Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

The room became very quiet.

Harry could feel the heat of Voldemort's exhale.

Raised his head to look at the Mirror of Eris.

It was found that the other party seemed to have fallen into the illusion created by the magic mirror.

Do you want to take the opportunity to escape?

The idea has just arisen.

It was quickly vetoed by Harry.

Not completely sure.

Absolutely not impulsive.

"Very good, I am very happy to see that you did not take the opportunity to escape!"

Voldemort's voice rang in his ears.

Harry was shocked.

It turned out that the other party had deliberately pretended to look like that just now.

"So now tell me, what do you see in the mirror?"

Harry raised his head again, his eyes staring intently at the magic mirror in front of him.

"I saw myself win the Quidditch championship for Gryffindor, and I also saw that I got first place in the exam."

"Even the final year-end banquet, Dumbledore personally handed over the House Cup to me."

"Everyone was cheering, and I shook hands with Dumbledore!"

"Lie!" Voldemort shouted angrily.

"You're lying, why didn't you take the Philosopher's Stone out of your pocket?"

Harry was taken aback again.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort had already noticed the abnormality in the pocket.

"Zero Seventy-Three" "You don't think! "

Harry followed the method that Alec taught.

Break through the shackles with your own magic.

He quickly stepped back, putting a distance between him and Voldemort.

"You don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry repeated again.

Voldemort was not surprised that Harry Potter could get out of trouble.

He turned to face the other party and said, "Don't be stupid, if you still want to live, the best way is to turn to me." "

"Otherwise, you will end up like your parents, who pleaded with me until they died."

"Lie!" Harry retorted loudly.

He would never allow others to denigrate his parents.

Seeing Harry pick up his wand again.

Voldemort's hideous and terrifying face showed a contemptuous expression.

"Your behavior is really touching, and I confess that I have always appreciated brave behavior, just like your parents."

"At the beginning, your father preferred to die and bravely fight me, so I killed him first."

"And your mother could have saved herself from dying, but she was willing to give her life to protect you."

"But this time there is no one to protect you anymore, hand over the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry clenched his pocket tightly with one hand and made his attitude clear to the other party.

Voldemort shouted angrily, "Grab him! "

Quirrell, who came to his senses, immediately turned around.

But what awaited him was a smashing curse.

Harry's accuracy this time was a little poor.

But his purpose is simply to stall for time.

Taking advantage of Quirrell's resistance to the spell, he turned and ran towards the door formed by the black flame.

"Catch him! Grab him! "

Quirrell flew up and grabbed Harry's wrist.

A tingling pain spread across his wrist.

Harry almost threw away his wand.

He turned his head to look at his wrist, trying to figure out what Quirrell had done to him.

At this moment, Quirrell's screams rang out: "My hand, my hand!" "

As the wrist was released by Quirrell.

That maddening tingling sensation disappears.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Quirrell in front of him.

I saw that one of the other party's hands was like wood burned by fire, broken and dropped piece by piece.

Harry immediately thought of the reason.

It was his mother who set a protective spell for him with his life!

"Grab him and get the Philosopher's Stone to work!" Voldemort still kept urging.

Quirrell didn't dare to slacken and regained his strength and pounced on Harry again.

Bang!

Whether it was Harry or Quirrell.

They all just felt a flash in front of them.

Then Quirrell flew backwards.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of Harry.

Draco patted his chest even more funny: "Just opened my eyes and saw a person rushing over, it was really scary." "

Eric let go of the other's shoulder and slapped it twice.

Hopefully, Draco wouldn't get too nervous after learning that the person he kicked was Voldemort.

"Harry, are you all right?"

"Nope!" Harry quickly shook his head.

Seeing the two appear, Harry's nervous mood gradually relaxed.

Especially seeing Eric, the sense of security brought by the other party made Harry fearless.

"Eric, look, this is the Philosopher's Stone!"

Seeing Harry as if offering a treasure, he held the Philosopher's Stone up to him.

Alec smiled lightly and reached out to push it back.

"When everything is over here, you will hand him over to Headmaster Dumbledore."

See Alec's calm eyes.

Dumbledore, who was hiding in the shadows, was slightly shocked in his heart.

Few people can remain calm when facing the Philosopher's Stone.

If you get the Philosopher's Stone, you can get wealth and get immortality.

Phoenix!

No one throughout the ages has resisted its temptation.

But today someone did.

