Chapter 89 The last straw that broke the camel's back
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Jing Shen Tian Si
Voldemort was silent for a while, then silently changed his face to that of Quirrell, using his limited life and physical strength to completely control the body.
He loosened his muscles, his joints rattled, and drew Quirrell's wand.
It was a nine-inch long alder stick with a core of unicorn feathers.
Although it is not very suitable for Lord Voldemort's identity, and it is not very handy to use, but at this time, it can only be used to make do with it.
Aaron also took advantage of this time to hide behind the two professors, joining Harry and the others.
"Aaron, I really appreciate you more and more.
Dumbledore would come back early is something I never expected. " Voldemort sneered, "But things are not at the end of the ropes for me.
As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone before he comes back, the upper limit of this body can at most allow me to reach the strength of a great magister.
Facing two professors is a bit difficult, but it may not be impossible. "
"Then go ahead.
As long as you can defeat the two professors at Hogwarts, we offer you the Philosopher's Stone. "
"I hope you will do what you say." Voldemort grinned, and launched an attack on his own initiative.
Although the physical condition is extremely poor and there is no one in strength, a thin camel is still a camel, and it is not inferior to one against two.
The green spell and the two crimson spells collided continuously, making deafening noises, and the broken pieces on the chessboard continued to spread around under the washing of the magic power.
Aaron watched with great interest this battle that at least only magisters could join.
It's not enough to learn from each other's strengths to make up for weaknesses. He is confident that he can reach this level in a short time. He just wants to increase his knowledge.
"Aaron." Harry was not in the mood to watch the battle, but said anxiously, "What nonsense were you talking about just now? How could you give the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort?"
"I said this for the sake of our safety. With Voldemort's arrogance, he probably wouldn't attack us before he got rid of the two professors, but we still have to be on the safe side.
Besides, if the two professors together can't beat him, we can't hold the Philosopher's Stone alone.
Either hand it over to save our lives, or he kills us and finds the Philosopher's Stone from our corpses.
One is no loss, no gain, and the other is no return, which one do you choose? "
"I'd rather die than give in," said Harry indignantly.
"Well said." Aaron gave a thumbs up, and then tapped his wand, and the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand flew to his hand.
Before Harry could react, he continued to speak: "I appreciate your courage very much, you can not take your own life seriously, you are not ordinary courage.
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.
He loosened his muscles, his joints rattled, and drew Quirrell's wand.
It was a nine-inch long alder stick with a core of unicorn feathers.
Although it is not very suitable for Lord Voldemort's identity, and it is not very handy to use, but at this time, it can only be used to make do with it.
Aaron also took advantage of this time to hide behind the two professors, joining Harry and the others.
"Aaron, I really appreciate you more and more.
Dumbledore would come back early is something I never expected. " Voldemort sneered, "But things are not at the end of the ropes for me.
As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone before he comes back, the upper limit of this body can at most allow me to reach the strength of a great magister.
Facing two professors is a bit difficult, but it may not be impossible. "
"Then go ahead.
As long as you can defeat the two professors at Hogwarts, we offer you the Philosopher's Stone. "
"I hope you will do what you say." Voldemort grinned, and launched an attack on his own initiative.
Although the physical condition is extremely poor and there is no one in strength, a thin camel is still a camel, and it is not inferior to one against two.
The green spell and the two crimson spells collided continuously, making deafening noises, and the broken pieces on the chessboard continued to spread around under the washing of the magic power.
Aaron watched with great interest this battle that at least only magisters could join.
It's not enough to learn from each other's strengths to make up for weaknesses. He is confident that he can reach this level in a short time. He just wants to increase his knowledge.
"Aaron." Harry was not in the mood to watch the battle, but said anxiously, "What nonsense were you talking about just now? How could you give the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort?"
"I said this for the sake of our safety. With Voldemort's arrogance, he probably wouldn't attack us before he got rid of the two professors, but we still have to be on the safe side.
Besides, if the two professors together can't beat him, we can't hold the Philosopher's Stone alone.
Either hand it over to save our lives, or he kills us and finds the Philosopher's Stone from our corpses.
One is no loss, no gain, and the other is no return, which one do you choose? "
"I'd rather die than give in," said Harry indignantly.
"Well said." Aaron gave a thumbs up, and then tapped his wand, and the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand flew to his hand.
Before Harry could react, he continued to speak: "I appreciate your courage very much, you can not take your own life seriously, you are not ordinary courage.
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.
