Chapter 866 Alarm

The fifth level is Snape's potion logic level. The logic of wizards is a bit problematic, so Snape believes that this level can effectively prevent wizards from having ambitions for the Philosopher's Stone.

Only by taking the right potion can you pass through the fire wall. There are wine, fireproof powder and poison in the seven bottles of different sizes. However, Voldemort obviously has no interest in wasting time, so he directly passes through the fire wall.

"What should we do?" Harry looked at Duran. He can't solve any logic problems. It's too complicated.

Duran picked up the second bottle and handed it to Harry: "This is the medicine to pass through the fire wall."

Harry was a little confused because Duran took it too decisively. He didn't understand the question now. What is the leftmost one is poison, and the largest and smallest bottles must be safe. What and what.

"Drink it, don't you want to stop Voldemort?" Duran's words made Harry determined. He believed that Duran would not harm him.

After drinking the potion, he didn't feel anything. The final experience was the courage to cross the fire wall. Go, Harry crashed into the flames without looking back, showing the courage of the Gryffindor lion.

The last magic mirror can reflect the most desired thoughts of the person looking in the mirror. At this time, in front of the huge wooden mirror was a person Harry had never expected, not Snape, but Quirrell, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the timid man who always smelled of garlic.

"Why is it you?" Harry and his friends were sure that it was Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort's lackey Snape.

"Harry Potter!" Quirrell's tone was full of disgust, as if he saw the most disgusting cockroach.

Harry held the wand in his hand, cautiously. In fact, he didn't know any attack spells, but just thought it was safer to hold the wand.

Suddenly Quirrell's expression changed, from contempt to humility, talking to himself, Harry was confused, is this Quirrell sick?

After a while, Quirrell seemed to have received instructions, suddenly became serious, took a few steps forward and carried Harry to the front of the magic mirror: "Hurry up and find the Philosopher's Stone."

He hasn't found the Philosopher's Stone yet? At this time, Harry did not have any offensive spells, so he was brought to the magic mirror without resistance, and he saw his parents again. Harry had seen this magic mirror in a room before, but it was later moved away by Dumbledore.

"Did you see the Philosopher's Stone?" Quirrell asked fiercely.

Harry only saw his parents standing on both sides of him, so he shook his head.

Quirrell was obviously impatient, he couldn't stand Harry's stupid head.

"Let me talk to him." Harry heard the third voice, not himself or Rocky, but another gloomy and scary man, and at the same time, the scar on his forehead was burning like fire.

"But Master, you are very weak now..." Quirrell said humbly.

"Don't resist me, Quirrell." The heavier tone made Quirrell dare not disobey. He took off the long turban on his head and turned around. There was actually a face on the back of his head.

Harry was startled. The monsters in horror stories are just like this. The face at the back of his head spoke: "Harry Potter."

Harry knew who he was immediately. He was Voldemort. He subconsciously grabbed his trouser pockets, because when he looked in the mirror, he saw himself in the mirror putting a red stone in his trouser pockets. Now he felt that there was something heavy in his trouser pockets. It must be the Philosopher's Stone.

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone. I know you have it." Voldemort approached Harry grimly, as if he could see through Harry's heart and expose his lies.

"I'm sorry, sir, you are not the most handsome man in the world." Just as Harry endured the double pressure of forehead pain and fear in his heart, the magic mirror actually spoke.

Voldemort didn't expect that the sunglasses had a mechanism?

"The most handsome man in the world is Duran!"

...

Duran? The Muggle who appeared in Hogwarts and lowered the standards of the entire magic school? Voldemort knew him because he and Rocky had received psychological counseling from Duran. If it weren't for the need to endure resurrection, he would have taken action against Duran long ago. How can Muggles interfere in the wizarding world? This is absolutely not allowed.

"You are here to die, Mudblood." Voldemort roared in a low voice and cursed Duran, but he did not find Duran.

"In this era, handsome people have human rights. Voldemort, your peak era of beauty has passed. Now it is my era." Voices came from all directions.

Harry stepped back quickly. He had no idea how Duran made the sound.

"Master, this Mudblood is very strange." Quirrell reminded.

"Haha, I knew you were possessed by Voldemort a long time ago. Your psychological report has betrayed you. Poor Quirrell, in fact, your garlic against Egyptian vampires is just to cover up the stench of Voldemort. Speaking of which, you have also hurt yourself to a certain extent for Voldemort. Your nose is broken."

"I am willing to sacrifice myself for my master." Quirrell said: "You Mudblood, my master will cut you into pieces."

...Silence, Duran's silence made the whole space more weird, with only the sound of the flickering candlelight.

Suddenly, before Quirrell and Voldemort could react, their arms flew up, and the hands holding the wands swayed in the air, and blood bloomed like petals scattered in the sky.

"God's sword is invisible!" Duran stood in front of Voldemort without knowing when.

Ahhh——Quirrell screamed, the pain still acting on his body.

"It seems that you are the one who will be torn into pieces, let's get started." Duran cracked his knuckles and then used the physical sword to achieve the sharp effect of a blade. Quirrell could no longer move soon.

Voldemort looked at Duran in surprise. He knew that Quirrell was no longer useful. The incomplete soul left the back of his head and turned into black smoke and rushed towards the wall of fire.

"Avada Kedavra!" Duran launched an attack that could shatter the soul. Boom, even the band of the flame light wave was shattered.

Voldemort realized that he had underestimated Duran. His soul was torn apart, but there was no trace of magic. This pain was like experiencing death again.

It can only be said that Voldemort asked for it. Dividing the soul into several parts, isn't it just experiencing a few more deaths?

Ahhh——Voldemort didn't expect that he would die in this place. He roared unwillingly, but it was useless. The broken soul was already very weak, and now it was hit hard by Duran, and it immediately shattered into pieces.

The world was finally quiet.

Duran looked at Rocky, who was not dead yet, and put his limbs back together: "Today is your lucky day, congratulations on getting rid of Voldemort's control."

There was no response, because Voldemort had destroyed Rocky's brain when he left, and he became a happy idiot.

Looking at Harry again, he actually fainted. It was obvious that Voldemort's broken soul made him faint from the pain. The poor child was simply a human-shaped Voldemort approaching the alarm.