Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 119 The soul fragment dies!

At noon, Harry opened the Marauder's Map and saw that Quirrell was at the end of the fourth floor.

Harry estimated that Quirrell would have entered the last room long ago. He had probably spent the whole morning scratching his head in front of the magic mirror, unable to do anything.

Originally, Harry was not going to pay attention to Voldemort, because this was the only chance to trick Dumbledore into stealing the Philosopher's Stone. This was Voldemort's only chance. Once Dumbledore returned, with his shrewdness, he would definitely be convinced that Quirrell

Something went wrong.

Therefore, whether Voldemort succeeds or not, he must escape from the academy before Dumbledore comes back.

So Harry just needs to wait for Voldemort to escape on his own, so that the college will be clean, there will be no hidden bombs, and Harry won't have to worry about Voldemort doing anything wrong.

But if we just let him run away safely, it seems a little uncomfortable.

I had spent a year paying attention to him, and if I let him go like this, who would pay for the mental damage?

As the biggest beneficiary of the Philosopher's Stone, I always felt that it would be better to say hello to Voldemort. He had worked hard to squat in Hogwarts for a year, and in order to resurrect him, the majestic Dark Lord had to possess a stuttering man.

He was a coward, but also had to be bullied and ridiculed by students. This sad experience is enough to write about.

Harry quietly sneaked into the fourth floor.

The journey was smooth, and all the levels were destroyed by Voldemort.

The old devil planted a tree and Harry took advantage of the shade.

When Harry reached the last door, he stopped suddenly. Although he couldn't see anything in front of him, he felt someone in front of him.

That kind of aura is no different from seeing a person with your own eyes, but it's just a different way of perception.

Relying on his powerful soul, Harry immediately noticed this person.

And its special soul quality makes it feel like a surging fire element, filling the air.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Harry because he had seen it with Dumbledore many times.

Dumbledore was born with a strong affinity for the element of fire, but unfortunately, like Hermione, he knew nothing about the existence of the element and could not feel it at all.

Harry waved into the air and said hello.

After a while, Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged like water waves.

His eyes were surprised.

I have no idea how I was discovered. Could it be that the perfume I wore today exposed me?

But he prefers to believe that this is something special about Harry...

He made a silent gesture.

Harry was puzzled. Dumbledore seemed to have no intention of letting him leave, which was strange.

Since Lao Deng is back and still staying here, he should know who the man in the room is still looking at himself in the mirror narcissistically.

How could he not let himself go?

But since Dumbledore didn't say anything, Harry didn't leave either. He just wanted to see Voldemort.

With the intention of giving him a knife whenever possible, now that Dumbledore is prepared, Voldemort's fate will not be good.

I didn't expect Old Deng to come back so early, and Voldemort didn't know anything about it, and he naively thought that Dumbledore was being fooled by him.

Harry was going to be a crowd pleaser.

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Two voices entered my ears intermittently, one was obedient and urgent, the other was hoarse and unpleasant.

"...Master...now..."

"...Old fox...damn it...it's...too late...there's no way..."

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There was another period of silence, and a new round of attempts was probably started inside.

Dumbledore tightened his grip on his long wand.

Harry knew that the old man was going to take action.

The door was pushed open, and the old man quickly stepped in. His movements were as smooth as if he had caught someone raped countless times.

Old Deng's sonorous voice rang in my ears: "The flames are blazing!"

Then came Quirrell's furious voice: "Armor for protection."

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As Harry ate the watermelon, he thought: How old are you, and you are still fighting like kindergarten children, and you have to shout out the name of each move before you take action? You are not a Saint Seiya.

If I were Lao Deng, I could just turn invisible, put my face in front of my face, hand over a wave of black magic, and then execute another beheading to harvest the remaining blood, there would be no chance for Voldemort to get away with him.

Magic broke out again and again in the room. Dumbledore was still full of energy, but Quirrell's voice gradually weakened.

After all, the Holy Ruins of Quirrell—because of Voldemort.

Harry stretched his head and looked inside, just in time to see Quirrell being hit by a blue light and falling to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Voldemort burst out of him, turning into a thin puff of black smoke, and was about to flee.

He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore with hatred in his eyes, as if he was silently saying: "I will definitely come back."

Dumbledore did not expect such a change. He quickly cast a spell, and a row of red flames burst out, surrounding the room, but Voldemort circled for a moment, and any flame that came into contact with the black smoke immediately became smaller. Voldemort

He laughed proudly twice and rushed towards the door.

Dumbledore looked on, helpless.

As soon as Voldemort rushed out of the door, he saw a cute and handsome blue child standing at the door.

It's him! It's him! My enemy who kills me - Harry Potter.

Voldemort hated him so much. If he hadn't had this child on that night ten years ago, he would have unified the world long ago.

His eyes were full of hatred, and he rushed towards Harry like crazy.

Don't think about what you can do at all.

But Harry looked calm. When Voldemort was about to rush through his body, Harry seemed to turn into a luminous body - in Voldemort's eyes.

Luminous particles exploded one by one, and Voldemort was like a moth rushing towards the flames, only to be met with death and destruction.

He screamed in terror, but it couldn't change anything. The Dark Lord, who had ruled the wizards with darkness and iron-blood for ten years, was no different from a little scoundrel named Peeves at this time.

That faint hint of darkness melts into the light!

Voldemort, die.

Dumbledore looked at this scene, a little dull.

What is going on?

Voldemort is dead?

How could I kill Voldemort so easily? Oh my god, I wasn't ready yet.

The complexity of his heart is beyond words.

He was also curious about the white light on Harry's body just now, but Harry looked at him with an innocent face. "Can you pretend to be more pretending? You were calm just now. Who can show you the panic on your face now? Damn it."

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Dumbledore decided to tell Harry some stories about his parents and the Horcruxes. Originally, he was planning to wait a few more years for Harry to grow up.

But he found that Harry seemed to be Voldemort's nemesis, and Voldemort could not wait to be resurrected.

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