A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Voldemort was silent for a long time, and silently turned his face to Quirrell's front, using his limited life and physical strength to completely control this body.

He loosened his muscles and bones, and the joints of his body made a "click" sound, and then took out Quirrell's wand.

This is a nine-inch long alder wand with a unicorn feather as the core.

Although it is not very suitable for Voldemort's identity and is not very handy, it can only be used at this time.

Aaron also took advantage of this time to hide behind the two professors and joined Harry and others.

"Aaron, I really admire you more and more.

I never thought that Dumbledore would come back early." Voldemort sneered, "But for me, things have not reached the end of the road yet.

As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone before he comes back, the upper limit of this body can only make me reach the strength of a great wizard at most.

It is a bit difficult to face two professors, but it may not be impossible."

"Then you do your best.

As long as you can defeat the two professors of Hogwarts, we will offer you the Philosopher's Stone with both hands."

"I hope you can do what you say." Voldemort grinned and took the initiative to attack.

Although his physical condition was extremely poor and his strength was only one tenth of his, a lean camel was still a camel, and he would not lose out when fighting one against two.

The green spell and the two red spells kept colliding with each other, making a deafening sound, and the broken chess pieces on the chessboard continued to spread around under the impact of magic.

Aaron watched with interest this battle that at least a wizard could join.

It's not about learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses. He is confident that he can reach this level in a short time. He just wants to expand his horizons.

"Aaron." Harry was not in the mood to watch the battle. He just said anxiously, "What nonsense did you just say? How can you hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort?"

"I said this for our safety. Voldemort is so arrogant that he will not attack us before he gets rid of the two professors, but we still have to be prepared.

Besides, if even the two professors combined can't beat him, we can't keep the Philosopher's Stone alone.

Either hand it over to save your life, or he kills us and finds the Philosopher's Stone from our bodies.

One is no loss and no gain, the other is a total loss. Which one do you choose?"

"I would rather die than surrender." Harry said indignantly.

"Well said." Aaron raised a thumbs up, and then tapped the wand lightly, and the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand flew to his hand.

Before Harry could react, he continued, "I admire your courage very much. You can take your life lightly. It's extraordinary courage.

But just because you don't want to live doesn't mean I don't want to live. Voldemort may not let you go, but the three of us are different from you and have a chance to survive."

Hearing this, Harry's expression was a little struggling.

He and Voldemort are mortal enemies. Only one of them can survive, but he doesn't want to implicate others because of his own reasons.

"Do you feel particularly entangled?" Aaron saw his complex expression and teased, "I admit that you have a strong sense of justice and are a well-deserved Gryffindor.

But I must remind you that not taking your life seriously is not bravery, but pure recklessness.

Only by being alive can you have a chance to turn the tables. If you die, there will be nothing left.

I am different from you. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not fight to the death, let alone fight against the stone with an egg.

If you want to die to prove your will, then go by yourself, and don't take me with you."

"How about we run now?" Hermione suggested.

"I agree. We should have left here long ago." Ron added, "As long as we hold on until Dumbledore comes back, everything will be fine."

"Huh?

That's a good idea.

But a friendly reminder, you must be extra careful when you leave, and you must be fast.

But this is a bit difficult for us, after all, there is a wounded person here."

"You mean Voldemort might not let us leave?" Hermione said with a grim look.

"Not possible, but certain.

Although he is still fighting with the two professors, he has also divided some of his attention on us.

If there is any movement, he will probably risk getting injured to leave us behind.

Because as long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone, he can reshape his body. It doesn't matter to him what Quirrell's body is like."

The three looked at each other, and Harry also lowered his head in resignation, but his clenched fists still showed his unwillingness, "Can we really only watch like this?

We are also wizards, and we can help the professors."

"Forget it!" Aaron poured a bucket of cold water on him mercilessly.

Harry's expression stagnated, "Am I wrong?"

"It seems...not quite right." Hermione shook her head.

"Why?"

Hermione hesitated and said nothing.

Ron also opened his mouth, with an awkward expression, and turned his face away silently.

Aaron smiled playfully, then patted his shoulder and turned his head away, "Take a good look, is this a battle you can join?

Tell me, what level are you at now?"

"I should be almost an intermediate wizard!" Harry also reacted and said a little embarrassedly.

"Then please have some self-knowledge, okay?

At your level, even a sneak attack from behind probably won't have much effect, not to mention there's no chance for a sneak attack now.

In the battle between the three of them, you three wizards who don't even have much control over offensive spells are just cannon fodder, and the aftermath of the spells can knock you away. "

"What about you?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Me?" Aaron smiled mockingly, "I'm a little better than you, I'm just a bigger cannon fodder."

"Does that mean we can only watch here?" Hermione asked unwillingly.

"No," Aaron said meaningfully, "You can also pray that Dumbledore will come back as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Aaron found a place to sit and continued to pay attention to the wizard duel on the chessboard.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were a little overwhelmed.

After all, his opponent is the famous Dark Lord. Although his strength is greatly reduced now, if he squeezes out his vitality regardless of the consequences and fights without his life, then his opponent will have to fight hard to have a chance to win.

But the problem is that neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape dare to fight hard at this time. If only they had the courage to fight, they might lose their lives.

But there are four young wizards behind them, and the two of them must retain some of their strength to make some plans, at least to have the strength to protect these students.

Voldemort laughed triumphantly, chanting an obscure spell in his mouth, and with one wave of his wand, he fired out a deadly dark green light.

The two professors raised their wands in tacit agreement, and hastily released two magic spells, one red and one white, to barely compete with the green light.

The three magic spells collided fiercely in mid-air, advancing and retreating like a tug of war, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

"Ahem!"

Voldemort suddenly looked ferocious and coughed out a mouthful of black blood. The green light was immediately suppressed by the red and white beams.

He immediately adjusted his condition, suppressed the injury, increased the intensity of delivering magic power into the wand, and pushed the magic spell back to its previous position.

The stalemate continued, and the green curse gradually gained the upper hand, at the cost of Quirrell's body aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The two professors also felt uncomfortable. Their faces were pale and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

"Almost." Aaron murmured and stood up.

"What's almost done?" Harry asked confused.

"The time is almost here and we can be the straw that breaks the camel's back," Aaron said.

Hearing this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing, "You can try it."

"Don't mess around." Professor McGonagall reminded, "You are too weak. This is not something you can interfere with."

"You're right," Snape said with an expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm certain."

"No." Snape said immediately, "Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have some talent. Voldemort's power is beyond your imagination.

He can kill you with one hand. "

"I know, that's why I waited until now." Aaron threw the red gem in his hand and threw it towards Voldemort under the surprised eyes of everyone.

The Sorcerer's Stone cut through the air and hit Voldemort's head at an extremely fast speed.

The other party was also a little confused by this sudden surprise, but he quickly reacted. While raising the corners of his mouth, he controlled the wand with one hand to resist the two professors, and quickly opened his other hand.

The speed of the Sorcerer's Stone slowed down instantly and flew towards Voldemort's hand.

"This is your method." The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, "It's really terrible."

"Is it too late for us to escape now?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, let the magic stone fly for a while first."

As the words fell, a roar came from the ceiling.

A white shadow flew down, and when Voldemort was about to grab the Sorcerer's Stone, a claw struck him hard on the back.