Chapter 177 Blake: No, No, This Is The Dark Lord?

Blake admits he's a little confused.

It's not that good.

Only the man who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone, but does not make use of it.

Is it possible to get it in the magic mirror?

Blake thinks he doesn't really want to get the Philosopher's Stone......

To be honest, the current Blake really doesn't have much desire for the Philosopher's Stone.

Leaving aside this stuff, it is very likely that it will be inherited by Blake in the end.

Even Nicole Flamel chose to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone in the end.

Blake was also confident that he could forge a new one himself.

Since this is the highest achievement of alchemy.

Then he is open, there is no reason why his alchemy will be worse than that of Nicole Flamel in the future.

Since I can figure it out myself, why would I want to...

Hiss...wait.

Blake suddenly remembered that he had indeed had a flash of thought just now.

Thinking of getting the Philosopher's Stone in the future, and then studying whether it can be improved......

This seems to fit the bill just fine.

Want to get it, but don't take advantage of it...

So, this fake Philosopher's Stone came into Blake's hands.

This is called the plan can't keep up with the change.....

It's just that this is a bit troublesome, and it doesn't follow the script.

Wait, what if Harry can't get the Philosopher's Stone?

at this time. Things had progressed there to the point where Quirrell took off his scarf. Then pointed the back of his head at Harry.

It was clear that Voldemort wanted to talk to the boy who had made him miserable for more than a decade.

At this moment Harry, too, was terrified by Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head.

He had never seen a face so proving horrible.

The face was as pale as chalk. His red eyes were shining brightly. Below are two slender, snake-like nostrils.

"Harry Potter" Voldemort's whispering voice made Harry want to step back. But his legs didn't seem to be in control.

"Look what I've become!" Voldemort roared, "All that's left is shadows and steam! I only have form when I share a body with someone else.

"But... once I get the Philosopher's Stone, and the Elixir of Life. I'll be able to recreate a body of my own!"

"Okay.........Dumbledore's little trick, you must be able to solve it, can't you? Go, take out the Philosopher's Stone, and give it to me!"

Harry staggered back. How could he listen to Voldemort honestly? 09

"Don't be a fool! Better save your own life!"

"Take care of me. Otherwise, you will end up like your parents! Before they died, they begged me to spare their lives!"

Originally Harry was still terrified. But after hearing this sentence, a burst of anger suddenly burst out in my heart.

"Nonsense! Lies!" Harry said loudly, standing up.

"Hehe...how touching, I have always admired courage. Yes...I admit that your parents were very brave back then."

"Your father died in a head-on battle with me. And your mother... She doesn't need to die. I promised a loyal servant to spare her life.

"But...she will protect you with all her life! Well, hurry up and do what I say, don't let your mother die for you in vain!"

Voldemort couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone, and now he was very anxious.

He knew, if anyone could see Bullido's little trick. Harry Potter is the perfect candidate!

Not even Blake! Even Blake was hurt by Dumbledore's "curse".

So, when time is running out. Whether Harry Potter can get the Philosopher's Stone is very important!

Harry glared at Voldemort angrily. "Don't even think about it!"

After Harry finished speaking, he turned around and ran! He wanted to rush out of that fire door!

"catch him!"

Quirrell turned quickly and raised his wand. But it seems a bit late.

"Quick imprisonment!"

"Whoosh!"

Harry was bound into a rice dumpling by hemp rope. He fell and fell half a meter away from the fire door.

Harry rolled over violently and saw Blake holding his wand.

"Blake! Why?! I've always considered you a friend!"

Blake jokingly said: "No...you are not my friend, Harry Potter"

"With your current ability, do you think you are really worthy to be my friend?"

"Wake up, you are just a small stumbling block to my goal.

Harry glared at Blake hard, eyes about to burst into flames.

"Ding! Angry emotion detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

"You traitor! You betrayed Dumbledore!"

"Betrayal? Sorry, I never took an oath of allegiance to Dumbledore."

"But...but Dumbledore trusts you so much!"

"Ha, that just proves his stupidity!" Blake had a maniacal grin on his face. It made Harry feel incredible.

Uncle Vernon had insulted Dumbledore in the first place. My cousin Dudley was turned into a pig by Blake

How come now... Blake himself is the one insulting Dumbledore?

"Stop struggling, Harry Potter. Go, stand before the mirror, and help the great Dark Lord undo Dumbledore's little trick!"

