Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 6:45.

In the penultimate room of the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

"Now, it should be time for us to take action." Snape said in a calm tone, but judging from his fingers that were turning white, his mood was not calm.

"No, not us, but me." Dumbledore pointed to the door with purple flames, signaling Snape to leave.

"Tom now thinks that you are his double agent. This identity is still useful." Seeing Snape standing there, Dumbledore continued.

"Okay, but if I find that the boy has lost even one hair, you will understand what a crazy dark wizard with no bottom line looks like." Snape looked deeply at Dumbledore. The two black eyes became hollow again, like two dark tunnels.

After speaking, he turned around, flung up his long black cloak, and disappeared into the purple flames without taking any potions or spells.

On the other side, the wand in Voldemort's hand seemed to have been sharpened, and it had penetrated deeply into Quirrell's neck. "Harry Potter, now, tell me what your decision is?"

"I can give you an extra piece of news. You still have a relative, someone who truly cares and loves you." Seeing that Harry could no longer maintain his calmness, Voldemort continued calmly, "Sirius Black, he does not Not my servant."

"On the contrary, there is another guy who was awarded the first-class medal of Sir Merlin." Voldemort paused, as if recalling that guy's name.

"Who is he?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Oh, it seems you are going to agree. His name is not important - I don't remember it either - he is a rat-like guy. You can find out when you go out and check."

"Now, hold out your left hand - your wand can be pointed at me, so you don't worry."

Just when Harry was about to agree, a voice sounded, surprising both Harry and Voldemort.

Voldemort gasped, "Dumbledore!"

"Tom, am I reading that right? Unbreakable Vow?" Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing drinking.

"Professor Dumbledore, you are finally here." Harry finally showed a long-lost smile.

"It seems I have to go, Dumbledore. You are much more powerful than I thought. Even Grindelwald can't stop you." Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and said slowly.

"Go? Do you think you can walk?" Harry pointed his wand in Voldemort's direction.

"Why not? Otherwise, why does your dear Professor Dumbledore never show up? Dumbledore, I'm afraid you have come back a long time ago." Voldemort showed a sarcastic smile, "Just like poor Sirius, who has not been tried. He was imprisoned in Azkaban, but the great Dumbledore didn't care."

"Yes, Tom, we really can't stop you if you try to escape."

"But you are too greedy. When you were hit by Harry's spell, it was time to leave. But now Quirrell's body, which still contains Harry's magic, has become your cage." Dumbledore said calmly said, completely undisturbed by Sirius' news, not even replying.

Instead, he was casting magic while talking.

Unconsciously, a golden halo appeared around Voldemort.

"Yes." Voldemort sighed slightly, as if he had accepted his fate.

Then, "Master, help!" Quirrell suddenly woke up and screamed miserably.

Quirrell's body was swollen like a balloon, and cracks appeared in various parts of his body, but no blood was seen flowing out. Only black mist continued to spread in the cracks.

boom!

Quirrell's body exploded, and along with his body exploded the increasingly dense black mist.

Dense smoke snakes flew from different directions. Although Dumbledore had been prepared, Voldemort was a super freak with seven Horcruxes.

Even before Voldemort split open, Dumbledore had already waved his wand lightly, turning the golden halo into a dense network of light, showing the power that Harry could not help but feel his hair standing on end, but some of the mist still escaped and disappeared. .

When the smoke dissipated, there was not even a piece of cloth left where Quirrell's body should have been.

"Professor Dumbledore, has Voldemort really escaped?" Harry asked reluctantly.

"It's a pity, but Tom did escape. In the field of black magic, he has already reached an area that no one has touched before."

"He is not really alive now, so he cannot be killed. Even catching him as I said just now may be a luxury."

"Although Quirrell's body can be trapped after being blessed by your magic power, he is also ruthless to his followers and obviously does not care about Quirrell's life. So he squeezed every inch of Quirrell's flesh and blood, and briefly Escape after regaining your strength."

"Later, he may look for another body that he is willing to share, or find other ways for him to make a comeback."

"But Harry, don't be disappointed that Voldemort escaped. You may think that you just delayed him and prevented him from regaining his strength immediately. In the future, another person will be needed to be fully prepared to fight him to the death - but if he And if he is delayed again and again, he may never regain his strength," Dumbledore said seriously.

"Is Sirius' story true?" Harry asked anxiously. Ryan had mentioned it before, but Harry didn't pay much attention to it. His attention was all on the Resurrection Stone at that time.

But now, even Voldemort said so.

"Him?" Dumbledore rarely showed a distressed expression this time, "I have doubts, but Sirius himself did not cooperate. He kept talking to himself that he killed your parents, and even refused my request to re-examine his case many times."

"Why is it like this?" Harry showed the same distressed expression as Dumbledore.

Ryan on the side couldn't help showing a disgusted face. Sirius was really a useless person.

With his identity as the only son of the Black family and a former member of the Order of the Phoenix, he obviously had the opportunity to overturn the case. But he mistakenly thought that Peter Pettigrew was dead, but he did not resist and voluntarily entered Azkaban, and even kept saying that he was the one who killed Harry's parents.

In this case, when the victim himself was unwilling to leave the prison, Dumbledore had no choice.

Even Dumbledore didn't tell Harry that he tried to read Sirius' memory, but the strong guilt and self-destructive emotions made Dumbledore unable to read it.

That's why Sirius' case became an ironclad case.

If Sirius hadn't seen Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper later, he would have escaped from prison on his own initiative - otherwise, after more than ten years when no one paid attention to his case, he would have had to wait even if he wanted to overturn the case.

The most likely possibility is that after Voldemort's resurrection, the Death Eaters escaped from prison and gave him an Avada.

If he was lucky, he would be dragged to Voldemort by the uninformed Death Eaters and killed by Voldemort himself.