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Chapter 225: The Destroyed Sorcerer's Stone?
Chapter 225: The Destroyed Sorcerer's Stone?
Voldemort seemed eager to see Kyle get caught by Dumbledore while creating his Horcrux. Or, in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to research Horcruxes within Hogwarts, he would undoubtedly be discovered.
"There's no need for you to trouble yourself, Professor," Kyle said, carefully putting away the small piece of parchment.
Voldemort's words couldn't be taken entirely at face value. Aside from himself, no one else knew whether the information on the parchment was true or false. One could only assume that most of it was likely genuine. For now, the content would serve as a decent reference until he obtained the book, Advanced Guide to the Darkest Arts.
"You called me... Professor?" Voldemort's expression turned peculiar.
"After all, you did teach me some things..." Kyle said matter-of-factly. "Regardless, it's only right that I address you as such."
"Hmph, a foolish ploy..." Voldemort sneered. "Do you think this will save you, you clever little fool? Enjoy your remaining days, for I will return one day."
"I will find you. No matter how many Horcruxes you create, I will unearth them, and you... will not escape me!"
"Then you'd better start looking, my dear Professor," Kyle replied with a smile.
At that moment, the extinguished black flames suddenly reignited, indicating that someone else had entered the room.
"Perfect timing," Kyle muttered. He retrieved another vial of potion and his Invisibility Cloak.
"Tell me... how did you do it...?" Voldemort asked weakly, his voice fading. "Knowing Quirrell was carrying me... and then lying in wait here..."
"It wasn't difficult to guess, Professor," Kyle said quickly. "Horcruxes, unicorn blood, Elixir of Life... when you put them all together, the answer becomes clear."
"As for how I arrived here early... well, thanks go to Bella... cough... Mr. Potter."
...
Soon, the black magical fire flickered, and a figure slowly emerged from within.
Harry had expected to see Snape or even Voldemort, but it was neither of them.
There was only one person crawling on the ground in the room...
Next to him lay a familiar scarf—it belonged to Professor Quirrell.
"Professor?" Harry approached cautiously, but after taking only a couple of steps, he was horrified to discover that there was another face growing out of the back of Quirrell's head, a face that was hideous and terrifying.
Harry felt a chill run down his spine, and he instinctively wanted to retreat back to the warmth of the castle.
But the thought of Voldemort possibly obtaining the Sorcerer's Stone made him stop.
He noticed that Professor Quirrell seemed to have fainted, and the face on the back of his head was also closed-eyed, although its lips were moving slightly as if whispering something, but no sound came out.
Harry was curious but dared not go closer.
He carefully stepped around Quirrell.
It was only then that he noticed something standing next to them—the very same Erised mirror he had seen before.
"So this is where Headmaster Dumbledore hid it," Harry muttered to himself.
Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't help but step forward for a closer look.
"There's nothing around, so the Sorcerer's Stone might be hidden inside this mirror..." he thought. And with that, he found himself in front of the mirror once more.
This time, there was no one else reflected in it, only himself. At first, his reflection looked pale and scared, but after a moment, a smile spread across his face.
Just then, there was a clinking sound.
A bright red stone suddenly dropped from behind the mirror.
"The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.
However, Harry didn't notice that as he spoke the words, Quirrell, who was behind him, suddenly opened his eyes.
By the time Harry turned back to examine the stone, Quirrell had already wobbled to his feet.
"The Philosopher's Stone... Haha... the Philosopher's Stone..." he muttered, his head lowered.
Startled, Harry turned and hid the stone behind him. "Don't even think about it. I won't let you have it!"
But Quirrell didn't try to take it. Instead, he started laughing and stretched out his hand.
"Go to hell, all of you... Haha, go to hell!"
Specks of flames began to appear around the room, and in an instant, they ignited into a violent blaze, forming a giant eagle made of fire.
The temperature in the room soared, and if this continued, it wouldn't be long before the flames engulfed everything.
"Stop!"
Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to prevent him from casting more fire.
Blisters started forming on Quirrell's arm, but he seemed impervious to the pain. Instead, he grabbed Harry with his other hand, attempting to drag him into the fire.
"It's all your fault... it's because of you... Let's die together..."
Harry felt his scar throbbing painfully, his head feeling like it was about to split in two... His vision darkened... and all he could hear was Quirrell's resentful scream.
There were other voices shouting, "Potter! Potter!"
However, they might have just been illusions in his mind.
Harry's consciousness was fading, and vaguely, he saw that the stone he had been holding had fallen to the ground at some point, quickly devoured by the flames.
"No..." Harry whispered in despair, trying to break free from Quirrell's grip.
To his surprise, he succeeded.
The pain in his scar eased, and as his consciousness returned, Harry was about to rush into the fire to search for the stone when someone stopped him.
"That's a Blazing Fire. You'll be killed!"
"Kyle? What are you doing here?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"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 assumed that Quirrell was just having a momentary resurgence before kicking the bucket, but he never expected that even in his ghostly state, he would still be able to cast a Blazing Fire spell without a wand.
What a tough life force!
Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and an orange light began to shine from his wand.
But before he could take the next step, the raging fire in the room suddenly disappeared.
"It seems I've arrived just in time."
Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, and without even lifting his wand, he simply moved his fingers to dispel the fire.
"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to speak.
Dumbledore shook his head. "We'll talk about that later, Harry. You need to rest now."
As he spoke, his blue eyes remained fixed on Kyle, a hint of surprise in them.
(End of Chapter)
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