Chapter 202 Red Stone

This idea is a good one. After catching Harry Potter, Quirrell will have a hostage. With the hostage, he will have a trump card to negotiate with Dumbledore. As for Ada, just kill him. The life and death of a small character has nothing to do with it. The big picture.

Thinking so, and doing so, Quirrell rushed towards Harry Potter, towards the weakest person in the room. He didn't need to touch Harry Potter, he just had to hold his wand against the savior and his purpose would be achieved.

What is this called? This is called coercing the emperor to order the princes. Now Harry is the useless Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty, Qi Luo is the wife... No, it is Prime Minister Cao, and Ada is the unlucky prince who was ordered.

But Quirrell failed to rush to Harry's side as he wished. He had just walked halfway when he fell into a dog's excrement. A vine entangled his left foot. Everyone knew what would happen if he lost his balance while running. One end of the vine that appeared out of nowhere was tightly wrapped around Quirrell's leg, and the other end broke through the floor tiles and took root downwards.

Quirrell thought he was taking advantage of Ada's inattention and took advantage of Ada's attack to sneak up on Harry, but in fact from the moment he had this idea, he stepped into the trap prepared by Ada.

From the beginning, Ada was clearly aware that the "powerless" Harry Potter would be used as a breakthrough. As long as he held Harry hostage, unless he could kill Harry as well, otherwise he would have no choice but to Sayazi ran away and handed the matter back to Dumbledore.

Ada didn't want to be blackmailed, but that didn't stop her from using Harry as a buckle to trick Quirrell. It would be best to defeat Quirrell in one go. If Quirrell got Harry's mind and wanted to use Harry to control Ada, then even if he was thinking blindly, Ada was waiting for the moment when he attacks Harry. .

Ada had absolute confidence and could easily take down Quirrell, who was being distracted by Harry. There were no flaws or gaps at all. This was all what Ada showed him.

The vines summoned out of thin air were no longer satisfied with one foot. It twisted Quirrell's leg upwards and split towards Quirrell's other leg. Quirrell's legs were quickly wrapped tightly by the vines, waiting. Quirrell's only fate was to be strangled by vines.

Quirrell tried many methods but could not break free from the control of the vines, which wrapped around him tightly.

Quirrell, who couldn't even stand up, was unwilling to accept his failure, and Voldemort, who was equally unwilling, was still roaring "Kill her, kill them."

Quirrell tried to make a last ditch effort. He raised his wand and aimed it at Harry, who was not far away from him. He whispered: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light belonging to the Killing Curse did not appear. Harry was standing not far from Quirrell intact. Halfway through Quirrell's spell, he couldn't hold the wand, and a strange force caused his wand to fly out of his hand. Got out.

The freed wand drew an arc from the air and landed at Ada's feet. Ada raised her foot and crushed Quirrell's wand.

With the crisp sound of the wand being stepped on, Quirrell was also heartbroken. Even with the wand, he was no match for the freak Ada. Without the wand, he couldn't even make any trouble.

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, pressed his head against the stone slab. He was unwilling to fail like this. He had not seen the scenery at the peak, and had not tasted the taste of glory. How could he just fall down like this? Easily defeated by a fifteen year old girl?

The helpless Quirrell sobbed: "Master, what should I do? How can I defeat her? Master, please give me some guidance!"

"Fainted!" Ada did not let Quirrell go. Kindness to the enemy was cruelty to herself. Ada's wand did not emit the red light of the coma spell, but a dazzling white light - a gift of relief, an indefensible coma spell, a coma spell that could make people sleep for eternity.

When Ada and Quirrell fired spells at each other, Voldemort on the back of his head realized that the idiot Quirrell was no match for this mudblood, so he reminded Quirrell to catch Harry.

When Quirrell fell, Voldemort realized that the end was over and he would not be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone today. The mudblood predicted his prediction.

After the white light appeared, Voldemort simply broke away from Quirrell. He felt the danger of this spell, and he did not want to die here with Quirrell.

First abandoned by Voldemort, and then hit by Ada's spell, Quirrell lay quietly on the ground, he was no longer breathing. The only thing still moving on his body was the vines that wrapped around him. The master of Quirrell's faith had abandoned him, but only the vines still clung to him.

The current Voldemort is just a remnant soul, not the all-powerful Dark Lord he once was. He cannot help Quirrell deal with Ada. The same is true after leaving Quirrell. He can only escape back to the Albanian forest and wait for the next one to be found. His people.

But Voldemort was unwilling to give in. The Philosopher's Stone was close at hand, and the opportunity for resurrection was right in front of him, but he was blocked by these two people in front of him. One was Harry Potter, who had rebounded the Killing Curse and could not be touched, and the other was a Mudblood who appeared out of nowhere. Voldemort wanted to kill them, and it was hard to remove their skin and bones from both of them. The hatred in my heart.

But as a remnant of his soul, he couldn't do what was once so easy for him.

The remnant soul of Voldemort was floating in the air. His soul had long been infiltrated by black magic and was glowing with a heart-stopping black color. His state was like a pitch-black cloud or a wisp of misty black smoke.

