Chapter 212: The Battle Ends and Obtaining the Philosopher's Stone

Yang Tian stared at the rapidly approaching black fog without any reaction, as if he was frightened. Even the little wizard not far away screamed and ran towards Yang Tian desperately.

But at this moment, Yang Tian spoke: "Alas, why don't you listen to my advice?"

After saying that, a blue talisman hidden in his palm shot out and flew straight towards the black fog that was nearby.

The moment the two collided, it was like Mars colliding with the Earth. Huge amounts of energy exploded in all directions, blowing the friends all over the place, and even Yang Tian was forced to take several steps back.

It was also at this moment that the blue talisman emitted endless suction force, and the black mist was quickly sucked into the talisman at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Voldemort was completely panicked. He struggled madly to retreat. Unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of it. He desperately begged for mercy: "What is this little piece of paper? Take it away and let me go. I can..."

However, it was all in vain. Before Voldemort could finish his words, all the black mist was sucked into the blue talisman.

Looking at the talisman in his hand, Yang Tian smiled brightly: "Now you know how powerful the soul-binding talisman is, right? When it comes to catching ghosts, China has a long history! You stay in there first. When I have time, I will definitely let you out and give you a thorough trial."

I don't know if Voldemort in the talisman heard Yang Tian's words, the soul-binding talisman flipped violently a few times. After that, it completely returned to calm...

All the friends cheered loudly, and then they looked at Yang Tian with shock and admiration! Eight people, holding a full set of talismans, struggled to withstand Voldemort's crazy attack. And this boy, relying on a magic wand and a few limited talismans, was able to injure the opponent several times. In the end, he even defeated and imprisoned the opponent with the magical talisman. Is it really that bad?

"Okay, let's cast a stunning spell on Professor Quirrell first, so that he won't do anything desperate after he wakes up." Yang Tian took the lead in making arrangements.

Seeing that Hermione had already started, Yang Tian said seriously: "Everyone performed very well this time. It's your first time to participate in a battle, and you are facing a top wizard like Voldemort. It's rare for you to have such a performance. I know what everyone is thinking, but to be honest, I was not as good as you when I first participated in a battle! Oh, of course, although I was only five years old at that time..."

"Tsk, I thought it was a comfort, but it turned out to be the sharpest knife." Penelope said dissatisfiedly: "It seems that we have to order more Chinese food this month, otherwise it will not heal the wounds we have suffered."

After opening his heart to his friends, Yang Tianping occasionally talked about his experiences when he was young. So, everyone naturally knew what he was talking about. But isn't it rude to compare a five-year-old child who hasn't learned magic yet with us, the elites of Hogwarts?

As a result, calls for Yang Tian to have more food came one after another...

"Wait, have we overlooked something?" Zhang Qiu finally stepped forward to help: "Why are we here? Isn't there a magic stone?"

"Oh yeah, where's the Philosopher's Stone?"

"It should be in this mirror, right? When we came in, Quirrell was studying it intently."

"I feel the same way. I don't believe that Quirrell, who is so careful, would not search the entire room carefully after entering the house."

......

As expected, Zhang Qiu's rescue was successful. Friends joined in the discussion about the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone...

But at this moment, "Hi, Hermione, what are you doing?" Padma patted Hermione on the shoulder and asked.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Hermione staring at the mirror with a fascinated look on her face, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"Can this mirror see the future?" Hermione, who was awakened, said excitedly: "I actually saw that I have finished reading all the books! All the fields of magic have been conquered by me!" In fact, she didn't say another sentence. In the mirror, she also saw that she had finally surpassed Yang Tian in all subjects. This was the reason for her fascination.

The friends were very excited when they heard this, and they looked at the mirror eager to try it out.

"Okay, guys, this isn't a mirror that can foresee the future. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Mirror of Erised." Yang Tian explained helplessly, "See the words on it? 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi', which means 'I show you not your face, but your desire' when turned around."

"Okay." The wise friends immediately lost interest after hearing this, and the process of finding the Philosopher's Stone came to a complete standstill.

Seeing that everyone was at a loss, Yang Tian, ​​who was familiar with the original story, did not want to waste any more time. He immediately called out, "Neville, come with me."

Bringing Neville to the Mirror of Erised, Yang Tian continued, "Neville, you try. I think you should be able to find the Philosopher's Stone."

"But why me?" Neville asked puzzledly, looking at so many friends around him.

"Because you are the best candidate, and I trust you." Yang Tian replied.

"Then what should I do?" Without too many words, Neville accepted this statement because that was what Yang Tian said.

"I don't know either, but I believe you can. Everyone is waiting for you, and we all hope that you can find the Philosopher's Stone. Then, we will bring the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore together and report to him everything that happened today." Although he said he didn't know, Yang Tian still guided him step by step.

Neville slowly approached the Mirror of Erised, only to see that his parents in the mirror had recovered. They and his grandmother were happily preparing for dinner, while his friends were sitting around chatting and waiting...

Without a doubt, this was the scene he longed for the most. He really wanted to watch it for a while longer and see his parents' sober and happy smiles...

But at this moment, Yang Tian patted his shoulder and said, "When we become stronger, we should be able to heal them."

"Is it really possible?" Neville suddenly woke up and asked in surprise.

"Why not? Magic is magical. As long as we keep learning and working hard, we will always succeed. This is much better than being obsessed with the mirror world." Yang Tian pressed Neville's shoulder hard and said, "Besides, I am sure I can cure them, but it may take some time."

This was certainly not Yang Tian's perfunctory response. With the intelligent computer in hand, he had already thought about it. If the situation allowed, he would analyze the condition of Neville's parents. He had full confidence in the intelligent computer.

"Of course, of course, I believe in you, Yang Tian, ​​you have never let me down!" Neville shed tears again...

After calming down, Neville finally looked at the Mirror of Erised again, muttering, "Where is the Philosopher's Stone? I must, must find it..."

Suddenly, Neville's pupils suddenly dilated, because he saw that the picture in the mirror was no longer that happy and warm picture, and now there was only himself in the mirror. Moreover, the self in the mirror was smiling at him outside the mirror.

At the same time, the self in the mirror reached into his trouser pocket, took out a blood-red stone, winked at Neville outside the mirror, and then put the stone back into his pocket...

At this moment, Neville outside the mirror suddenly felt his trouser pocket sink, as if something had really fallen into it.

Neville touched it in shock, and took out the Philosopher's Stone in disbelief. He actually got it!

"Okay, guys, we've won a great victory, let's retreat!" All the set goals were successfully completed, and Yang Tian laughed loudly. Inspired by him, all the friends left in triumph, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, as if they had won a battle...