Chapter 31 Joining Forces with Snape (Please Vote and Read On)

Chapter 31 Joining forces with Snape (please vote and follow up~)

Voldemort and Quirrell shouted in a mingled cry.

This punch caused not only physical damage, but also soul damage.

Harry was keenly aware that Voldemort's aura was beginning to wane, and his magic power was intermittent and struggling to maintain.

Is this what Dumbledore expected?

Harry was decisive, slapped Voldemort's face, and firmly grasped the greasy back of his head: "You should wash your hair, Quirrell, it's really disgusting!"

Tsk-

The burning sound of the soldering iron lingered for a long time.

The scar also felt severe pain, and the scene of that night reappeared in my mind.

Clearer.

The man died generously, blocking a life-killing curse, while the woman begged, her red hair scattered, like withered willow branches in late autumn, sad, powerless, and lifeless.

He could hear Voldemort's breathing, his wild laughter, and the sound of "Avada Kedavra".

Voldemort wailed, unable to maintain his magic power anymore.

The black snake dissipated, and the vines binding Harry's sword hand also dissipated.

With his other hand freed, he thrust the sword back into the Sorting Hat, covering Voldemort's face with both hands.

His head hurt more and more.

Voldemort's wails became louder and louder.

"Idiot! Idiot!" He cursed. Suddenly, Harry felt the warmth in his palm gradually fade away, and the pain from the scar slowly dissipated.

The spell has failed?

He looked up.

A burst of black energy surged out of Quirrell's head and turned into a thick black smoke, pressing against Voldemort's ferocious and twisted face.

Soul body!

It was Voldemort who abandoned Quirrell's body.

Harry threw Quirrell away and slapped the floor - purple light lingered, the Seal of Arden.

Voldemort panicked: "What did you do to me?"

He felt that his spirit body had become dull and sensitive.

Harry slapped him away and let out a sneer - a stronger reaction, which made Voldemort wail in more pain, but it only brought him pain.

Harry drew his silver sword and was about to slash it, but missed.

Voldemort recited a spell, and the black smoke flew away quickly, reaching the end of the room in the blink of an eye——

"Dumbledore, stop him!" Harry shouted.

But no one took action.

He could only watch as the black smoke penetrated into the wall and disappeared.

In the house, Quirrell and Harry were half-dead, and there was still a lingering smell of evil magic.

Harry took out some fresh juice and applied it on the back of Quirrell's head. He didn't know if it would be useful, but it was the only solution he could come up with at the moment.

"Dumbledore, why don't you come out?" Harry shouted louder, "Quirrell is going to die!"

After a while.

Beside the mirror, the figure of an old wizard appeared. He looked at Harry, a little surprised: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Why didn't you stop Voldemort?" Harry spat and glared at him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "He is in a very bad condition now. Let him remain in this state of a remnant soul. If we kill him and resurrect him in another place and become stronger than he is now... that will be terrible." "

"You might try to kill him completely." Harry smeared two layers of white blood on the back of Quirrell's head.

Dumbledore shook his head again: "No, I can't."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "The most powerful white wizard actually said that he couldn't kill a dark wizard who is no match for me?"

"Professor Snape didn't put the bezoar into my brain, but into yours?"

"The prophecy said that only you can kill him." Dumbledore answered seriously.

Harry frowned and asked, "Are you so superstitious about prophecies?"

Dumbledore said nothing and looked back at the Mirror of Erised, allowing Harry to instantly capture a complex expression of nostalgia, emotion, and loss.

This look was all too familiar to him.

This was the expression Geralt had when he mentioned Triss to him in Kaer Morhen.

"It seems that you have a past with a certain prophet?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore was a little helpless: "Harry, just spare me."

"Severus has come to scold me more than once for your acumen - he thought I was the one who told you those things."

"If you also dig up my past, I don't have anyone as good as me to vent to."

Harry nodded: "It seems she is still alive, but for some reason, you can't meet again."

Dumbledore's expression froze: "Let's change the topic."

Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, raised the Sword of Gryffindor in his other hand, and pointed it at Dumbledore: "Then let's settle the score."

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore wondered.

Harry played with the Sorcerer's Stone: "You don't trust me, Dumbledore."

"I have always believed in you." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You are testing me, or testing me." Harry stepped closer to Dumbledore, "Saving Quirrell is just an excuse. You don't care about his life or death at all. From just now to now, you haven't even looked at Quirrell. One glance.”

"Even when I was applying medicine to Quirrell, you were always staring at me."

Dumbledore did not retreat, and even took a step forward, approaching Harry: "He chose Voldemort on his own initiative, didn't he?"

