Hogwarts' Golden Glory

"Imagine," Voldemort continued, "that after I'm resurrected, by my side you can learn five times more dark magic than Dumbledore did! I will absolutely make you more powerful than any Dark Lord..."

Then Quirrell kicked Draco, who was sitting at his feet, and flipped him over.

"And your dear brother will return to Mal Manor unharmed, and I wouldn't mind taking him along to learn dark magic!"

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Everyone was waiting for Kane's answer.

"There's no time, Kane. Master needs your answer."

Quirrell said obsequiously, but his wand pressed threateningly against Draco's temple.

Harry knew he couldn't give the Philosopher's Stone to the other party.

However, he was also very worried about Draco's safety.

Kane suddenly smiled and stepped forward.

"That sounds fair."

A smile began to appear in Voldemort's eyes.

Sure enough, no one can resist these temptations.

Harry wanted to stop him, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Moreover, Voldemort has already used Draco to threaten Kane, so Draco's safety is definitely the most important thing right now.

He could only place his hopes on Hermione, hoping she could bring the professor as soon as possible.

Kane stood in front of the Mirror of Eris, then suddenly turned to Quirrell and said, "But I have one condition."

"Heal Draco first." Kane looked at Draco on the ground. "The curse on him is devouring his life force... I can see it."

Quirrell's body suddenly trembled violently, and Voldemort seemed to be considering something.

Soon, a beam of green light shot out from the snake's mouth and enveloped Draco.

The boy's breathing began to steady.

"Satisfied?" Voldemort's voice held a hint of impatience. "Now, give me the stone!"

Kane stared into the magic mirror.

Kane's reflection appeared in the mirror, along with a room.

That's Professor Old's office.

In the office, two old men were sitting together, looking at the other side of the mirror.

Kane, in the mirror, was holding a Philosopher's Stone.

"I saw it."

Kane spoke softly, slowly extending his right hand toward the mirror.

Meanwhile, Kane in the mirror extended the Philosopher's Stone from his hand.

The two old men followed the magic stone to the other side of the mirror.

"What are you doing? Give me the magic stone right now!"

"Voldemort said in a stern voice."

He already sensed that something was wrong.

The following scene confirmed his conjecture.

The two blurry figures gradually became clearer.

Dumbledore, with his long, silvery beard, stood on the left, while on his right was Professor Alder, who hadn't been able to understand Voldemort even after a whole semester.

"Good evening, Mr. Quirrell. Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Tom is also here."

Dumbledore greeted Voldemort gently.

"It seems you've forgotten my advice again: excessive obsession with immortality will ultimately lead to your own downfall."

Voldemort's snake-like face turned deathly pale. "Impossible! How could you?"

Although he knew it was a trap, he didn't expect the other party to actually appear directly from the magic mirror!

Quirrell's body suddenly began to convulse violently.

At this moment, Quirrell also began to panic, "Master, don't leave me!"

Quirrell used to be eager for Voldemort to leave, but things are different now.

His identity had been discovered, and if he were caught, he would definitely be sent to Azkaban!

Kane seized the fleeting opportunity, instantly casting a spell to pull Draco sharply to his side.

"No! You damned beast!"

It turns out that Quirrell trapped Voldemort inside his own body!

Voldemort now absolutely hates Quirrell!

As his subordinate, he failed to complete a single task he asked the other party to do.

Now you want to drag him down!

"Master, I have another way!"

Quirrell said, quickly running to Harry's side and pointing his wand at Harry!

Harry had no way to escape at this point.

They could only be pointed at by the other's magic wand.

Quirrell's eyes flashed with a fierce light!

"Don't move!" Quirrell pressed his wand firmly against Harry's temple.

The voice was distorted and changed due to extreme tension.

"Or I'll kill Potter right now!"

Voldemort's voice rang out from the back of his head.

"Useless trash! You worthless bastard!"

"Master, I still have value!" Quirrell's hands clenched violently, the tip of his wand leaving a scratch on Harry's skin.

However, the three people opposite Quirrell did not react at all!

They all stood still, their eyes revealing no emotion.

"You...you don't care whether he lives or dies?"

Quirrell's hands trembled even more violently, and his wand drew a bloody line across Harry's forehead.

Voldemort's remnant spirit hissed shrilly behind Quirrell's head: "Fools! They're bluffing!"

Dumbledore sighed softly: "Quirinus, I suggest you put down your wand."

"Shut up!" Quirrell screamed hysterically. "Master, let me prove my worth!"

Black mist suddenly poured out from Quirrell's seven orifices, and Voldemort's remnant soul completely took over the body.

Harry felt the wand pressed against his temple grow scorching hot, and Voldemort's voice squeezed out of Quirrell's throat: "Avada Kedavra—"

At that critical moment, Harry instinctively reached out and grabbed Quirrell's wrist.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Quirrell's screams echoed throughout the stone chamber.

His skin began to smoke and rot the moment it came into contact with Harry, as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

Voldemort's remnant soul surged wildly from Quirrell's body, and a heart-wrenching scream echoed from within the black mist: "Damn power!"

Quirrell knelt on the ground, watching in horror as his hands curled up and carbonized like burning paper.

He struggled to grab Harry, but only hastened his own destruction—every touch brought more intense corrosion.

"Master...save me..."

Quirrell reached out his hand into the swirling black mist in the air, but froze the next second.

His eyeballs began to melt, and two streams of bloody tears flowed down his cheeks.

Voldemort's remnant soul twisted and hovered in the air: "Useless trash!"

The black mist rushed towards Harry, attempting to attack his soul.

However, upon touching the other party, one experiences a burning sensation.

Harry also fainted from the shock.

"Love, Tom," Dumbledore whispered, "is always the most powerful magic."

Professor Olde suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of silver light shot out from his fingertips.

He pinned Voldemort's remnant soul in mid-air: "Farewell, my most failed student."

Dumbledore's wand lit up simultaneously, and silver chains flew out from it, intertwining with Professor Ald's magic to form a net.

Voldemort's remnant spirit struggled within the silver net, letting out a dying roar: "You can't kill me... I'll... return..."

The silver net tightened suddenly, accompanied by a piercing explosion, and the black mist shattered into countless fragments, eventually dissipating into the air.

Quirrell's body had long since turned into a charred shell, remaining in a terrifying crawling posture.