Ada saw the black mist rushing toward her, and there was an unwilling roar in the black mist. She didn't dare to be approached by such a black mist. She waved her wand continuously, and the silver light around her body prevented the black mist from approaching.

In this black fog full of malice, Ada seemed to see a face, a face similar to the one on the back of Quirrell's head.

The black mist that had always been unable to get closer changed its direction, and it quickly rushed towards Harry who was standing aside. Harry, who had been fighting for a long time, was unable to stop the black mist from approaching, and was pierced through his chest by the black mist. Then the black mist quickly dissipated, leaving only waves of roars echoing in the room.

The speed of the black mist was so fast that Ada had no time to lend a helping hand to Harry. The black mist had already passed through Harry and disappeared into the underground room. Ada could only look at Harry who was "weak and unable to take care of himself" He fell limply to the ground.

Ada first checked Quirrell's life and death and the back of his head. Quirrell was already cold, he was not breathing at all, and there was no luster of life in his eyes that were still open. The back of his head was bare, and the one that belonged to Voldemort was The face had disappeared with the departure of the Dark Lord.

Ada walked to Harry's side again. He was still breathing and must have passed out. As for whether there were other problems, Ada didn't know. After all, she, Cui, is a wizard, not a doctor.

Looking at Harry's bulging trouser pocket, Ada poked it with her wand. It should be the Philosopher's Stone. Harry passed the mirror test and got the Philosopher's Stone.

Ada waved to her pocket, and the magic stone flew out of Harry's pocket and fell into Ada's hand.

This magic stone that Voldemort coveted was thus obtained by Ada. Just over a month ago, Ada had thought of using the magic stone to turn rocks into gold, but now she no longer had such an idea.

There is no long-term vision, and no longer the desire to turn stones into gold. Now, to Ada, this magic stone is just an ordinary red stone, a better-looking stone at best.

After holding up the magic stone and looking at it for a while, Ada, who found it uninteresting, stopped looking. She sat down next to Harry and threw the Philosopher's Stone into the air. If Nicolas Flamel saw her disrespecting the only Philosopher's Stone in the world, I wonder what the 600-year-old Nicolas Flamel would do. What do you think?

But one thing is certain, that is, Nicoléme will not kill Ada with her own little steps.

While Ada was playing with the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore, who had arrived a little late, also entered the underground room. Ada estimated that Old Bee was hiding in a corner, secretly observing everything. If she couldn't handle Quirrell, the principal would appear as a hero.

Now that he has taken care of Quirrell, Dumbledore doesn't have to worry anymore. He came so early because he was probably afraid that he would break the Sorcerer's Stone and he would have to pay for it.

As for why it wasn't Ada who had to pay the money, I'm sorry, I don't have the money but my life.

Dumbledore knelt down and checked Harry's condition. The knowledgeable headmaster was not a second-hand person like Ada. He quickly figured out Harry's condition: Harry was fine, but it was best not to force him. It would be better for him if he were sober and allowed to rest a little longer.

"How is Quirrell?" Dumbledore asked.

"Dead." Ada threw the Sorcerer's Stone back to Dumbledore. "I didn't kill him. Voldemort moved faster than me. He was abandoned by Voldemort. He should have died the moment Voldemort left his body."

After thinking for a while, Ada asked: "I saw a black mist, and I thought it was the remnant soul of Voldemort. His departure caused Quirrell's death. Could it be because he took him away from Quirrell?" What?"

Dumbledore walked up to Quirrell, and the squirming vines tied Quirrell's body like a rice dumpling. Dumbledore's hand gently brushed the vines, and with his hand, these vines all disappeared. While inspecting Quirrell's body, Dumbledore said: "The soul has always been mysterious, it is more mysterious than the origin of magic.

The accounts of ghosts cannot give wizards an accurate understanding of souls at all, because from the day they become ghosts, their understanding of everything will change, and their descriptions of souls are unconvincing. "

"I'm afraid it's not easy to study the soul. You need to use life as the research object, right?" Ada asked.

"My guess is similar to yours. Dark magic has a lot of research on the soul. In addition, the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic should have research in this area, but I have no way of knowing the progress of their research, nor how they conduct it. Research." Dumbledore said, "There are too many mysteries in this world, and these mysteries will never be answered by humans in their lifetime."

Ada nodded, she stood up and stretched her waist to leave.

Dumbledore suddenly asked: "Are you leaving? I thought you would ask me why I only care about Harry and the dead Quirrell and not you."

Ada turned back and looked at Dumbledore as if he were a fool. Ada learned this look from Grindelwald. She said: "I just sit there properly. I can tell at a glance whether I am okay or not. Is there any need to ask?"

"Uh..." Dumbledore had nothing to say and could only watch Ada walk out of the underground room. Of course Dumbledore could tell at a glance whether Ada was hurt, but he should care about this sentence, but he did not say this to Ada. He was waiting for Ada to ask "Why don't you care about me?"

But Ada not only didn't ask that, she even regarded her deliberate ignorance as normal. Dumbledore felt that instead of narrowing, the rift between him and Ada was getting bigger. He regretted taking Ada to meet Grindelwald.

Supplementary updates, plus an extra chapter, a total of 10,000+, so sleepy... The big guys in the author group really didn't lie, it would be better to have the manuscript saved...