Voldemort, hearing his na spoken from Harry's mouth, let out a spine-chilling laugh.
"So, you know who I am."
Then, without uttering an incantation, he casually waved his wand, and two spells instantly struck the two people beside Harry.
"Hermione! Ron!"
Harry quickly looked at the two, finding that Hermione and Ron had collapsed limply on the ground, motionless.
"What did you do to them!?" Harry's voice was terribly hoarse, with flas of anger seemingly ignited in his green eyes.
He glared fiercely at Voldemort, gripping his wand tightly.
However, Voldemort didn't answer.
He rely waved his wand casually, and Harry's wand flew out of his hand, spinning through the air to one side.
"How pathetic, Potter," Voldemort's cold voice sounded. "Did you think you could oppose ?"
Harry stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently. Hermione and Ron now lay beside him, their fate uncertain.
Voldemort slowly walked to the side of the Mirror of Erised, then pointed his wand at Harry.
Harry felt an invisible force grip his throat, lifting him completely off the ground.
"Look, Potter," with a slight wave of Voldemort's wand, Harry's body was brutally thrown in front of the Mirror of Erised. "Just for tonight, your arrival is actually good news."
Harry barely managed to stand in front of the mirror, his face almost pressed against the cold surface. He struggled to back away, but his feet seed nailed to the spot.
The scene in the mirror gradually beca clear. He saw himself holding a blood-red stone. Without a doubt, that must be the Philosopher's Stone.
Next, Harry saw his reflection in the mirror slyly wink at him, slipping the stone into his pocket.
In reality, Harry instantly felt a weight in his right trouser pocket. The Philosopher's Stone had actually appeared in his pocket!
Naturally, this scene was noticed by Voldemort.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Potter—"
Voldemort's hoarse voice was close by. Harry suddenly felt that coming here tonight might have been a mistake.
Then, Voldemort made a dramatic wave of his wand, and a spell flew out, striking Harry precisely.
Harry felt as if sothing massive had crashed into him.
He was imdiately flipped by this force, flying several ters away. And the Philosopher's Stone, as Harry was thrown, slid out of his pocket and fell next to the unconscious Ron.
Voldemort slowly walked to where the Philosopher's Stone lay, with trembling, cracked hands, he picked up the blood-red Philosopher's Stone, his pupils constricting with wild joy.
Then, he let out an almost manic laugh: "Finally... the Philosopher's Stone... I have returned!"
anwhile, Harry struggled to prop himself up, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
In his hand, he held a small, charred token—the charm token Adrian had given him earlier.
It was this token that had shielded him from Voldemort's recent spell.
Voldemort ca back to his senses and, seeing Harry getting up from the ground, showed a surprised expression.
"Ah, you can still crawl up..." He laughed, looking at Harry. "Let think about what spell to finish you with... Or perhaps you'd prefer to kneel and beg for my rcy. You don't want to end up like your parents, do you? They begged to spare their lives before they died."
Voldemort raised his arm covered in cracks, green light emanating from his wand.
"Avada—Kedavra!"
In Harry's despairing gaze, a green beam shot from Voldemort's wand.
However, this deadly curse didn't hit Harry; instead, it struck the floor beside him, blasting a large hole.
It was Ron and Hermione!
At the instant Voldemort's curse was released, Ron and Hermione, who had been unconscious, suddenly jumped up from the ground.
They lunged at Voldemort, causing his curse to veer off course.
"You—" Voldemort quickly stepped back.
Harry keenly noticed that each ti Voldemort cast a spell, new cracks would appear on his body, or rather, on Quirrell's body.
By now, Voldemort's body was covered densely with cracks.
While Voldemort was retreating, Hermione and Ron quickly ran to Harry's side.
"Run!" Hermione shouted, tugging at Harry's sleeve.
Harry didn't imdiately turn to flee; instead, he took Guru from his pocket and threw it toward Voldemort.
He knew Voldemort wouldn't let them escape easily.
Guru flew to Voldemort, instantly growing to about Harry's height, revealing sharp fangs.
Seeing this, Voldemort couldn't help but laugh coldly: "Useless!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Another green beam shot out, this ti targeting Guru!
Just as the spell was about to touch Guru, Guru shrank its body, and the green light grazed past its head.
Seeing such a close call, Harry couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Voldemort intended to cast another spell.
However, the Killing Curse was a significant burden on his current body. He looked at the cracks covering him and knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Moreover, he had already wasted too much ti. Dumbledore would surely sense when he used the Killing Curse; he might appear at any second.
In this state, he was no match for Dumbledore. No, he had to leave quickly!
After all, he already had the Philosopher's Stone.
Voldemort's body suddenly rose into the air, his black robe rustling behind him, flying toward the entrance behind the three.
"He's trying to escape!"
Harry cried out.
Just as Voldemort was about to pass over Harry, Harry summoned his courage and stepped forward to block Voldemort's path.
To the astonishnt of the three, Voldemort's body suddenly convulsed violently at the mont he was about to touch Harry, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
He fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with cut strings, and the Philosopher's Stone rolled from his fingers, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.
Harry was montarily stunned.
However, Voldemort was not defeated yet. He quickly got up from the ground, looking coldly at Harry: "What did you do!?"
Harry didn't speak, because he actually hadn't done anything.
From his perspective, Voldemort had just flown up to him, scread in agony, and then fallen to the ground.
"Dumbledore will be here soon!" Hermione said bravely from the side.
"Stopping is not a wise choice," Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, pointing it at the three, saying in a low voice: "Although this body can't hold out much longer, eliminating the three of you is no problem at all."
Hearing Voldemort's words, cold sweat instantly poured down the three's backs.
Now was truly a life-or-death mont.
"Avada—"
Voldemort had barely started the incantation when a red spell shot out from behind the three, aiming directly at him.
At the sa ti, Guru opened its mouth wide, flying toward Voldemort's head.
This forced Voldemort to stop his incantation, dodging both the incoming spell and Gurgle.
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