"I........I don't believe.....I don't believe that you will become like this..."

Harry felt like he was going crazy. He could foresee betrayal from anyone. But the only one who didn't think Blake would betray!

"He restrains me and doesn't allow me to touch black magic...why? Why does he want to prevent me from becoming stronger?"

"The Dark Lord can give me this power, but Dumbledore can't. So, why can't I leave?"

Harry said desperately, "Is that what black magic attracts you?"

"Yes, so, you accept your fate. Be obedient and find the Philosopher's Stone!"

Blake waved his wand. Harry's whole body was pulled in front of the magic mirror.

Quirrell also hastily adjusted his standing position. So that the face on the back of his head was facing Harry.

Because of this, Jon's face was facing Blake near the door.

After Blake noticed this, he suddenly showed a smile

 …

Then he pretended to pull his clothes casually.

Then, the "Magic Stone" in the pocket accidentally revealed a little bit!

Blake's footsteps moved casually, too. And the direction of movement is exactly that fire gate!

Quirrell was still quietly waiting for his master to speak to Harry Potter.

Immediately noticed the Philosopher's Stone in Blake's pocket! There was a gleam in his eye!

When did Blake get the Philosopher's Stone? Why didn't he hand it over to the owner? What did he want to do?!

Voldemort was possessed by Quirrell. So none of Quirrell's little thoughts could escape Voldemort's prying eyes!

So, at the same time that Quirrell saw the Philosopher's Stone in Blake's pocket! Voldemort figured it out right away!

"Blake!"

Voldemort after seeing the Philosopher's Stone.

He never looked at Harry again.

The face on the back of the head suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared in front of Quirrell.

And instantly merged with Quirrell's original facial features!

Quirrell was terrified! He felt the wrath of his master deeply!

Moreover, it can be said that his master's seizure of control over his body this time is simply violence!

Blake stared blankly at Quirrell's contorted face.

"Ding! Angry emotion detected."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!"

"Oh... Great Dark Lord, why did you call me?"

"It's better to hurry up and get the Philosopher's Stone from Harry Potter.

Blake said, and took another step towards the door.

"Stop! Blake!"

At this moment, Quirrell, whose body was completely under the control of the ground, suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Blake.

Because of the old eight secret small burgers contributed by Blake before.

So Voldemort's current state is much better than in the original book!

Such a possession battle is nothing to worry about!

Voldemort sneered and said, "Where are you going with my Philosopher's Stone?"

"What are you talking about? Isn't the Philosopher's Stone still in the mirror?"

"How do you know that the Philosopher's Stone is in the mirror? Hehe, I've seen it all, so take it out.

Voldemort said: "As long as you take it out, I can spare you. And you won't be held accountable for this matter!"

Blake laughed suddenly, "Okay, okay...you saw through it."

He took out the red, crystal clear Philosopher's Stone from his pocket.

"Very well, bring it here and give it to me."

There was excitement in Voldemort's tone. He vowed that as long as he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would be resurrected successfully. Gotta kill Blake!

This kid actually turned his mind on himself? For the traitor, even though he may become a main card. Voldemort will never tolerate it either!

Blake chuckled, and then stood in front of Voldemort, who was gloomy-eyed.

He stuffed the Philosopher's Stone back into his pocket.

"Why should I give you the Philosopher's Stone I obtained by my own ability?"

Voldemort was furious!

But still barely control his emotions.

"You only need to give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I can be resurrected."

"When the time comes, no matter what powerful black magic it is, I will teach it to you.

"You know, I've always admired your magical talent."

"And... don't you want to know the secret of longevity?"

Blake laughed, "Do you think I don't know? I have already emptied your family."

"I have already learned all the black magic you know."

"Where else do you have any powerful dark arts to teach me?"

Voldemort suppressed his anger, "Even though you are no longer interested in my black magic, are you no longer interested in the secret of immortality?"

With a sneer on his face, Blake patted his pockets.

"What do you think I just put in my pocket?"

"I have the Philosopher's Stone, and the elixir of life can be easily obtained.

"Do you still need to learn about your so-called secrets of eternal life?"

"Is your brain suffocated by that big turban?"

Voldemort couldn't take it anymore.

He roared, "Blake! You want to die!"

"If you were in your prime, I would still be a little afraid of you. But if you look like a ghost now, would I be afraid of you?"

Blake continued to sneer mercilessly.