"You used this excuse to reject my request." Harry ignored him and continued at his own pace, "Let me face Voldemort directly - it's not so much that you want to see the effect of the spell."

"Why don't you say, you want to know what kind of person I am?"

Harry paused and suddenly threw the Sorcerer's Stone, hitting Dumbledore on the head.

When it was almost close, it stopped suddenly and hovered in front of Dumbledore's head.

"You want to know if I also desire the Philosopher's Stone." Harry put the tip of his sword against Dumbledore's chest. "Am I a guy who pretends to be amiable, but is actually very ambitious?"

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, and took the red stone into his hand: "You are not amiable at all, your mouth is even worse than Severus's."

"This feeling is really annoying." Harry sneered, "It seems you are really used to treating others as fools."

"The arrangements started when I was about to enter school?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Why do you say that?"

"Voldemort may have been severely injured and became a fool, but I have not." Harry shook his head, "Everything is so logical."

"If I didn't notice so many things, I'd break it off with you."

"Maybe... I will learn about the theft of the treasury and the Philosopher's Stone from Hagrid."

"Perhaps, even if I don't ask you for my parents' inheritance, you will give me the invisibility cloak, and then arrange for me to run to Lu Wei's room and give me hints to make me guess that the magic stone is stored here?"

"Then I found out that Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and he went to you and Professor McGonagall. They would all use various reasons to persuade me to give up the idea - so I had to think that only I could stop it. Quirrell's thoughts."

"You are very sharp, but do you think too much?" Dumbledore smiled slightly.

Harry's face was expressionless: "Then can you explain..."

"Why a devil's trap?"

"I don't think Professor Sprout can get the dragon's claw vine or the thorn tree. I've seen them in the Forbidden Forest."

"Why did you put the antidote and hints on the table in the last room?"

"It must have taken a lot of effort to convince Professor Snape to do such a thing."

"Not to mention me, Hermione, Ron, or other outstanding first-year wizards can pass these assessments, a unique final exam?"

Dumbledore nodded: "You are very smart and calm, but can you please take off the sword first? It makes me uncomfortable."

Harry sneered, but there was no movement.

"I think I can explain it." Dumbledore spread his hands, "After all, you are the Boy Who Lived, the savior of the wizarding world, and you are very talented..."

"I'm worried that you will go astray. After all, the last person I failed to see through his true nature caused a catastrophe."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded and was about to say something else.

The black flames at the door dispersed.

The man in black robe hurriedly walked in and caught a glimpse of the scene in the room. He was stunned for a moment and stopped at the door: "Potter!"

"And Dumbledore!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Miss Granger told me that if you want to stop the Dark Lord, you still have to make an agreement with Dumbledore!"

Harry replied: "I stopped him, but Dumbledore didn't make a move and let him run away."

"Dumbledore!" Snape gritted his teeth, spit out a few syllables through the cracks, and held the wand in his hand tighter, "Has your brain turned to molasses?"

"How did you let him into Hogwarts?"

Harry reminded: "He has been possessing Quirrell's head. Dumbledore didn't tell you?"

"Aha." Snape sneered, "Potter, it seems that our dear Principal Dumbledore has mistaken me for you, a reckless wizard who only knows how to wield a sword."

"Oh, Severus, listen to me..." Dumbledore waved his hand.

Harry interrupted: "I think we need to teach Principal Dumbledore a lesson."

"You finally made a fairly sensible suggestion." Snape said with a cold face, "I'm very pleased that this period of time has finally had some effect on your education."

He waved his magic wand: "The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Harry exerted force on his feet and stabbed hard with the sword against his chest.

There was a crash——

Dumbledore's figure turned into a ball of flame and dissipated. Harry's sword passed through it without hitting anything, and Snape's spell was in vain.

Let’s run to the Mirror of Erised together.

"Oh, wait, this mirror cannot be destroyed." Dumbledore appeared on the other side of the mirror, waved his wand, and the space seemed to be filled with sand. Harry froze, unable to move. Snape's spell Also stopped.

He walked over and patted the Mirror of Erised.

The mirror disappeared into thin air.

Another wave of the wand.

Harry was able to move again and staggered to a stop, the spell hitting the wall and leaving a deep scratch.

"Okay, let's continue now." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the two of them.

Harry clicked his tongue.

Snape put away his wand.

Professor McGonagall arrived in a panic, followed by a group of jumping chess pieces: "Potter, how are you? Mr. Weasley told me..."

As soon as she entered the house.

Seeing Snape, Dumbledore, Harry, and Quirrell lying on the ground, they were a little confused.

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