Chapter 100 Les: That’s a crystal made by Ravenclaw himself
"Did the flames behind the door flicker just now?" Harry narrowed his eyes and asked with some uncertainty.
Embarrassingly, Daphne ignored him at all.
The preparation of the fireproof potion has reached the most critical moment. If there are any distracting thoughts in Daphne's mind about making the potion, it is why she didn't block Harry's mouth before starting to prepare the potion?
"Okay, maybe I'm dazzled."
"Sigh, I don't know what the next level will be - do you think the fireproof potion can really cross that fire wall?"
"How long will it take to get it ready?"
"..."
Finally, Daphne's fireproof potion was successfully prepared.
"Awesome! That's great!" Harry said the words of praise without hesitation.
Daphne narrowed her eyes and showed a sweet smile: "This is nothing. But classmate Potter, I have something to tell you."
"You said it." Faced with Daphne who had prepared fire-proof potion, Harry wished he could replace the portrait of the Virgin in the Devon church with a picture of Daphne. Harry absolutely complied with Daphne's request.
"Next time when I'm mixing the potion, if you talk too much, even just one word, I will cut off your tongue first to make a primer for the potion."
Harry:…
"Okay, drink the potion." Daphne divided the potion into two small bottles and handed one to Harry.
The two of them drank the fire-proof potion together and shuddered.
The potion is like ice water. After drinking it, you feel like you are going out wearing only pajamas in the cold winter wind. When the two passed through the fire door, the black flames brought them a touch of warmth. Crossing the black flames, the two successfully entered the last room.
A person who made Harry's pupils tremble was standing in that room.
"Professor Quirrell, you?!" Harry gasped in shock.
Daphne slapped her face fiercely: "Now you can finally believe in Professor Snape's innocence!"
Quirrell smiled, his face no longer twitching now, his speech no longer stuttering.
"I want to thank Snape. He was like a huge target, attracting everyone's attention and allowing me to execute this great plan smoothly." Quirrell looked extremely proud.
He thought he had hid it from everyone, including the great Dumbledore.
"Miss Greengrass, I received a lot of care from your father in school. For his sake, you can go back. This place has nothing to do with you. I swear on the Black Lake that you will return safe and sound. In the castle." After taunting Harry, Quirrell turned to Daphne and said he could let her go.
Quirrell's generosity has nothing to do with Daphne's father. It was purely because Daphne left a deep impression on Quirrell that night. This time he decided to outwit her.
Quirrell had already planned to kill her with the Death Curse when she turned around.
The girl seemed to be frightened, and she nodded numbly. Seeing that she had fallen into the trap, Quirrell was overjoyed, but before this joy could take over his mind, a terrifyingly powerful spell hit him.
If Voldemort hadn't directly taken over Quirrell's body, Daphne would have succeeded by now.
"Seeking death!" Quirrell was furious when he was almost cut in two. He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but found that he had completely lost control of his body.
Voldemort finally stopped hiding it. After today, Quirrell's body would be abandoned by him like disposable tableware in a restaurant.
The kerchief on Quirrell's head spread out in circles. During this period, Daphne took advantage of Quirrell's vision being blocked and launched attacks again and again, but he was able to resolve them easily - translucent shields appeared just right. Bounce all of Daphne's attacking magic in its path.
With his eyes covered by a turban, Quirrell's vision seemed to be getting better.
When the last layer of the scarf was removed, both Daphne and Harry were stunned: there was an extremely hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head. The face was as pale as chalk, and under the red eyes were two slender nostrils like snakes.
It is simply the embodiment of the word "evil".
"Excellent child, put down your wand and I will forgive your sins." The face spoke to Daphne in a whispering voice.
"A child of the Greengrass family? It's really rare. Pure blood. The blood of wizards should not be wasted... Surrender to me, and I will give you glory that you can't even dream of."
Daphne felt her stomach churn, and the look those eyes looked at her made her sick.
She responded with wind blades, fireballs, and ice cones, but these attacks couldn't even make the monster take even half a step back. Daphne felt hopeless for the first time since she entered school - she had never been so desperate since she was almost eaten by a troll.
"What a pity..." Voldemort shook his head, no longer hiding the coldness in his eyes.
The hood that was taken off moved like a snake and swam towards Daphne.
Seeing Daphne in danger, Harry was anxious and wanted to do something, but Voldemort just conjured a rope and tied him up.
He didn't even bother talking nonsense to Harry.
Voldemort only felt humiliated and funny: How could he lose to such a guy? He couldn't figure it out even if he tried hard.
Daphne flew directly into the air, trying to avoid Voldemort's attack.
"Oh?" Voldemort was even more surprised now. He didn't expect that this little girl from the Greengrass family actually mastered the magic of flying.
He casually cast a few spells at Daphne. Seeing her evading his attacks in a panic, it felt like a cat playing with a caught mouse.
There was only one thought left in Daphne's mind: she really wanted to put a spell on that disgusting face, even just once!
While dodging, she saw herself in the mirror - her hair was messy and her face was pale, like a lost dog.
A thought came to Daphne's mind: There is actually a mirror here? She hadn't noticed it at all before.
At this time, she saw herself in the mirror putting her hand into her pocket and taking out a crystal ball. Then she winked at herself and put the crystal ball back into her pocket. Then, Daphne felt something heavy fall into the inner pocket of her robe.
She put her hand in, and sure enough, the crystal ball was already in her pocket.
A purple spell flew past her body and almost hit her. Voldemort on the ground let out a heart-wrenching laugh: "Pay attention, don't be distracted!"
Daphne ignored him, she took out the crystal ball, looked down and found a skeleton "horse" pacing in a forest.
A flash of understanding arose in her heart, and the next second, she slammed the crystal ball to the ground, and it shattered.
Lester, who had been observing secretly, suddenly became blinded: That was made by Rowena Ravenclaw himself, and it is the only one in the world!
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