"Bastard!" Voldemort was nearly mad at Blake.

This bastard ran away with his entire family. Now, are you planning to take away your hope of resurrection?

This is to kick yourself away after using yourself!

It was always Voldemort who took advantage of others and then kicked them away.

When did Voldemort try to be used up and then get kicked?

no! never

nothing!

"Death! Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort shot out with hatred, the killing curse is powerful!

However, it's a pity that he used Quirrell's weak body...

Blake waved his wand and threw a small silver alchemy shield casually.

The Alchemy Shield hovered in front of Blake.

"clang!"

After the killing curse hit the small shield.

Only a small white dot was left on it.

Didn't even cause a decent explosion...

"That's it? Tom, are you tickling me?"

Tom heard a sound. Voldemort completely lost his mind!

No matter when, the name Tom is Voldemort's most hated minister!

"Blake! You think I can't kill you?!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Ding! Angry emotions detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a supreme treasure chest!"

Blake was overjoyed.

This is one of his goals tonight!

Otherwise why would he piss off Voldemort?

However, Blake did not take it lightly, and continued to follow Voldemort's Killing Curse with his small shield.

Although the Supreme Treasure Chest has arrived.

However, the opportunity is so good! How can a Supreme Treasure Chest be enough?!

So, Blake calmly resisted Voldemort's attack.

While prodding Voldemort with sarcasm.

"You can become the Dark Lord at this level? Then if I was born earlier, what would happen to you?"

"No way! No way! You? The Dark Lord? You can't even break my defense! That's it?"

"Try harder.....Did you not eat? Oh....Did you forget to eat that little hamburger I gave you?"

"Isn't it delicious? Don't 087 look at me like that."

"It does... have shit in it!"

"What's the matter! Adding shit doesn't affect the efficacy of the medicine, does it?"

"Hey! Missed..."

At this moment, Harry was sitting slumped on the ground, his whole body was numb.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on. Weren't these two people still accomplices just now? Why are they fighting now? And... Voldemort looks very aggressive.

But it can't even hurt the hem of Blake's clothes! Could it be that... Voldemort is actually just a crayon tip with a silver gun?

"Ahhh!" Voldemort was about to go mad with anger.

He thought that if he manipulated his own body. How could Blake play like this?

It's all because of Quirrell's bastard! The body is so weak! Quirrell's consciousness hides somewhere in his body, wanting to cry...

Voldemort was furious to the core. But Quirrell's health has been getting worse. If you can't take Blake anymore, you'll be exhausted soon!

Voldemort was ready to use the Fiercefire Curse desperately.

But also at this time. The non-stop system notification tone has finally ushered in the end.

"Ding! Angry emotions detected!"

"Ding! It is detected that the target's treasure chest drop has reached the upper limit today."

"Ding! This target will no longer drop any treasure chests today!"

So, Blake stopped pretending. He directly opened the dimension door and teleported to Harry's side. Just dodging a killing curse from Voldemort.

Voldemort saw magic that he had never seen before. Involuntarily froze for a moment. Just because of this, he was stunned for a moment, and he missed the best time to use the Fierce Fire Curse.

Blake jumped at the chance. Lift your leg up so that Harry's ass is the foot!

"Tom! Look at the hidden weapon!"

"bump!"

"ah!"

Harry's face contorted. It just hurts.

Whether it's the place where he was kicked or his own scar, the closer Voldemort gets to his scar, the more painful his forehead will be!

"bump!"

Voldemort, who couldn't dodge in time, was thrown to the ground by Harry flying over! And Harry's fluttering hand just happened to press the face of Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort!

"Stab!"

"ah!"

Cries of pain resounded throughout the room!

Just Quirrell's face. The place Harry touched seemed to be scalded! Blisters kept popping up! Harry was taken aback, but "Since touching Voldemort himself makes him uncomfortable.

Then... "Stab it!" Harry's hands were glued this time!

Although this kind of contact also made his headache almost split open, but he didn't let go!

Just when Harry was about to give up. He felt himself being ripped apart.

Harry barely looked up, and saw Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore! Quick! Philosopher's Stone! Blake...."

Harry looked at Blake, and was dumbfounded.

I saw Blake stuffing the Philosopher's Stone into his mouth and biting on it like candy.

"Well, strawberry..." Blake said.

"Huh?" Harry's eyes went dark, and he just passed by. . .