Chapter 30 Meeting (Additional Chapters After 100-Point Investment, Please Vote)

Chapter 30 Meeting (more updates if you invest over 100 yuan, please vote~)

The footprints at the door became lighter and some dust settled.

At least two hours.

There was some soft music in the room. He stuck his head in and looked around carefully - a harp on the ground was playing by itself, accompanied by the sound of a sleeping three-headed dog lying on his stomach.

On top of it, a trap door opened, revealing a path leading underground.

Apart from the two of them, there is no other magical aura.

He drew his sword and walked inside.

When he arrived at the trap door, he did not jump down in a hurry, but bent down to look. Even in the dark, his field of vision was still unobstructed - the vines and dark blue tentacle-like roots were the devil's net.

There are no other plants under the devil's net.

This is just for... buffering?

He jumped with confidence, and the devil's net immediately entangled him.

With a wave of his hand, he used the Igni Seal, and sparks flew - the vines immediately receded, dropping Harry and hitting the ground less than one meter away.

Moving forward, dense and tiny magical auras fluttered their wings and buzzed in the air.

Harry could see clearly that they were keys, and next to the locked door leading to the next room was a broom. It was obvious how to pass this level.

He is very good at flying.

But he was not in the mood to play flying games at this time.

He walked to the door and waved his wand: "Open the Alaho Hole!"

Nothing happened, a counter-spell was cast above.

"The door is open!" Harry chanted another spell.

There was a bang, and the door lock exploded, black smoke billowing out. Harry reached out and pulled, but the door still didn't move.

The counter-curse is really perfect.

Harry clicked his tongue and put his hand on the door - "Alder!"

The seal struck, clicked several times, and cracks appeared. Harry raised his foot and kicked again, and the wooden boards flew around - isn't this much faster than riding a broom?

The third room is extremely beautiful.

A huge chessboard with pieces almost as tall as him.

Harry had a headache. Playing cards...he was very good at it, but he was a little reluctant to play chess. He walked around the chessboard and reached the door. He stretched out his hand and pulled, but the door could not be opened.

He planned to use the method just now, but then he used the Alder Seal.

Violating the rules of what to do, the magic in the room surged violently.

Click click click——

The chess pieces came to life, they swayed, and they rushed towards Harry with knives or guns in their hands.

Looks like we have to fight!

Harry raised his hand and put a layer of Quen shield on himself. He jumped and rolled, walked around to another place, swung his silver sword, and cut off the bishop's head with one sword.

These are just rigid deformed constructs.

Some trouble, but nothing major.

In less than ten minutes, the floor was covered with broken chess pieces and fragments.

Harry didn't have a single scratch on his body, and he didn't even break a sweat.

In the room, magic continued to surge, and the pieces of the chess pieces squirmed and gathered together. They had a self-repair mechanism, and in half an hour at most, they would return to the appearance that Harry saw at the beginning.

He blasted open the door and entered the next room.

A stench hit his face. There was a troll corpse lying in the middle of the room. Harry went over to check it. The corpse was still warm and it had been dead for no more than an hour.

There are no wounds.

Traces of the Death Curse...

Cut off the troll's beard, stuff it into the Sorting Hat's hat, and rush to the next room while the Sorting Hat complained.

A table with seven bottles of potions of different shapes on it.

There was still a powerful magic power lingering around the house. The moment he completely stepped into the house, it was activated, and the surrounding walls and two doors were wrapped in black flames.

Not Li Huo.

It doesn't have that strong curse aura, but it's very scorching, and the introverted temperature is surprisingly high. You can't just put on a shield and rush through it without thinking.

Harry walked to the table. In addition to the potions, there was also a piece of paper with a logical reasoning question written in scrawled handwriting. It was obviously Snape's handwriting.

He likes to use this kind of method that a fool can't do and a smart person has to put a lot of effort into it. Then he looks at the distressed look of others and coldly mocks him with "a brain like a troll."

Witchers most often use sigils and swords to solve problems.

This does not mean that they have no brains, but it is more convenient - sometimes one has a brain, but it does not mean that others must also have a brain.

Quickly, he picked out the correct potion, drank it, and walked through the flames to the next and final room.

The furnishings here are even simpler.

It was empty except for a gorgeous full-length mirror, and his target was standing in front of the mirror, looking at it greedily, with a happy red light on his face.

He was intoxicated in his imaginary dreamland.

"Idiot! Someone has come in!" A hoarse voice sounded, scolding him anxiously.

Quirrell turned his head sharply, but saw nothing.

"Invisibility cloak, it's Potter!" The hoarse voice sounded sharply again.

Quirrell waved his wand: "Hurricane sweep!"

Harry took the initiative to pull off his cloak and stuff it back into his hat.

Quirrell said in a long tone: "Potter, I thought it would be someone else, such as Snape. He is always hindering me."

