The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 202 Red Stone
This was a good idea. By capturing Harry Potter, Quirrell would have a hostage. With a hostage, he would have a trump card to negotiate with Dumbledore. As for Ada, he could just kill her. The life and death of a small character was irrelevant to the overall situation.

Thinking this way, and doing this, Quirrell rushed towards Harry Potter, the weakest person in the audience. He didn't need to touch Harry Potter, as long as he used his wand to hold the savior, his goal would be achieved.

What is this called? This is called holding the emperor hostage to control the princes. Harry is now the useless Emperor Xian of Han, Quirrell is someone’s wife... No, it’s Prime Minister Cao, and Ada is the unlucky prince who is being controlled.

But Quirrell failed to rush to Harry's side as he wished. He fell flat on his face just halfway through his run. A vine wrapped around his left foot. Everyone knew what would happen if he lost his balance while running. One end of the vine that appeared out of nowhere tightly wrapped around Quirrell's leg, and the other end drilled through the floor tiles and took root downwards.

Quirrell thought he was attacking Harry while Ada was not paying attention, or during a gap in Ada's attack, but in fact, from the moment he had this idea, he stepped into the trap set by Ada.

From the very beginning, Ada was clearly aware that the "powerless" Harry Potter would be used as a breakthrough point. As long as Harry was held hostage, unless she could kill Harry as well, she would have to run away and hand the matter back to Dumbledore.

Ada didn't want to be threatened, but that didn't stop her from using Harry as a trap to trick Quirrell. It would be best if Quirrell could be defeated in one fell swoop. If Quirrell had his eyes on Harry and wanted to control Ada through Harry, then he was crazy. Ada was waiting for the moment when he would take action against Harry.

Ada had absolute confidence and easily defeated Quirrell, whose attention was distracted by Harry. There were no flaws or gaps at all. This was all performed by Ada for him.

The vines that were summoned out of thin air were no longer satisfied with just one foot. While twisting Quirrell's legs upwards, they split towards Quirrell's other leg. Quirrell's legs were soon tightly entangled by the vines, and the only fate waiting for Quirrell was to be strangled by the vines.

Quirrell tried many ways to break free from the vines, which tightly wrapped around him.

Quirrell, who couldn't even stand up, was unwilling to accept his failure. Voldemort, who was equally unwilling, was still roaring "Kill her, kill them".

Quirrell tried a last-ditch effort. He raised his wand, aimed it at Harry, who was not far from him, and whispered, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light belonging to the Killing Curse did not appear, and Harry stood intact not far from Quirrell. Quirrell lost his grip on his wand halfway through the spell, and a strange force made his wand fly out of his hand.

The wand slipped out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and landed at Ada's feet. Ada raised her foot and stepped on Quirrell's wand, breaking it.

As the wand broke with a crisp sound, Quirrell felt hopeless. Even with the wand, he was no match for the freak Ada, and without the wand, he could not make any waves.

Quirrell, lying on the ground, rested his head against the stone slab. He was unwilling to give in. He was unwilling to fail like this. He had not seen the scenery at the peak, nor tasted the glory. How could he fall down like this and be defeated so easily by a fifteen-year-old girl?

Helpless Qi Luo sobbed softly: "Master, what should I do? How can I defeat her, Master, please give me some guidance!"

"Fall unconscious!" Ada did not let Quirrell go. Being kind to the enemy was cruel to herself. Ada's wand did not emit the red light of the Stunning Spell, but a dazzling white light - a spell of liberation, a spell that could not be defended, a spell that could make people sleep for eternity.

When Ada and Quirrell were firing spells at each other, Voldemort on the back of his head realized that the stupid Quirrell was no match for the Mudblood, so he reminded Quirrell to capture Harry.

When Quirrell fell, Voldemort realized that the game was over and he would not be able to get the Philosopher's Stone today. The Mudblood had predicted his prediction.

After the white light appeared, Voldemort simply broke away from Quirrell. He felt the danger of the spell and he didn't want to die here with Quirrell.

First abandoned by Voldemort, then struck by Ada's spell, Quirrell lay quietly on the ground, he was no longer breathing. The only thing still moving on him was the vines wrapped around him. The master Quirrell believed in abandoned him, only the vines remained with him.

Voldemort is now just a remnant soul, no longer the omnipotent dark devil he once was. He cannot help Quirrell deal with Ada, and the same is true after he leaves Quirrell. He can only flee back to the forest of Albania and wait for the next person to find him.

But Voldemort was unwilling to give up. The Philosopher's Stone was within reach, and the chance of resurrection was right in front of him, but he was stopped by the two people in front of him. One was Harry Potter, who had bounced back the Killing Curse and could not be touched, and the other was a Mudblood who appeared from nowhere. Voldemort wanted to kill them, and even skinning them both would not relieve his hatred.

But as a mere remnant soul, he could not do what was once easy for him.

Voldemort's residual soul floated in the air. His soul had long been contaminated by dark magic, and was a heart-pounding black color. His state was like a dark cloud, or a wisp of black misty smoke.

