When Damon entered the room on the fourth floor corridor, there was already a harp.
It seemed that Quirrell had already gone in.
Damon opened the trapdoor and cast the armor to protect himself. The fire dragon Norbert, who had cast the shrinking spell, lay on his chest - if there was any accident that Damon could not resist, it would not hesitate to break the shrinking spell to protect Damon.
Damon entered the room under the trapdoor again.
Everything here was still intact, which made him a little curious - he didn't want to ruin the experience of the three little ones, so he didn't solve these defenses.
Why was Quirrell so honest? Was he afraid that destroying the arrangement here would cause an alarm?
Passing through four defenses in turn, Damon came to the final room quietly and saw Professor Quirrell scratching his head at the rock base in the center.
"Stupid, someone is coming! Pay attention to your back, it's that damn kid!"
A disgusting and sticky voice suddenly sounded behind Quirrell. He turned around quickly and saw Damon holding a wand.
"Professor Quirrell, are you entangled by some disgusting bug? Do you need help?"
"It's you!" Quirrell said in astonishment, his facial features twisted like a demon in the next second, "You have hurt me like this, and you dare to show up here?!"
He clenched his wand tightly, and was about to launch an attack, but suddenly heard a voice behind his head ordering:
"Stop, Quirrell, let me talk to him."
Quirrell's ferocious expression suddenly stopped, he stared at Damon with his eyes wide open and panting, but he didn't do anything.
Suddenly, his tense body relaxed, and he took off the scarf on his head without saying a word.
The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around on the spot, revealing Voldemort's surprisingly ugly face.
"Oh - this is so disgusting!"
Damon waved his left hand in front of his nose, as if he smelled some kind of stench.
Voldemort was not angered by him, but laughed:
"Seeing me like this, you are not afraid at all, do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know, a loser." Damon waved the tip of his wand and laughed, "I don't want to talk to a parasite, Quirrell, if you don't do it, then I will do it first."
Seeing that he was about to wave his wand, Voldemort felt contempt and shouted angrily, "You dare to look down on the great Dark Lord, I will make you pay the price!"
His ugly face suddenly left Quirrell's brain and rushed towards Damon like a ghost. His voice hovered in the sky, like the howling of a demon, "Quirrel, kill him!"
Quirrell turned around as he wished, "Yes! Master!" He waved his wand and cast the Unforgivable Curse. The terrifying green light shot out directly from the tip of the wand!
Bang!
The green light was blocked by the suddenly rising rock seat, and the ground at Quirrell's feet silently turned into spikes, piercing his ankle!
Quirrell tapped the ground with his wand, and the spikes turned into two hounds that leaped out of the ground, roaring and rushing towards the child in front.
But on the contrary, Voldemort's ghost was already wailing and fleeing back throughout the stone chamber! The white divine light that Quirrell would never forget appeared again!
"Sagitta Divinus!"
"Sanguinem Vince!"
Quirrell's healed wounds on his body cracked again at this moment, bleeding!
The blood turned into sticky silk threads that quickly took shape, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blood net that completely imprisoned the white light in front of Damon.
This unstoppable attack was interrupted just like that.
"Do you think the great Dark Lord will be unprepared after suffering a great loss? Hahaha~"
Voldemort's soul returned to Quirrell's body and laughed.
Quirrell, with a pale face and a distorted and hideous expression, walked towards Damon step by step.
"Now let's see how you can still resist me!"
"I will return the pain you brought to me tenfold, a hundredfold. Do you know how it feels to be heartbroken? You will soon be able to taste it!"
Damon looked at the laughing Voldemort and Quirrell with a strange expression.
"This spell is very interesting, but why do you think I only have this one spell to use?"
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Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smile on Quirrell's face disappeared.
In the semi-enclosed stone chamber, the air suddenly surged like a river!
Quirrell's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was in a mess when he saw the terrifying source of magic power that was constantly showing its magic power in front of him!
"Stop him!"
Voldemort roared, and Quirrell waved his wand in a hurry, but it was too late.
The stone chamber, which was half the size of the Quidditch field, was completely transformed at this moment!
Spikes with cold light pierced out from the deformed walls, the sky was collapsing, and the ground was deforming and rising in the tremor. The entire stone chamber instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, and there was no escape!
Spikes densely covered every space in the room, like a big mouth opening and closing, quickly pressing the space where Quirrell was from four directions, swallowing every space where he stood.
Quirrell waved his wand desperately, trying to seize the dominant position of the transformation, but it was impossible to achieve it. What scared him even more was that the magic power in his body was being lost at an extremely extreme speed!
"Although I have never learned anything useful in your class, let me teach you, Professor Quirrell."
"To change a transformed object whose essence has been changed, the magic power required is dozens of times that of a normal transformation. It
would be faster for you to cast a killing curse on yourself than to compete with a master of Transfiguration for the dominant position of transformation."
"Idiot! Use the Fiendish Fire Curse! Burn him to death!"
Amid Voldemort's roar, Quirrell's last shelter was also covered with spikes, accompanied by the upper and lower left and right pairs of sharp teeth biting, "Shh!" The flesh was pierced by the spikes, and blood splattered.
"Oh, this scene is a bit restricted."
Damon looked at the blood coffin room stained with red, and his left hand blocked his eyes in this state, "unbearing" to look directly.
"Hateful little devil! How dare you! How dare you!"
The voice of the ghost penetrated the stone chamber and echoed throughout the room, but because of the brain occlusion technique, Voldemort could not have even the slightest influence on Damon's soul.
In the midst of pain and helplessness, his voice disappeared into the sky - after this failure, our Dark Lord will have to live a dark life in the forest of Albania again.
"Huh."
Damon exhaled lightly and waved his wand gently.
The large amount of magic power remaining in the outside world was taken back by him, the deformation was lifted, and the whole stone chamber became empty again.
Quirrell's body was like a piece of minced meat at this time, sinking weakly to the ground.
"What should I do with this?"
Damon looked at Quirrell's body, thinking about whether to use a spell to transfer him away, or to give this lost villain a burial place.
At this moment, the stone platform shook slightly, and the arrangement left by Dumbledore was triggered.
"What's the situation, so unintelligent?"
Looking at the fake Philosopher's Stone that was reassembled, Damon walked over and picked it up.
Fishing is over, and this fake Philosopher's Stone should be asked by Dumbledore how to deal with it - if it doesn't work, it shouldn't be a big problem for him to play with it?
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of violent footsteps behind him.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared behind him, contrary to their usual behavior. Seeing Damon holding the Philosopher's Stone, they looked surprised.
"Damon?"
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