A day at Hogwarts

Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head asked in surprise, "You know it's me..."

Harry was deeply influenced by someone, and he would not talk nonsense when he could do it. He thought that he would have a lot of time to talk after he was caught, so he took advantage of Voldemort's speech.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Voldemort didn't expect that he would strike while he was talking, and he was caught off guard, and he floated up all of a sudden.

Harry was a little nervous, and with too much force, Voldemort hit the high roof with a "boom".

Then the spell broke and Voldemort fell to the ground with a "pia".

It was not a light blow, and the headscarf fell off.

Harry was startled at this moment, he had never imagined that there was a noseless human face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Charles has talked about "Double Dragon Socket" for so many years, but it was the first time he saw Voldemort's face, and he was in a daze for a while.

Voldemort on the ground shot suddenly, lying on his stomach without preventing him from waving his wand to cast a spell, and a red thin line of spells shot at Harry.

Harry snapped back to his senses and dodged to the side, but he couldn't dodge and was hit in the left hand.

Fortunately, Quirrell almost died of diarrhea and collapse not long ago, which affected Voldemort. The power of this Cruciatus Curse was not strong. Harry screamed for two seconds and got up from the ground.

Charles nodded while taking pictures. Harry's ability to resist blows was trained by himself and Dudley, and he was very resistant to pain.

Voldemort also felt the piercing pain, but he had always given the Cruciatus Curse to others. He had never endured it himself, so he thought it was just thrown out, so he didn't think much about it.

Harry stood up. He had just dropped his wand on the ground and was about to pick it up when a spell flew towards him and knocked it far away.

At this moment, there was a strange scene, Voldemort was facing Harry, but Quirrell stretched his wand back strangely, just like Voldemort raised his hand forward, pointing directly at Harry.

Harry saw that the face on the back of the head was as white as lime, with no eyebrows, two socket-like nostrils where the nose remained, and bright red eyes with vertical pupils.

Resisting the sharp pain from the scar on his forehead, he asked in a deep voice, "Voldemort?"

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort's voice seemed to whisper in his ear.

Harry swallowed a little nervously, took a deep breath, and kept his eyes fixed on the wand pointed at him.

Voldemort saw that he was not afraid of himself, and continued: "I am what I am now, thanks to you. Only shadow and steam are left. I have to share a body with others. Once I get the elixir, I can Recreating a body of my own."

"Now, for your own sake, go to the mirror and take out the Philosopher's Stone. Otherwise, you will end up like your parents. I still remember them begging me for mercy before they died."

Harry's voice suddenly became colder than ever before: "You're not Pinocchio, and lying won't make your nose grow back."

Charles raised his brows. Harry was really angry. A boy who bullied him with Dudley in Privet Drive two years ago said some insulting words to his parents. That was his reaction at the time. The fact that the child was fed three catties of fresh rice still couldn't be suppressed.

Voldemort's expression also became ferocious, and he took two steps towards Harry, and said in a hoarse voice: "That night was so touching, I have always admired brave people, son, your parents were very brave that night. "

"Your father, let your mother take you and run quickly, stay and stop me until I kill you."

"My child, you must be honest in life. My credit is very good."

"Your mother doesn't need to die. As long as you die, I will let her go. She knows that and still protects you desperately."

"Okay, go and get me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you in vain."

"I promise you, as long as you give me the Philosopher's Stone, I won't kill you."

Harry's expression was a little gloomy. This was the first time he heard about the death of his parents, and he heard it from the murderer.

With a hesitant look on his face, he looked at the wand pointing at himself, then at the Mirror of Erised in front of Quirrell, and finally stepped towards the mirror.

Voldemort secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his strength was running out, and he still had to run away to save some money.

Just as Harry and Voldemort passed by each other, Voldemort was about to switch to Quirrell's perspective, when he suddenly felt himself face down on the ground.

Harry suddenly turned around and grabbed Quirrell's collar with both hands, and threw him to the ground with his own strength.

Harry got up quickly, stretched out his hands and grabbed Quirrell's head, and slammed his knees towards Quirrell's face.

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's hand and bent it at a strange angle, protecting his face with one hand, and the wand in the other hand was about to point at Harry.

Seeing this, Harry smashed Quirrell's head to the ground forcefully, took the opportunity to kick off the wand in his hand, then held Quirrell's cap with his left hand and pressed it to the ground, raised his right fist, and used all his life With force, he just slapped Voldemort in the face.

After fifty or seventy punches, Voldemort's eyes, mouth, and nostrils seemed to be burnt. At first, blisters appeared, and after a while, they became bright red, and finally a puff of black smoke came out.

The black smoke slipped away from where it came from, and the back of Quirrell's head returned to its original state, but Harry's fist didn't stop, and blood began to spurt from the seven orifices soon after.

Dumbledore showed his figure and wanted to go up to stop Harry, but Charles grabbed his sleeve, and then pulled him outside to where Snape put the potion.

"Why did you stop me?" Dumbledore asked Charles a little unhappy.

Charles said calmly: "Do you know how Harry has lived these years?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Charles picked up a bottle of nettle wine on the table, shook it in front of his face, and said slowly, "Harry is like this nettle wine, sweet in the mouth and very spicy at the same time."

"He has been bullied since he was a child, physically, mentally, and in all directions."

"Grandpa said that he is still kind and belongs to the miracle of the world."

"Although he is kind, it doesn't mean that he has no hatred, no complaints, no anger in his heart."

"Why doesn't he want to enjoy the love of his parents at home and play happily with his friends outside like other children's children."

"Who took all this away?"

"He is like a pressure cooker. If the pressure inside is not released, no one knows what will happen in the future."

Dumbledore listened carefully, and Charles, who had grown up with Harry, had the most say in this regard.

After listening, he said: "Harry is lucky to have a friend like you."

Charles smiled, and when he heard hurried footsteps outside, as well as the shouts of Professor McGonagall and Hermione, he said, "I'm leaving first, and the most important thing to do next is to enjoy the holiday."