Ada saw the black fog rushing towards her, and there was an unwilling roar in the black fog. She didn't dare to be approached by such black fog, so she waved her magic wand continuously, and the silver light around her body prevented the black fog from approaching.

In this black fog full of malice, Ada seemed to see a face, a face exactly like the one on the back of Quirrell's head.

The black fog that had been unable to approach him changed direction and quickly rushed towards Harry. Harry, who had been standing by for a long time, was unable to stop the black fog from approaching and was pierced through the chest by the black fog. Then the black fog quickly dissipated, leaving only roars echoing in the room. The speed of the black fog was too fast, and Ada had no time to lend a hand to Harry. The black fog had already passed through Harry and disappeared into the underground room. Ada could only watch the "weak and unable to take care of himself" Harry fall softly to the ground.

Ada first checked Quirrell's life and death and the back of his head. Quirrell was already cold, he was not breathing at all, and there was no life in his open eyes. The back of his head was bald, and the face that belonged to Voldemort had disappeared with the departure of the Dark Lord.

Ada walked to Harry's side again. He was still breathing, so he must have fainted. As for whether there were any other problems, Ada didn't know. After all, she was a wizard, not a doctor.

Looking at Harry's bulging trouser pocket, Ada poked it with her wand. It should be the Philosopher's Stone. As expected, Harry passed the test of the mirror and got the Philosopher's Stone.

Ada waved at her pocket, and the Philosopher's Stone flew out of Harry's pocket and fell into Ada's hand.

The Philosopher's Stone that Voldemort had always dreamed of was finally obtained by Ada. Just over a month ago, Ada was still thinking of using the Philosopher's Stone to turn stones into gold, but now she no longer has such an idea.

Without the idea of ​​immortality or the desire to turn stones into gold, the Philosopher's Stone is now just an ordinary red stone to Ada, at best a prettier stone.

After looking at the Philosopher's Stone for a while, Ida stopped looking because she felt it was boring. She sat down next to Harry and threw the Philosopher's Stone into the air again and again. If Nicolas Flamel saw her disrespecting the only Philosopher's Stone in the world, I wonder what Nicolas Flamel, who was 600 years old, would think.

But one thing is certain, that is, Nicolas Flamel would not kill Ada by taking small steps.

When Ada was playing with the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore, who arrived a little late, also entered the underground room. Ada guessed that the old bee should be hiding in a corner, secretly observing everything. If she couldn't deal with Quirrell, the headmaster would appear as a hero.

Now that he had dealt with Quirrell, Dumbledore didn't have to worry anymore. He came so early probably because he was afraid that he would break the Philosopher's Stone and he would have to pay for it.

As for why it wasn't Ada who had to pay the money, I'm sorry, I don't have any money, but I have my life.

Dumbledore squatted down and checked Harry's condition. The knowledgeable headmaster was not a jack of all trades like Ada. He quickly figured out Harry's condition: Harry was fine, but it was better not to force him to wake up. It would be better for him to let him rest for a while.

"How is Quirrell?" asked Dumbledore.

"Dead." Ada threw the Philosopher's Stone back to Dumbledore. "I didn't kill him. Voldemort was faster than me. He was abandoned by Voldemort. He must have died the moment Voldemort left his body."

After thinking for a while, Ada asked: "I saw a black mist, I think that is the residual soul of Voldemort. His departure caused Quirrell's death. Could it be because he took something away from Quirrell?"

Dumbledore walked in front of Quirrell. The creeping vines tied Quirrell's body like a dumpling. Dumbledore's hand gently brushed over the vines, and with his hand, the vines all disappeared. While examining Quirrell's body, Dumbledore said, "The soul has always been mysterious, even more mysterious than the origin of magic.

The ghosts' narrations cannot give wizards an accurate understanding of the soul, because from the day they become ghosts, their understanding of everything will change, and their descriptions of the soul are unconvincing. "

"It's probably not easy to study the soul. It should use life as the research object, right?" Ada asked.

"My guess is similar to yours. There are many studies on the soul in the Dark Arts. In addition, the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic should have research in this area, but I have no idea about their research progress or how they conduct their research." Dumbledore said, "There are too many mysteries in this world. These mysteries cannot be answered by humans in their entire lives."

Ada nodded, she stood up, stretched and prepared to leave.

Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Are you leaving? I thought you were going to ask me why I only cared about Harry and the dead Quirrell, but not you."

Ada turned around and looked at Dumbledore as if he was a fool. This look was something Ada learned from Grindelwald. She said, "I was just sitting there. You can tell whether I was good or not at a glance. Why do you even need to ask?"

"Uh..." Dumbledore had nothing to say, and could only watch Ada walk out of the underground room. Dumbledore could tell at a glance whether Ada was injured, but he should have cared about her. However, he did not say this to Ada. He was waiting for Ada to take the initiative to ask, "Why don't you care about me?"

But not only did Ada not ask this question, she even regarded her deliberate ignorance as normal. Dumbledore felt that the rift between him and Ada was not narrowing, but widening. He regretted taking Ada to see Grindelwald.

Additional chapters, plus an extra chapter, a total of 1+, so sleepy... The big guys in the author group really didn't lie, it's better to have some manuscripts saved...

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