Chapter 225: The Destroyed Philosopher's Stone?
Chapter 225: The Destroyed Philosopher's Stone?
Voldemort seemed eager to witness Kyle being caught by Dumbledore while crafting the soul artifact.
Or, in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to research soul artifacts within Hogwarts, he would undoubtedly be discovered.
"There's no need for you to worry, Professor," Kyle carefully put away the not-so-large parchment.
Voldemort's words couldn't be fully trusted; apart from himself, no one else knew whether the content on the parchment was true or false. It could only be said that most of it was likely genuine.
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"What did you just say... Professor?" Voldemort's expression was somewhat peculiar.
"After all, you taught me some things..." Kyle stated matter-of-factly, "Regardless, I should call you Professor."
"Heh, a foolish charade..."
Voldemort sneered, "Do you think I'll let you off just like that, you smart-aleck?"
"Enjoy your days ahead, I'll be back eventually."
"I'll find you, no matter how many soul artifacts you create, I'll dig them out, you... can't escape!"
"Then you'd better search carefully, my dear Professor," Kyle laughed.
At this moment, the black flame that had previously gone out reignited, indicating that someone else had entered the room.
"Perfect timing."
Kyle took out another bottle of potion and held it in his hand, then retrieved his invisibility cloak.
"Tell me... how did you manage it..." Voldemort, looking weak, gazed at Kyle, his voice growing softer, "Knowing that Quirrell bears my mark... and being able to wait here in advance..."
"It's not hard to guess, Professor," Kyle said swiftly, "Soul artifacts, unicorn blood, the Elixir of Life... when you combine these, the answer becomes obvious."
"As for why I was able to arrive here early... I have Mr. Potter... cough cough, Mr. Potter, to thank."
...
Soon, the black magic fire suddenly flickered, and a figure slowly emerged from within.
Harry had expected to see Snape or even Voldemort, but it was neither.
There was only one person crawling on the ground...
Beside him lay a familiar scarf, belonging to Professor Quirrell.
"Professor?" Harry cautiously approached, but after taking just a few steps, he was horrified to discover that Quirrell's head was adorned with a hideous and terrifying face.
Harry felt a chill down his spine, and he instinctively retreated, wanting to return to the warmth of the castle.
But when he thought of Voldemort possibly obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, he stopped.
He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have fainted, and the face on the back of his head had its eyes closed, although its lips were slightly parted as if whispering something, yet no sound emerged.
Harry was curious but dared not approach.
He cautiously maneuvered around Quirrell.
It was only then that he noticed something else beside him—the very same Erised Mirror he had seen before.
"So, Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here," Harry whispered.
Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't resist taking a peek.
"There's nothing around here, perhaps the Philosopher's Stone is hidden inside..." he thought, then promptly approached the mirror.
This time, there was no one else, and he only saw his own reflection in the mirror, initially pale and fearful, but within a moment, a smile appeared.
The Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took something out, blinked, and then put it back into his pocket.
Harry was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend what his mirror image was up to... Was it asking for money?
Just then, a bright red stone suddenly dropped from behind the mirror.
"Philosopher's Stone!" Harry exclaimed, quickly bending down to pick it up.
However, Harry didn't notice that as he uttered the words "Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell, behind him, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
As Harry examined the stone, Quirrell had already wobbled to his feet.
"Philosopher's Stone... haha... Philosopher's Stone..." he murmured, bowing his head.
Harry was startled and quickly turned around, hiding the stone behind him.
"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"
But Quirrell didn't intend to snatch it; instead, he started laughing and extended his hand.
"Go to hell... haha, go to hell!"
Tiny flames began to appear around them, and in an instant, these flames ignited fiercely, gathering together to form a giant eagle made of fire.
The temperature in the room kept rising, and if this continued, it wouldn't be long before the flames filled the entire room.
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"Stop it!"
Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing more flames.
Blisters started to form on Quirrell's arm, but he seemed impervious to the pain and grabbed Harry back, attempting to drag him into the flames.
"It's all because of you... because of you... let's die together..."
Harry felt a searing pain in his scar, as if his head was about to split in two... He went black... He could only hear Quirrell's resentful screams.
There were also voices shouting, "Potter! Potter!"
But perhaps these were just illusions in his mind.
Harry's consciousness grew weaker, and vaguely, he saw that the Philosopher's Stone he had been holding had fallen to the ground at some point and was quickly devoured by the flames.
"No..." Harry murmured in despair, trying to break free from Quirrell's arm.
To his surprise, he found that he had succeeded.
The pain in his forehead subsided, and as Harry regained consciousness, he was about to rush into the flames to search for the stone when someone stopped him.
"This is Fiendfyre, you'll die!"
"Kay, Kyle?" Harry looked at the newcomer in astonishment. "What are you doing here!"
"No time to explain..." Kyle frowned.
He admitted that he had been a bit careless.
He had seen Quirrell wake up but hadn't stopped him.
He had thought that Quirrell was just having a deathbed hallucination and was getting up to ask Harry for his last meal. He didn't expect that even in such a state, he could still cast Fiendfyre without a wand.
What a tough life! Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and an orange light gradually lit up on his wand.
But before he could prepare for the next step, the Fiendfyre in the room suddenly disappeared.
"Looks like I arrived just in time."
Dumbledore appeared at the door, not even holding a wand, but with just a flick of his fingers, he dispersed the surrounding Fiendfyre.
"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to say something.
Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's talk about these later, Harry. You need to rest now."
As he spoke, his blue eyes remained fixed on Kyle, seemingly surprised.
(End of Chapter)
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