Dumbledore firmly believed that a person's eyes could not deceive people.

Especially when encountering huge benefits.

Many people's eyes will involuntarily show greed.

But just now, Alec's eyes did not have the slightest greed.

The Philosopher's Stone seemed to be an ordinary stone in his eyes.

Eric watched Harry put the Philosopher's Stone away before turning to look at Quirrell.

The reason why he did not accept the Philosopher's Stone.

First, it is indeed not uncommon.

Secondly, because of the three people hidden in the corner of the room.

As he prepared to cross the trapdoor, Eric knew that Dumbledore would definitely hide and observe.

He didn't feel anything along the way.

Until he had just entered the room where Professor Snape had set up the mechanism.

Because the room size is small.

Eric finally captured the breath of Dumbledore and the others.

Since the other party is peeping.

Then he must act this scene well.

"It turned out to be Lord Dark Lord, it seems that you are not optimistic now!"

Eric's voice echoed through the room.

The first to exclaim was Master Draco Malfoy. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"The Dark Lord? Isn't he Professor Quillinas Quirrello? "

See Alec's affirmative eyes.

Draco's legs went limp.

Just now, he seemed to kick the Dark Lord fiercely.

Syllable!

Draco slapped himself lightly.

Determined that he was not dreaming, he immediately showed a crying expression.

Alec shook his head and smiled.

He walked up to Quirrell, and his wand suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Voldemort, over the years, you have ruined the reputation of Slytherin, not only the ancestor Salazar Slytherin Style."

"Even the title of Slytherin heir has become synonymous with evil.0"

"Slytherin House is even dubbed the cradle of the dark wizard, and today I, Alex Lytherin, will execute you here."

The magic torches around them gradually darkened, and the light source broke away from the torch and converged on Alec's palm.

Seeing that the guilt lightsaber is about to take shape.

Quirrell suddenly raised his head, and a pair of crimson snake eyes appeared in front of everyone.

Several black plumes of smoke flew out from behind him.

Three of the black fogs entangled Alec and one flew towards Draco Malfoy.

The remaining black mist swept towards Harry with Quirrell in it.

Quirrell had broken his palm and made contact with Harry's skin again.

This time.

Harry didn't sit still any longer.

Instead, he reached out and grabbed Quirrell's face.

"Ah~"

Quirrell was burned into a pile of sand in a scream.

Coincidentally, the black fog that entangled Alec in the next second was split by him with the Sword of Judgment.

In fact, all this was the result of Voldemort's discussion with Alec.

Remember the last time the two met in the secret room.

Eric asked Voldemort if he knew what the blood protection magic Lily Potter used.

Voldemort's answer at the time was "I don't know."

Rao is Voldemort, who has been involved in dark arts all over the world, and has never heard of such magical magic.

Precisely because I haven't seen it.

That's why his Death Spell was rebounded by the Blood Protection Magic, and he fell to this point.

But.

Eric was not without gains.

As someone who has personally experienced the magic of blood protection.

Voldemort recalled: "It was indeed a black magic that sacrificed life in exchange for protection, and this magic was extremely profound. "

"I also felt a familiar force in it, but it had been too long to describe that feeling."

Because of these words.

The two decide to test Harry's protective magic.

That's why Quirrell rushed up to dedicate himself.

With Quirrell turning into dust.

Eric also felt the familiar power in Voldemort's mouth.

He frowned.

For a while, I couldn't tell what 0.2 was.

It can only be said that he must have encountered it before.

"Ugh!" Voldemort let out a scream, turning into a black mist that flew out of Quirrell's wreckage.

He had teeth and five claws, and flew towards Harry with a hideous expression.

It seems unwilling to be defeated again by Harry Potter.

Prepare for one last counterattack.

At this time, Harry had not yet recovered from the tingling of his skin.

Seeing Voldemort flying towards him, he was dumbfounded in place for a while.

It's time for a minute.

Alec suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Sin Breaking Lightsaber!"

The lightsaber was raised high, emitting a dazzling light.

As Eric slashed downward, the room lit up like day.

Everyone closed their eyes to avoid the damage caused by the bright light.

Boom!

Darkness collides with light.

A huge force was generated.

Harry and Draco were shocked by this force and fainted without resistance.

Dumbledore took out his Elder Wand.

It was difficult to maintain the illusion spell on the three people.

Wait until everything is calm again.

There was no longer Voldemort in the room.

Only a trace of black smoke like rain fell from mid-air.