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“If you don’t want your best friend to die a horrible death right now, Harry, go pull that lever over there.”

Harry roared, "Stealing the Philosopher's Stone wasn't enough for you? You dare to kill someone?"

These wise words silenced both Voldemort and Kane. In the end, Voldemort put down his wand, which he was drawing runes with, and began to remove the turban from his head.

Soon, that pale, noseless face came into Harry's view.

Kane remained completely bewildered, curiously observing Quirrell's suddenly stunned face.

"Hiss..." To be honest, he was also a little interested in watching.

Voldemort quickly granted his wish. As Voldemort's neck turned 180 degrees like an owl, Voldemort's face was completely exposed to him.

"...I still prefer Professor Quirrell's face, to be honest, why don't you switch back?" Kane said somewhat awkwardly.

Voldemort ignored Kane's perfectly reasonable but somewhat offensive request and instead looked at Harry.

“Now, dear Harry, the greatest Dark Lord in history, who has slaughtered more than three hundred people in the wizarding world, requests that you pull the lever over there, or I will kill your friend.”

As Voldemort spoke, he placed his wand near Kane's neck, the tip of which began to shimmer with a faint green light.

"Now, go!"

Harry swallowed hard, though most people called him the hero who defeated Voldemort, the boy who survived.

But when the real Dark Lord appeared before him, he truly didn't know what to do.

After all, no one would ask an eleven-year-old to take on a terrorist one-on-one; no one would be that insane.

"Harry, didn't you hear me?" Voldemort's wand tip suddenly crackled with a ghastly green arc of electricity. To be honest, although he had ways to avoid death, no one would like this feeling.

Especially now that Death is lurking in some unknown corner, watching him, it's not impossible that Voldemort's wand might suddenly go off at any moment.

No, it's not that it's impossible, it's very likely, even inevitable!

Kane stared at Voldemort's wand tip, which had suddenly turned a ghastly green, and took a large step back. With a roaring sound, the ghastly green beam struck the floor, igniting a burst of green flames.

The four people in the Chamber of Secrets were all terrified. Voldemort was the first to react and naturally accepted the situation. After all, he was now using Quirrell's wand, and it was understandable that his control was unstable. He even used this accident to continue threatening Harry.

"Look, Harry, if you don't..."

Voldemort was speaking when he suddenly felt something cold pierce his body. Looking down, he saw that Kane had somehow plunged his dagger-shaped wand into his ribcage.

Moreover, the exposed crystal on top has already begun to emit light.

boom!

With a burst of magical energy, Voldemort violently flung Kane and his wand away, preventing the tragedy of some unknown curse erupting within him.

"Kane, I admit, I underestimated you," Voldemort said, as if sighing, after sending Kane and Harry flying far away.

“You are much more decisive than I thought. I didn’t have the determination to kill at eleven. Although I was wrong in judging your relationship with Dumbledore before, I was surprisingly accurate in knowing that you are a born bad seed.”

As Voldemort spoke these words, the wound on his chest healed instantly, leaving not a single scar.

"How about it, Kane?" Voldemort asked, as if showing off his body to Kane, his arms outstretched, showing no fear that Kane might suddenly attack and hurt him again.

And in fact, that's exactly what Kane did.

As the marble floor of the secret chamber abruptly turned into a blackish-gray swamp, one purple tentacle after another surged out and lashed at Voldemort's armor.

Unfortunately, this pure physical damage did not do much harm to Voldemort.

Harry was filled with despair at the sight, but Voldemort was a different story. He felt a strange sense of pleasure as he looked into Harry's despairing eyes.

"Is that all you've got, Kane? Is this your weak and ineffective approach? Well, I'll have to lower my opinion of you then," Voldemort said with elegance and composure.

Voldemort could have continued to be so elegant and composed.

Until Kane slashed a shadow blade across him, Voldemort naturally assumed it was just another child's play spell, and without even dodging, he took the hit as if it were one of those tentacles.

Then there was a loud bang.

Thanks to Voldemort's highly protective armor, he was struck by the Shadow Blade but did not shatter; instead, he was embedded in the wall.

Harry's mouth formed a big "O" as he watched this scene. He looked at Kane in shock and thought, "I know you're amazing, but isn't this level of amazing a bit off?"

Voldemort had a similar mentality.

This is no longer the combat power level of an ordinary junior wizard, is it?

Voldemort's eyes widened as he watched the second shadow blade strike, followed by a crisp sound.

His own armor was cracked.

The third blow came when his armor shattered completely, exposing his physical body to the approaching Kane.

Kane raised his wand, but this time it wasn't a sudden, flying shadow blade. Instead, the wand began to transform, and abstract shadows gathered in his hand, forming a jet-black blade, which he was about to slash at Voldemort.

stop!

If Voldemort had said this without any real knowledge, Kane would have definitely killed him without hesitation. But now Voldemort has something in his hands. He has somehow managed to control Harry with the Summoning Charm, and the Killing Curse can be released whenever he wants.

"Kane, you are too good. I never thought you could do this with just three spells."

“You’re very capable, but now, Kane, you have to listen to me.” Voldemort looked at Kane with a twisted smile: “Perhaps I shouldn’t be so perfectionist. I may not be able to have both the Philosopher’s Stone and you, so I’ll take the Philosopher’s Stone. Now, Kane, pull the lever.”

