My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 105 Destroying the Magic Stone

Morris felt that Quirrell really had a special connection with his skeletal unicorn.

All told, this is the third time the unicorn has knocked Quirrell away.

Absolutely!

In the previous room, Maurice had been thinking about how to get through the two flames.

Since there was really no good way, he simply gave up thinking and used magic instead of his brain. He used the Bone Summoning Spell to make himself a suit of armor and forced his way through.

It must be said that the armor's heat insulation performance was quite excellent; the scorching flames did not cause him the slightest discomfort.

Then, while Harry and Quirrell were fighting, he summoned the skeletal unicorn and ambushed Quirrell.

At that moment, Maurice dismounted and walked up to Quirrell.

The other person collapsed to the ground, their body contorted in an unnatural position, their eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, already lifeless.

Seeing this, Maurice flipped him over.

There was still a trace of life remaining on the face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Voldemort stared intently at Maurice, uttering a hoarse, strained voice: "Who are you?"

"Guess~" Morris said cheerfully.

He was now completely hidden inside bone armor, and Voldemort could not see his face at all.

Then he naturally had nothing to worry about and could indulge in his revelry as he pleased.

Voldemort suddenly said in a daze, "Give me the stone in that boy's pocket over there, and I can give you anything you want."

Morris felt a strange, bewitching power.

Ah, as expected of Voldemort, he can still cast spells even at a time like this.

However, for Morris, this kind of mental attack was completely ineffective.

So, Morris smiled and raised his foot, stomping hard on the back of Quirrell's head.

comfortable.

Anyway, the other party doesn't know who he is.

He's probably the first person in the world to dare treat the Dark Lord like that.

This kick didn't cause much damage, but it was extremely insulting.

Voldemort instantly flew into a rage, "How—how—dare!"

However, he no longer had the vitality to maintain this state.

That roar, filled with humiliation, exhausted his last bit of energy.

Voldemort's face blurred and disintegrated instantly, leaving only a charred and ugly back of his head, and then he remained motionless.

Morris turned and walked toward Harry, then knelt down to examine him.

He's still alive, just unconscious—that's to be expected.

How could the savior possibly die in a place like this?

You agree, right, Headmaster Dumbledore?

Harry's pocket was bulging; the Philosopher's Stone must have been inside.

Morris did not immediately reach for the Philosopher's Stone, but instead turned his gaze to the seemingly empty wall to the side.

The flow of magic there gave him a strange feeling.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore," he said suddenly. "I see you over there."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air by the wall spread out like ripples on the surface of water, and a tall figure slowly emerged.

Once fully revealed himself, Dumbledore gave a faint smile. "Good evening, Maurice. But if I may, I'd prefer to be called Professor."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"When did you find me?"

"Just now," Morris answered truthfully, removing his bone armor to reveal his face, "as you know, I am very sensitive to magic."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then slowly walked to the skeletal unicorn and examined it carefully.

The skeletal unicorn took a step back, flames flickering in its eye sockets.

Dumbledore exclaimed, "I have never seen such a magical creature—or rather, magical construct?"

"It is my friend," Morris replied calmly, stepping forward and gently patting the unicorn's cold neck.

The skeletal unicorn quieted down and rubbed its head against his palm.

Dumbledore observed the details of this interaction and asked, "Does it have its own consciousness?"

"Yes," Morris said with a hint of regret, "but unfortunately, it's not a living thing, and it has no soul."

Dumbledore seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly said, "The unicorns certainly wouldn't want to see the bones of their own kind come to life."

Morris paused, then asked cautiously, "Do you mind if I do this?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "That's not what I meant... Let's get down to business, Maurice. Are you here to help Harry?"

His gaze shifted to Harry, who lay unconscious on the ground.

"Oh, yes, but I'd also like to see what the legendary Philosopher's Stone looks like."

Morris walked up to Harry, conjured a soft cushion for him, and then carefully took the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket.

The deep red stone lay in my palm, radiating a warm luster even in the dim room.

Morris examined it closely.

The pinnacle of alchemy, granting the ability to turn lead into gold and achieve immortality.

Unfortunately, he didn't know much about alchemy.

In his eyes, the stone was nothing more than a stone containing a great deal of magic.

There's nothing magical about it.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone, Maurice," Dumbledore said gently but firmly, "I'm planning to destroy it."

"Destroy it?" Morris handed over the Philosopher's Stone, tilting his head.

"Yes," Dumbledore said, taking the Philosopher's Stone. "The power contained in this stone is beyond your imagination; it will bring disaster. I spoke with its creator, and we both agreed that destroying it is the best course of action right now."

Destroy the magic stone?

Morris hadn't expected Dumbledore to choose to do this.

In his view, it was like burning down a library full of rare ancient books.

Can't understand.

"You are a truly great man," Morris exclaimed.

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said.

"Can I witness the moment the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed?" Morris asked.

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the other party to say that.

He looked down at the deep red stone in his hand, then looked up at Maurice. "Why would you have this idea?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Morris said very relaxed. "I just find it moving to witness the end of a great magical artifact."

Dumbledore stared at him, as if trying to see through something.

“That’s interesting,” Morris shrugged, and continued, “whether it’s creation or destruction, beginning or end.”

"The birth of the Philosopher's Stone must have been an exciting process, so its end, if it truly is an end, should be equally spectacular. Isn't it worth witnessing with your own eyes?"

Dumbledore laughed.

"Let's see," he said, his tone suddenly becoming lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. "Let's witness this moment together."

Morris was somewhat surprised. "Now? Here?"

"Why not?" Dumbledore slowly raised the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.