The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The chess pieces carved out of stone were motionless, and neither was Ron on the black stone horse.

His mind began to replay memories about the mysterious, wrong, Voldemort.

According to his parents, he was born in a turbulent era, when he always had to run away from Death Eaters. But he was too young at that time and had no memory.

When he remembered, the turmoil had ended, and his brothers would not mention what happened back then. Sometimes George and Fred would be scolded by their mother if they mentioned that name.

Father, mother, and Aunt Muriel, these adults always look horrified when they hear the name Voldemort. Aunt Muriel would still look around, just in case anyone heard her.

As time passed, even he felt that that name was some kind of vicious curse, as if he would die if he uttered it.

But now, as he sat on the cold stone horse, waiting for the arrival of Voldemort, he felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Ron watched as the wisps of black mist continued to dissipate, spreading across the entire chessboard and getting thicker and thicker.

Voldemort stepped into the room unhurriedly, holding the wand between the first knuckle of his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger, with his elbow slightly bent in front of him, his posture elegant and dignified.

He stood outside the chessboard and glanced between the chess pieces.

As Ron sat on the horse, he could hear his heart relaxing, then contracting hard, pumping blood into the stiff blood vessels and muscles.

thump!

thump!

The magic power in the body is full like never before.

Voldemort slowly opened his mouth, as if talking to himself, "Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is still so superb. Even I can't compare to her in the field of Transfiguration."

Ron sat on his horse and said nothing.

It turns out that these chess pieces were made by Professor McGonagall using the transfiguration technique. Unfortunately, I probably won't have the chance to learn it again.

Voldemort twisted his neck, turned his scarlet eyes to Ron, and said softly, "Oh, poor fool, you were abandoned by your friends. They left you here alone to die, right?"

He spoke with great interest. Anyone who spent a few years in the forests of Albania, talking only to snakes all day long, would have become very talkative.

Ron still said nothing.

"Come, join me, I will bring you infinite glory." Voldemort grinned.

The moment he stepped onto the chessboard, Ron gave his answer.

"Attack!"

For a moment, no matter the black chess or the white chess, whether it was the queen or the soldier, except for the black knight on the edge, all the stone statues on the chessboard came to life, and all the chess pieces rushed towards Voldemort.

"Stupid." Voldemort still maintained his dignified posture and sneered hoarsely.

He waved Quirrell's wand, shattering a stone statue with each swing, and walked towards Ron unstoppably.

The soldier swung his swords and was shattered.

The bishop raised his scepter and it was shattered.

The chariot struck and was shattered.

In the end, Voldemort walked across the chessboard unscathed and stood in front of the Black Knight, the only surviving piece on the chessboard.

Ron was riding on the horse, looking down at this ugly face with a firm voice, "Knight! Charge!"

The black stone war horse raised its hooves high and was about to step down.

Voldemort tapped the base of the chess piece with his wand. Countless small cracks spread from the base of the stone statue and gradually covered the whole body of the stone statue.

Damn it, it's really scary.

Ron grinned and said softly: "General."

boom!

The stone statue exploded, and Ron's body was thrown away, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

His whole body was covered with wounds caused by flying stones, and blood was flowing along the ground. Blood oozed from the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and there was only a buzzing in the ears.

Various colors merged in front of his eyes, and eventually all the colors faded away, and nothing could be seen clearly, it was dim and blurry.

Ron's hands trembled and he pulled at the ground, trying to support his broken body to stand up, but he only lost strength and fell down again and again. Splashing in a pool of blood.

"Stupid Gryffindor." Voldemort looked at this scene and smiled happily. Without stopping, he walked into the next room.

The door was pushed open and closed with a bang.

Ron's eyes were unfocused, and the movement of his struggle gradually became fainter, until he no longer had any strength and lost consciousness.

Broken stones were scattered on the chessboard, and the lights in the room went out and suddenly became dark.

A bright red flame lit up on Ron's shoulder, and a phoenix with intertwined gold and red feathers emerged from the flames.

Fox looked at the little man in the pool of blood, and pressed his face affectionately against Ron's, tears streaming from his eyes.

Phoenix's tears touched Ron's body and melted into his wounds. Ripples spread out like water, and each wound emitted a soft red light.

Some mysterious changes are taking place in the new blood and muscles.

Fox raised his head and screamed towards an open space for a while, as if he was accusing someone of being unreliable.

