The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

In fact, Harry didn't know how to separate Professor Quirrell from Voldemort. His use of the Illumination spell was basically limited to combat and his own training. If he were to actually use it on someone else, Harry felt that Professor Quirrell would definitely not die peacefully.

"So, Professor, is there anything else you'd like to say before you die?"

Harry asked in advance, looking at Professor Quirrell, whose face was already turning pale from blood loss. Even if he didn't intervene, Professor Quirrell wouldn't receive effective treatment in this environment. In addition, he had already drunk unicorn blood and was half-dead. Harry really couldn't think of any possibility that Professor Quirrell could survive.

"No, child, I have nothing more to say... Reid, I never imagined you would become..."

After Quirrell discovered that the Dark Lord who had been oppressing him had quieted down, he revealed a hearty smile, as if Professor Quirrell's mindset had become much more relaxed after knowing that he was destined not to survive.

"Is that so? Anyway, thank you for everything you taught me. But things have already come to this, and all I can promise you is a quiet and painless death."

Red sighed. He didn't have a particular opinion of Professor Quirrell, since the professor did have some real teachings, even if they were mostly black magic and such, but that was enough for him.

"That's enough... Besides that, I have one more wish..."

Quirrell's face grew paler, the intense physical pain contorting his features, but his tone remained calm.

"I know, I know... Professor Quirrell died in the fight against Voldemort and his remaining followers. He was a victim."

After Red said that, Harry couldn't help but nod. At least Professor Quirrell hadn't caused him any trouble or impact; on the contrary, he had given him many opportunities.

"Professor, you're likely to be in excruciating pain right now... please bear with it."

Harry produced a short dagger and slowly plunged it into Quirrell's flesh. Professor Quirrell's eyes widened; the excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but he didn't. He felt as if he were being burned.

"That's it... Harry, while Refinement and Ascension can't be used entirely for purification, it's perfectly possible to remove that pathetic remnant soul as an impurity."

Harry nodded seriously. He looked at Red, who was like a ghost beside him, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, simple. It's just astral projection, right? It won't have any effect in the short term... What kind of look is that? You'll be dealing with similar techniques in the future. Don't worry, the Colonel's faction has far more technology than you think. They are one of the creators of the art of war."

Reid sighed, and the next moment he returned to his body. Harry's method of recasting the stone soldiers was a bit crude, but the idea was simply genius for an eleven-year-old. Now Reid began to wonder if the Colonel and the Lionsmith really had the blood of Harry flowing through his veins.

After returning to his body, he slowly walked to the final room. It was obvious that Dumbledore had arrived behind him, but it didn't matter. He was confident that Harry could accomplish what he wanted before Dumbledore actually arrived. The headmaster's tricks were not so easy to fool, but at least for now they could make things a little more perfect.

"Harry!!! You damned bastard!!!"

Voldemort's voice roared, and Voldemort, who had been separated from Quirrell's body, roared angrily with an incredulous expression. However, Harry's expression did not change much. He just quietly glanced at Professor Quirrell, who could no longer speak, and took his hand.

May you close your eyes in peace.

Harry consciously took on the role of a priest caring for the dying. He slowly closed Professor Quirrell's eyes. After removing Voldemort, Professor Quirrell's life had come to an end. Harry could even say that Professor Quirrell was holding on to his last breath to allow him to complete this crude soul-removal surgery. Perhaps, as Red said, Professor Quirrell longed for a clean death.

"Ah, I knew this guy was pathetic, like a maggot, he can't even swear properly."

Red picked at his ear, pushed open the door, and saw Voldemort's angry expression, which looked very intimidating, but that was all it was—intimidating.

"I swear on this..."

Harry suddenly looked up and stood up. He looked at Voldemort with a gaze that even made Voldemort feel a sense of fear.

"I swear to the Colonel, I will hunt Voldemort to the last breath, with patience, cunning, and death, until the very end!"

Harry touched his scar, the anger still burning within him. How could Voldemort still be spouting nonsense when Professor Quirrell was dead? This hateful guy had taken so many innocent lives without a shred of emotion, treating the lives of his own kind like weeds. Voldemort should no longer be considered a human being; he should be the 'prey' on the Colonel's hunting list.

"I swear to the lion maker!"

Even Red was somewhat surprised that Harry uttered a second vow after his first one.

"I will fight on forever until Voldemort and his remaining Death Eaters are completely wiped out, and my rage will forever be ablaze upon these villains!"

The boiling blood gradually cooled, and the burning scars gradually calmed down, but Harry's vow was by no means in vain. He gripped the sword tightly, and Voldemort's soul trembled. It even truly felt death approaching.

"No, what is that?! What are you?!"

Voldemort's soul slowly retreated, trying to escape; even though it was destined to dissipate, it still did not want to die like this.

"My name is Harry Potter, and I will hunt down and destroy you damned creatures forever, one after another... until the very end!"

Harry gripped his sword, severed Voldemort's soul, and silently watched it dissipate.

"Red... I think I'm a little..."

"Sleep well, our dear headmaster is on his way. He'll handle everything. Well done, Harry."

Red helped Harry up, making his fall look a little more graceful. This was a feat unique to Harry, and Red wouldn't peek or take it for himself; he was happy to see it happen.