No, don't aim the bow and arrow at the Philosopher's Stone, no no no, please, don't do this, it's too fragile, it's the only Philosopher's Stone in the world.

If it is damaged, even Nicolas Flamel may not be able to make another one..."

Lin Xia didn't listen to what Mikel said, she just slowly pulled the bow and stringed it.

Draco stood beside Lin Xia, looking at Mikel defensively, with his wand pointed at him.

"What about you, Mikkel, what do you want to do? Why are you close to the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want to get it?"

Mikkel shook his head: "No, I don't want to. Hey, man, let's all relax a little, okay? Let's put away the Philosopher's Stone first and then hand it over to Dumbledore.

Look, Harry is unconscious, and Professor Quirrell has no fighting power. It's all over."

Is it all over?

Lin Xia seemed to be pulling the bow with a focused expression, but in fact he was always observing Quirrell who was lying on the ground and wailing.

Quirrel looked very painful. His arms were melted away, but the blood did not flow out. The wound on the broken arm was directly burned into a scar that blocked the blood.

He fell to the ground and kept turning over and over, so that everyone could see the head behind him.

Voldemort had closed his eyes and looked very painful.

The two shared a body. Quirrell was not feeling well, and Voldemort would not feel well either.

But is it really over like this?

The golden hypnotic pocket watch in Lin Xia's arms suddenly turned slightly, and the slender pointer returned to the number "12".

Before that, when Lin Xia entered the room, the pocket watch had already been turning silently.

It started from "12", turned to "1", then "2", "3"... and went back to the origin of "12".

[Golden pocket watch hypnosis successful]

Quirrell, who was wailing on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and Voldemort on his head behind him also opened his slender, snake-like eyes.

"Philosopher's Stone, hehe." His shrill and gloomy voice sounded, "If I can't get it, you can't get it!"

An invisible magic power suddenly emerged, and the Philosopher's Stone on the ground suddenly floated up, and Lin Xia was stunned.

At this moment, another magic power appeared, which was far more powerful than Voldemort's. It had a kind of all-embracing power, and collided with the power Voldemort exerted on the Philosopher's Stone.

But Voldemort's magic power was far more cunning than imagined.

It seemed that only one strand of magic power was separated, but in fact there were two strands of magic power.

A strand of magic power collided with the powerful magic power, while another strand of magic power bombarded the magic stone!

"Copy spell!"

Many magic stones appeared like heavy rain from the sky, one, two, three, four...

At this time, the wooden bow in Lin Xia's hand was also fully charged, and he had to fire!

Swoosh——

A shriek cut through the sky and quickly hit the pile of magic stones, leaving a deep dent on the ground.

At the same time, hundreds of magic stones were affected by the frontal impact and the side shock wave, some were shattered, some were cracked...

However, Lin Xia's bow and arrow could not stop the effect of the magic power on the magic stone. It was just cleaned up, and the magic stones continued to increase in number, and soon became a full pile.

Dumbledore appeared in front of Lin Xia and others, staring at Quirrell in front of him, and gently waved his wand, and a powerful witchcraft fell on Voldemort.

Lin Xia didn't know the name of this witchcraft, but he could feel Voldemort's pain. He roared, his voice was hoarse, but he could still let everyone hear his voice-

"Dumbledore, you can't stop me, you can't stop me..."

The next second, Quirrell's body twitched a few times and died completely, and Voldemort also closed his eyes.

At the same time, the Philosopher's Stone in the room was swept up by a magical force, and suddenly scattered towards the window and broke out of the window.

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Bang, bang, bang!

Pieces of Philosopher's Stone were shattered, but unfortunately, some of the Philosopher's Stone still left through the window.

Lin Xia looked out and found that the Philosopher's Stone flew towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Okay, little wizards, thank you for your help. I guess you are a little tired. Why don't you take a nap."

Lin Xia looked up and could only see Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, and her consciousness fell into darkness.

There was an unnoticed click, and the golden pocket watch in her arms turned silently again, returning to the number "12".