"Okay, hurry up and bring Loren. Harry and Hermione need his help." An old voice sounded.

Fox became even more angry, and after teaching an old man a lesson for a while, flames rose from his body and disappeared.

Dumbledore appeared, looking at the rubble and blood scattered on the ground, he gently shook his sleeves.

Some invisible force made Ron lean against the wall and clean the blood and dust off his body.

Dumbledore looked at Ron's red hair with gentle eyes, and then fell into some worry, muttering: "I wonder if Arthur and Molly will scold me."

Hogwarts basement.

Loren was hesitating outside Snape's office, wondering whether to talk to Snape. This dilemma has been going on for quite some time.

Not far in front of him, a flame suddenly appeared, with gold and red intertwined.

Loren leaned in curiously, observing the flames. The flames surged with a "pop" sound, wrapping him in the fireworks and disappearing in an instant.

The door to the Potions office suddenly opened, and Snape looked at the place where Loren had just disappeared, with a gloomy expression, "Dumbledore, what on earth are you playing!"

On the other side, Harry and Hermione were in despair.

At the end of the corridor, where they jumped down, a large net of plants and vines tightly covered the exit, covered with black mist.

Neither the gentle blue flame nor the fiery flame spell can open a way out.

The black fog in the room gradually thickened, not only the vines above the head, but also the black fog around the corners of the corridor. There are various signs that Voldemort is coming.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Harry fell into self-blame.

He suddenly thought of something and looked up at Hermione, "Leave me to Voldemort."

He was full of hope, "Give me to Voldemort, and hurry up and inform Professor McGonagall. We still have hope before he is completely resurrected!"

Hermione listened to Harry's plan with an expressionless face. She helped Harry to the corner and put him down. "What you said may make sense."

"But I'm a Gryffindor."

The first-grade little witch stretched out her hand and tucked her loose and fluffy hair behind her ears along her neck.

She held the wand made of grapevine wood and the core of the dragon's nerve wand, and stood in the middle of the corridor. Watching the black fog getting thicker and thicker, waiting for the arrival of the most powerful Dark Lord.

Although she was always ridiculed for being a book reader, no one in the entire Hogwarts, from students to professors, could deny that she was always smart. Smart people certainly know which options are more beneficial and which ones make sense.

After the Halloween troll incident, everyone was saying that Hermione had the quick wit to trap the troll with planks of wood and flames. If the planks hadn't been insufficient, she could have dealt with the troll by herself.

She saw Ron dying recklessly to attract the troll's attention and trying to open a way out for them, and she saw Harry dying towards death and breaking through the troll's defense.

Only she was hiding in the back.

Afterwards, Hermione looked through all the troll-related books in the library. She knew that the troll was clumsy, knew that the troll's nostrils and eyes were the weakest in protection, and knew every weakness of the troll.

But the clearer it becomes, the more profound the scene from that night becomes.

She was afraid of facing the troll, but facing the Dark Lord who was comparable to Dumbledore, she stood up.

Hermione's mind went over every spell she had ever learned, every key point in a duel: attack, avoidance, breathing and rhythm.

They heard slow footsteps in the empty corridor, and Voldemort gradually came into their sight.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth split open, like a snake splitting its mouth, as if a forked tongue would spit out at any moment. He was laughing, laughing at the witch's overestimation.

But he didn't speak. The mudblood didn't deserve to speak.

Hermione asked herself: "Gryffindor? Who isn't?"

Hermione tried to smile, but couldn't, and finally gave up on the idea. She stood sideways, raised her arms, and pointed the wand directly at the opposite side, "[All petrified]"

The tip of the wand lit up, and a white binding spell beam roared out.

Quirrell's body was weak, his soul and life had been sucked away by evil spirits for a long time, but under the stimulation of unicorn blood, the last bit of potential was squeezed out.

And the one who controls this power is him, the most powerful dark wizard in hundreds of years, Voldemort.

Voldemort raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and flicked his wand.

The invisible shock wave shattered the light of the magic spell and hit the little witch with undiminished power.

"[Armor Protection]"

Hermione only had time to hurriedly open an iron armor charm to block it in front. The transparent barrier was instantly shattered, and the wand flew out of her hand.

The huge force penetrated the girl's weak body, and her whole body was lifted up.

"snort!"

