My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 104 Harry and the White Knight

Sure enough, at dinner that day, Harry, Harry, and Maurice found him looking somber.

"We've decided that Snape will make his move on the Philosopher's Stone tonight," he said. "Before that, we must get our hands on it."

Morris took a bite of his pie and asked, "Have you found a way to deal with Cerberus?"

“That’s right,” Harry said. “All we need to do is play some music for it, that’s easy.”

It looks like the time to act will be tonight, Morris thought.

Things are finally getting interesting.

He immediately said, "I'll go with you."

However, Harry shook his head upon hearing this. "I can't let you take too much of a risk, Maurice. Besides, we need someone to keep an eye on Snape for us."

Hermione added, "Harry said you used the Disillusionment Charm very well. You just need to make a lot of trouble for Snape when he goes out at night. Make some noise, even if it only delays him for a few minutes."

"Of course, your most important thing is to make sure you don't get caught. If you get caught sneaking out at night, Ravenclaw will have no chance of winning the House Cup. Your scores are very close to Slytherin's, aren't they?"

Ron patted his chest. "Leave the more dangerous stuff to us, Morris."

His tone carried a hint of tragic grandeur.

So Maurice took on the task of delaying Snape.

But he knew in his heart that he didn't need to do anything.

Because it wasn't Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but Quirrell.

At 11 p.m., seeing that it was almost time, Maurice cast the Disillusionment Charm and walked out of Ravenclaw's common room.

Instead of following Harry's plan to watch over Snape and cause him trouble, he quietly headed straight for the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor.

Stopping in the room where the three-headed dog was kept, Maurice noticed that the door was ajar.

Without hesitation, he immediately used his Shadow Concealment Technique to sneak inside.

Inside the room, the enormous three-headed dog was still there, with a harp at its feet.

Besides, the trapdoor was open, clearly indicating that Harry and the others did not have the good habit of closing doors behind them.

Morris followed the shadows, passed through the devil's web, and arrived at the room filled with flying keys.

The room's mechanism had clearly been solved, as the door to the next room was already open.

Harry and his group moved very quickly.

Morris continued onward.

In the chessboard room, he sensed Ron lying on the ground.

Once out of the shadows, Maurice quickly went to Ron's side to check on him carefully, only to find that the man was merely unconscious.

The cause is likely a blunt object striking the brain.

It's worth mentioning that the force of this blow was just right, enough to knock Ron unconscious for a while, but not to cause serious permanent damage.

Next is the troll's room.

The giant was lifeless and clearly dead. The cause of death was most likely a curse, probably the work of Quirrell.

Just as he was examining the troll, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps rang out.

Morris immediately used the Disillusionment Charm.

Hermione suddenly rushed out, brushing past him, still muttering, "Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Dumbledore..."

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It looks like they went to ask for help.

Morris stood at the door for a while, waiting until Hermione's footsteps had completely disappeared before entering the next room.

But that's it.

A purple flame appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

Morris pondered for a moment, but couldn't come up with the old method.

Rushing straight in is definitely not realistic, and the Shadow Concealment Technique is also unusable.

What should we do?

Meanwhile, in the last room, Harry is confronting Quirrell.

The situation is extremely serious.

Although the Philosopher's Stone was already in his trouser pocket, pressed tightly against his thigh, Quirrell had already realized something was wrong.

No, that's not Quirrell anymore.

Because Quirrell was talking to him with the back of his head.

And embedded in the back of that head was a pale face.

The face looked as if it had been carved from wax, with narrow eyes and two thin slits in its nostrils, like a venomous snake, incredibly eerie.

Voldemort.

Harry felt the scar on his forehead throbbing more and more, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

"Grab him!"

Voldemort shrieked.

Quirrell pounced on him, knocking him to the ground, straddling him, and grabbing his throat tightly with both hands.

This behavior is nothing like that of a wizard; it's more like that of a maddened beast.

Just as Harry thought he was about to suffocate, Quirrell suddenly let out a terrible scream, abruptly released his grip, and fell backward.

Harry seized the opportunity to scramble back, panting heavily, and stared at Quirrell in astonishment.

The other person's palms were covered with terrible blisters and swelling.

"Use your Killing Curse, you fool!" Voldemort roared. "I taught you!"

Harry's brain was spinning rapidly in agony.

If he uses a wand, he, a first-year student, has absolutely no chance of winning.

What should I do?!

Harry, in a fit of rage, let out a low growl and lunged at Quirrell.

He figured it out. Although he didn't know the exact principle, he knew that whenever he touched Quirrell, Quirrell would feel pain.

This is his only chance to win.

Quirrell had just taken out his wand and hadn't even had a chance to use his magic when Harry grabbed his arm.

For a moment, the two were entangled together.

"Ugh—" Quirrell cried out in pain, trying to shake Harry off, but Harry clung to him like an octopus.

At the same time, the pain from the scar on Harry's forehead intensified, almost tearing his consciousness apart.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

Only this one voice echoed in Harry's mind.

However, Quirrell, with his size advantage, quickly gained the upper hand and pinned him to the ground, where he could only do his best to pull on Quirrell's neck and arms.

Just at this time.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded, and then Harry felt the weight on his body suddenly disappear.

Quirrell was violently shoved from the side by something and crashed heavily into the wall several meters away, where he fell silent.

Ha used his last bit of strength to lift his head.

Then, he saw a scene that he couldn't understand, yet chilled him to the bone.

Not far in front of him, a knight covered in hideous white armor stood silently, riding a strange skeletal horse.

Harry opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and darkness quickly filled the edges of his vision.

"Well...

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He groaned and then completely lost consciousness.