"We meet again." Harry nodded to him, "It seems that you are recovering well. Is your waist healed?"

Quirrell's face immediately turned ugly: "You are really sharp-tongued. I always see you in places where I shouldn't see you. Is Dumbledore's back-up plan a bastard?"

"A first-year wizard? You look down on me so much..."

"Maybe I won't even come." Harry shrugged, "It seems like you haven't found the Philosopher's Stone yet? It's been a long time."

"Potter!" Quirrell raised his wand with trembling hands, "Maybe you didn't suffer enough that night?"

Harry sneered: "The person who was stabbed in the waist by me has no right to say such a thing."

He was about to cast a spell when a hoarse voice sounded: "Let me see him."

Quirrell's face became panicked: "No, Master, you haven't recovered yet..."

"Hurry up." The hoarse voice sounded again, "I'm not that weak yet."

Quirrell raised his hands tremblingly and untied the smelly turban that had been wrapped around his head. As the turban fell to the ground, he turned around.

Bald head - Harry had seen so many wizards, the only one without hair.

There is a face on the back of the head, with no nose, only two narrow nostrils, and a pair of snake-like eyes: "Potter, we finally meet."

"Voldemort?" Harry tightened his grip on the sword and added a layer of Quen shield to himself, "You look really ugly."

"I finally know why you can detect my movements. It turns out... you have been staying in this place."

"Why are you so nervous?" Voldemort sneered, "You are the savior, the savior who defeated me, the supreme and great Dark Lord."

Having said this, he paused: "As a result, I am left with only shadow and steam, and have to share a body with my servant!"

Harry added in a weird tone: "You have to stay in a smelly turban all day long. No wonder you don't have a nose."

Quirrell shuddered, and Voldemort's face had almost no features, but it was still twisted ferociously: "Potter, we can talk."

"I can see that you are ambitious, even if you go to Gryffindor - look at how beautiful your eyes are. My Nagini also has such eyes."

"That's my most precious pet snake."

"We can cooperate and share the magic stone. That stone has magical powers and can resurrect the dead. Don't you want to resurrect your parents?"

His words were full of confusion.

"Some people say my eyes look like a cat, and some say my eyes look like a lion." Harry responded coldly, "Do you know what cats and lions have in common?"

Voldemort said nothing and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"You can catch snakes." Harry asked and answered.

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and walked to the mirror: "Do you know why Dumbledore left this mirror here?"

Harry said nothing.

Voldemort continued: "It is the Mirror of Erised, which can reflect people's inner desires and most essential desires."

"Do you know what I saw?"

"The Philosopher's Stone, I restored my body and became the all-powerful Dark Lord again."

"Don't you want to see what your desires are?"

Harry shook his head: "Thanks, but I'm not interested."

Voldemort waved his wand and the mirror flew in front of Harry. Even if he dodged, it still reflected him.

In the mirror, his reflection was retained. He blinked at him, took out a red stone from his pocket that did not belong to him and did not exist, and put it back into his pocket.

The shadow in the mirror affects reality.

Harry felt his pocket drop, and something heavy fell into it—no doubt it was the Philosopher's Stone.

This made his face darken.

Voldemort was overjoyed: "It's true. Dumbledore tricked me again, but he made a mistake after all. Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

He waved his wand without even speaking a spell.

From under his robe, a large number of black and green snakes crawled out and headed towards Harry.

Igni!

Harry used the seal, and the flames surged, swallowing up the black snake. He waved his wand again, and blue flames surged up. It was not lethal, but at least... it could cover some sight.

It's not the snake that's dangerous.

The moment Harry moved, the direction in which he was running, a snake grunted and changed, forming a wall. This way is blocked, so take another one. His center of gravity deflected - and at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort recited a spell, and the Death Curse hit the direction where Harry was most likely to retreat - there are many dark wizards who can cast the Death Curse, but the reason why Voldemort can become the Dark Lord is because... he can guarantee that every one of them will The death curse can hit as many people as possible.

Harry thrust his sword into the ground and used the force to push, barely able to dodge.

Alder's seal and smashed it against the wall.

The magic power shattered and scattered in all directions.

Fortunately, this was not the Forbidden Forest, but a small room. Harry moved around and quickly got closer. He swung his sword and was about to hit Quirrell in the middle.

Whoosh——

Two quick sounds.

Voldemort looked playfully at Harry, who was very close to him, and pointed his wand at him: "It's useless. I know you know how to use a sword, so I've been prepared for it."

"Goodbye, Potter."

"Ava——"

Before he finished speaking, Harry clenched his fist with his other hand and swung it at Voldemort: "Really? Did you ever think that I could still use my fist?"

Tsk-

The skin on the back of his head made a sharp explosion, like a burn, and a bunch of blisters appeared.

Harry's scar also ached sharply.

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pinch the waist, a little slow, sorry