Hermione groaned, and her vision blurred for a while. When she came to her senses, her legs and feet were already stuck in the devil's net above the corridor, and her upper body was hanging upside down. Thanks to her previous sideways position, Hermione was not directly facing the center of the shock wave and was not fatally injured.

The devil's net was contaminated by the black mist and had long since lost its vitality. But even with such a dead branch, Hermione couldn't break free. She closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at the scene below.

Voldemort walked straight towards Harry without looking at the witch above him.

"Harry Potter, don't seek death. I can give you a chance."

Voldemort stopped to ensure that Harry could not suddenly leap up and attack, and looked at Harry from a distance, "Be my lord, and give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't even think about it!" Harry scolded. He took a breath and stood up with one hand on the wall.

"Ho-ho-!" Voldemort's smile seemed to be emptying the air from his lungs, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Be brave, just like your parents."

"So, tell me, do you want to see your parents again?"

This sentence completely ignited the anger in Harry's eyes. He gritted his teeth and stared at Voldemort's ugly face. He hid one hand behind his back and squeezed the fingers of the wand until his flesh turned white.

"You and I join forces, and I can bring them back to life for a small price, right in your pocket."

Voldemort kept his distance and paced back and forth, "Don't be fooled by Dumbledore. There is no good or evil in the world. There is only power and people who are unable to seize power."

Harry waved his arm vigorously, anger and hatred poured into the wand along with the magic power, "[All turned to stone]"

The tip of the wand emits a blazing milky white light, a thick beam of light, whizzing towards Voldemort.

"Silly trick."

This kind of sneak attack was indeed just a trick to Voldemort. He raised his wand casually and built a colorless barrier in front of him to resist this beam of magical light.

The continuous milky white beam impacted on the colorless and transparent barrier, and bits and pieces of energy escaped, flashing pure white light in the dim corridor.

The power of Harry's spell is far beyond the level of his peers.

"Brilliant, just like I was back then."

Voldemort looked at the spell Harry cast and was very satisfied. He advised, "Don't be bound by Dumbledore's hypocritical face. Together, you and I can accomplish earth-shattering things."

Severe pain tortured Harry's head, and he felt like someone was using a chisel to dig into his skull at the location of the scar on his forehead.

"Delusion!" Harry shouted.

"Stupid!" Voldemort stopped holding back and increased the output of his magic power.

The barrier turned into a colorless and invisible force that collided with Harry's curse beam, and sporadic sparks burst out where the two met.

Harry watched the light of the curse gradually approaching him, the wind stirred up by the collision of magic blowing on his face, and his hair was messy. The pain in his forehead and body tortured his nerves all the time. The pressure of the curse was getting bigger and bigger, and he was about to be unable to bear it.

"I asked you to play together without me." A joking voice sounded.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Immediately afterwards, another beam of magic light lit up and merged with Harry's, temporarily withstanding the impact.

"Loren!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise as she was being hung, holding back tears.

Harry turned his head and watched with equal surprise as Loren slowly walked up to him from behind.

Loren was very confused. As soon as he came out, he saw two people playing against each other, and Harry was about to lose.

Shouldn't the correct plot be that Harry rushes forward, slaps Voldemort in the face and wipes him out?

Did Dumbledore change the script?

Without thinking too much, he just pushed forward.

Voldemort was a little surprised as to how Loren had appeared. He looked around and found no other adult wizards around him. A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face, "Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Although the life offered by the unicorn is cursed, anything involving life and death contains powerful magic. As Voldemort's words fell, the collision of magic escalated again, and the collision point that sputtered sparks approached them.

Harry felt the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket getting hot. Without thinking, he subconsciously stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Loren's back.

The surging magic power surged out from the Philosopher's Stone, passing through Harry's body like a wave and entering Loren's body.

The two of them felt a warm current envelope their bodies, and their blood, muscles, and bones all glowed with powerful vitality.

The pure white cursed rainbow light became thicker at the same time, crushing towards Voldemort.

Harry had a feeling that if his body hadn't been unable to bear it, the energy of the Sorcerer's Stone would have been even more powerful.

"Damn it!" Voldemort looked like he was going crazy. He squeezed out every bit of energy, magic, flesh, life, and soul from this body.

"Lord, Master, I can't bear it anymore." Quirrell's painful moans came from behind.

"Give everything you have to me and I will give you eternal life!"

I don't know if Quirrell agreed, but Loren and Harry on the opposite side saw a burst of black smoke coming from behind Voldemort. Quirrell's voice disappeared.