Kane pursed his lips into a thin line: "Of course."

After saying that, he put his wand in his pocket, walked toward Maxwell's Gate, and pulled the lever without the slightest hesitation.

With a deafening roar, Maxwell's Gate opened, and as vortexes resembling child's scribbles appeared in the junk-like door frame, shadowy tentacles surged out, lunging straight at Voldemort.

"Goodbye Voldemort, go play house with Piglet in the Eternal Realm." Kane said, summoning a toad that used its tongue to retrieve the piglet from Voldemort's hand, then waved his hand.

Sayonara.

After Kane finished speaking, he took out his hammer, waiting for Voldemort to be completely banished before smashing Maxwell's Gate with it.

However, an unexpected situation occurred.

With a loud shout from Voldemort, his body, or rather Quirrell's body, exploded with a bang!

"Old Maxwell? What's going on?" Kane called out to Maxwell in shock.

“His soul still has an anchor point in this world, I can’t pull it in,” Maxwell quickly explained.

"Anchor point? Does that mean he's still in the real world?" Kane asked hastily.

"Obviously."

"And what about Quirrell?" Kane then asked.

“Dead. Utterly dead, because this… Voldemort’s soul and Quirrell’s soul and body reached a very high degree of fusion, so when I tried to pull him into the Eternal Realm, because his soul had an anchor point in the real world, there was a struggle process. In the end, Quirrell’s body couldn’t withstand this struggle and… exploded in the real world,” Maxwell explained.

“...I think I understand. Quirrell is dead, and Tom is nowhere to be found, so this door is useless now.” Kane said, taking the hammer and walking forward.

“Wait a minute, I have a gift for you,” Maxwell interrupted.

"What gift?" Kane asked, and a bone with eyes, thrown from the Maxwell Gate, struck Kane on the head with a thud, thus answering the question.

The moment Kane picked up the bone, a four-legged pumpkin hopped out of Maxwell's Gate and pounced on Kane.

boom!

With another loud boom, the entire Maxwell Gate suddenly burst into flames of black fire, and then exploded with a bang.

Kane was unharmed; his timely use of Shadow Armor only caused him to stumble back two steps. Harry, however, suffered the same fate as Voldemort, being slammed against the wall of the Chamber of Secrets—a truly miserable sight.

"Ah, all of this has finally settled down, Kane." Dumbledore appeared in the secret chamber at some point and stood behind Kane, using the flames to plow the fragments of the Maxwell Gate on the ground again and again.

"Is it over?" Kane frowned. He remembered Maxwell saying that Voldemort had another anchor point in this world.

"Well, that's all for now. Let's go, Kane. We should have a talk." Dumbledore said, picking up Harry from the corner and placing him on his shoulder. He then reached out to Kane with his other hand. With a loud bang, the three of them twisted and disappeared in an instant.

Chester, who looks like a pumpkin with four legs: ? ? ?

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Old Mike, you'll always be the most authoritative one.

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore took out two bottles of beverages, one red and one light: "Pepsi or Coca-Cola?"

Kane thought for a moment: "Iced Coke."

Dumbledore: "........OK".

Soon, a glass of ice-cold cola was placed in front of Kane.

"Ah, overall, it was a very good ending. You and Harry weren't injured at all. Harry will probably wake up tomorrow morning. Quirrell's death was very thorough," Dumbledore remarked.

“Not really,” Kane raised an eyebrow. “If the plan had gone smoothly, Quirrell wouldn’t have exploded.”

Dumbledore looked at Kane with an encouraging gaze, and the latter made no attempt to hide his feelings.

"If the plan had gone smoothly, Quirrell and... Tom would have been pulled to the other side of that door, but the end result was an explosion."

"So?" Dumbledore asked patiently.

“So Tom has a way of preventing him from leaving this world. Of course, I don’t know if this counts as a means or a form of confinement,” Kane explained.

"Ah."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and unconsciously rubbed his hands together. "Mind telling me how you know all this? Of course, mainly about that door."

Kane pursed his lips, glanced down at the eye bone in his hand, and after much deliberation, decided that there was no need to tell Dumbledore about the secret of the Eternal Realm.

The two remained locked in this stalemate for less than ten seconds when Dumbledore suddenly chuckled and said, "Don't mind Kane. I was being presumptuous this time. After all, we've only known each other for less than a year, and most importantly, everyone has their own secrets. It would be very impolite of me to pry into such things without permission, wouldn't it?"

Kane nodded: "Indeed."

"I thought you'd give me a way out," Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

"Then should I apologize to you?"

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Please don't. So, is there anything you want to ask me?"

"No, to be honest, if you hadn't brought me here, I'd probably be sleeping in my dorm right now," Kane said quietly.

“Then we won’t bother you any longer. But did we leave your little pet in the secret room?” Dumbledore asked.

“Its name is Chester, but I’m also curious. Logically, it should have followed me here by now… No, I have to find it before I go to sleep.” Kane said as he left the headmaster’s office, intending to take his Chester… Of course, Kane still preferred to call it Little Pumpkin.

Now Kane's task is to find his little pumpkin.

However, just as he stepped out of the headmaster's office, Ron and Hermione appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him.

"Kane? What exactly happened to you in there?" Ron asked anxiously. "Why was Harry beaten so badly?"