The surrounding black mist gradually closed in, and Voldemort's colorless spell power turned into pure black.

The little advantage Loren and Harry had just gained was instantly overturned, and the intersection point of the magic beam slowly approached the two of them.

The surging energy splashed onto the surrounding walls like magma of different colors. The white light hit the wall, and the masonry was shattered into pieces. The black light hit the wall, and the masonry was corroded and turned into liquid.

Dying?

Harry saw the curse getting closer and closer. He gathered some strength and stretched out his hand to push Loren away.

Loren on the side didn't think too much. He just felt that he had suffered a big loss this time. He should have stayed in the infirmary for a week without running away.

As for whether he will die?

He still felt that Dumbledore must be watching somewhere and would not put their lives in danger.

Harry's hand reached for Loren and felt some kind of stiff fabric that didn't look like clothing. He looked down and saw that the Sorting Hat had appeared between him and Loren at some point. He was putting his hand on the brim of the Sorting Hat.

Loren remembered something for a moment. He turned the Sorting Hat over with one hand, revealing the hilt inlaid with red gems.

He reached out and took out the sword.

"Gryffindor's sword?" Voldemort seemed amused, "Are you going to throw it over and kill me?"

The two sides were several meters apart, and Loren couldn't fly a sword at a hundred steps. Throwing it was basically equivalent to giving up the weapon.

Seeing the curse coming, danger is approaching.

Loren threw the sword upwards, "Hermione!"

At this moment, the rich black magic power and the milky white petrification spell collided in the not so spacious corridor, and the light of magic light illuminated the dim corridor. The escaping energy easily destroyed the stone walls on both sides.

Hermione heard her name and raised her eyes to look at the sword. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. The whole world slowed down in her eyes, became silent, and became dim.

Only the sword shone faintly. Ruby inlaid on the hilt, silver blade, Godric Gryffindor engraved under the hilt.

The sword is the sword of thousands of years ago, and the man is the man of today.

But this person is just a first-year little witch who dares to take action against the most powerful dark wizard. "Brave and fearless, regardless of one's own safety" Baojian upheld the will passed down for thousands of years and recognized this witch.

Hermione stretched out her hand, waited for the hilt of the sword to fall into her hand, and then held it tightly. The sword suddenly glowed with silvery white light.

She had read the history of Hogwarts. In that distant and ancient history, the sword forged by goblins achieved immortal feats in the hands of Godric Gryffindor.

Kill so that the goblin kingdom does not dare to covet the sword, kill so that evil wizards do not dare to invade Hogwarts, and create a clear land for young wizards to study without worry.

She had heard about this sword, but she didn't know its power or what magical effects it had.

Before taking the sword, she didn't know what to do, but when she held the sword in her hand, all her confusion disappeared, leaving only one thought.

This sword must have killed many people like Voldemort.

Thinking of this, a strange force flowed into Hermione's body along the sword, like the sun shining on her body, and she could no longer feel the pain on her body.

Naturally, as if she knew how to use a sword, she twisted her wrist and used the sharp edge of the sword to cut through the surrounding devil's net. Only one leg was left clamped in the devil's net, hanging her body from the ceiling.

The downward gravity and the sinking feeling of her body were insignificant, and Hermione's other foot fell on the vine.

When she held the sword upright in front of her, silvery white light covered her pupils, as if the light of the sword was reflected in her eyes, or as if it was emanating from the eyes themselves.

Taking off with bent legs, the girl held the sword and shot towards Voldemort.

"cut!"

The sword made of silver trembled slightly, flashing with silver-white light, and passed through instantly without any hindrance.

This was followed by Loren and Harry's surging pure white spells, which knocked Voldemort away.

Quirrell's body flew in the air and began to shatter along a diagonal line from his neck to his waist. No blood flowed out, it was scattered on the ground like fine sand.

Hermione squatted on the ground, holding the sword horizontally by her side.

Seeing that the enemy had dissipated, her tense nerves relaxed and she breathed out, no longer able to hold the sword. Let it fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Loren!" The little witch stood up and hugged Loren. She hugged Loren tightly and had too many things to say.

A black soul emerged from Quirrell's remains. It was incorporeal and passed through Harry's body like a ghost. It passed through the devil's net above and disappeared.

Harry's head felt as if it had been pierced by a chisel. Severe pain spread from his forehead throughout his body. He fainted on the spot before he could even cry out in pain.