"...What is it, Harry?...What is this place?" Kaisen, his face flushed, still holding half a glass of wine, appeared before Harry like that, though his tipsy mind hadn't recalled the occasion on which he'd given out that ender pearl.
Harry pointed with difficulty in Quirrell's direction.
Kaisen turned to look. Quirrell was clutching his wand, trembling, while Kaisen drank the remaining half-glass of wine and casually tossed the cup to the floor.
Crack!
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Curse of Vanishing!"
Accompanying the sound of the glass shattering, there was no extra communication between the two upon meeting. Kaisen didn't even have time to glance at Harry beside him or Neville in the corner. An Enchanting Table appeared in his hand, and a Curse of Vanishing swiftly countered the incoming Avada Kedavra.
"Curse of Flames!" Quirrell once again resorted to his old trick. A raging fire quickly transformed into a giant snake and rushed over, but unfortunately, this time the fire's effect was even less potent than last time in the Forbidden Forest.
Kaisen clapped his hands together, and instantly the entire Chamber of Secrets was filled with azure water source blocks.
Kaisen could move normally in the water source blocks for a full fourteen seconds, and could survive for up to twenty-seven seconds if it went on longer.
Within those twenty seconds, dismembering Quirrell, who didn't even dare to open his mouth for fear of choking on water, was incredibly simple.
As for Harry and Neville, who were also submerged.
Facing a formidable enemy, one naturally couldn't be timid. The enemy must be eliminated first. As long as he pushed himself, within twenty seconds!
Kaisen's eyes sharpened. Four ender crystals flew towards Quirrell in succession. Although they didn't cause much damage in the water, the shockwave made Quirrell drink his fill.
At this moment, Quirrell, suffering internal injuries from the shockwave, continuously vomited bright red blood, which floated in the water like smoke drifting in the air.
"Come on, you'll like this guy."
A verdant Creeper head was summoned by him and, without a word, was directly placed over Quirrell's head. Then, a long, black sword appeared.
Swish swish swish swish!
After slicing Quirrell into cylindrical pieces with four strikes, he collected all the water in the room.
"Cough cough cough! Professor Kaisen, where's Quirrell?" Harry struggled to stand up, wiping his face, and asked with some lingering fear.
"Over there, stay away. I'm going to check on Neville." Kaisen looked at the unconscious Neville, quickly pulled out a sponge, squatted in front of Neville, and without a word, shoved the sponge into Neville's mouth.
"Ha! Ha!!!!"
After the water in his lungs was sucked out, he jolted awake and sat up, his eyes looking forward with some horror.
Kaisen suddenly entered his field of vision, patting his back and comforting him: "It's alright, it's alright."
His hands didn't stop, pulling a small bottle of Dittany from his pocket and applying it to Neville's facial wounds.
"Where's Harry? Are you alright?"
Harry rubbed his stomach: "I don't think there's anything… Hiss…"
Kaisen bent down and picked up Quirrell: "You two hurry to Madam Pomfrey's. I need to go to Dumbledore's!"
"Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts."
"Then I'll go with you to the Medical Wing first." Kaisen said, waving his hand, letting Quirrell float behind him. Then he picked up Harry, who couldn't even walk steadily, by the waist, holding him horizontally at his side.
The three, plus a Creeper, returned the way they came. When they reached Snape's logic puzzle, Kaisen glanced at the Potion bottles on the table.
"I remember there wasn't enough Potion here for all three of us to pass…" Kaisen forcefully extinguished the flames. As he walked to the small table where the Potions were placed, he suddenly noticed a crucial detail.
"No, there should have been three bottles of fire-resistance Potion at that time. A large bottle should have been drunk by Quirrell, and Neville and I drank the other two bottles," Harry said.
"But Severus only placed one bottle of Potion when he set up this challenge."
The air fell silent. The Little Wizards didn't react much, but Kaisen had a vague guess.
"Forget it, let's get out of here first."
He dismissed these two vague guesses and continued walking outside. He picked up the unconscious Ron on the giant chessboard. It wasn't until Kaisen built blocks to pass through the trapdoor and returned to the classroom with Cerberus that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he saw Hermione and a white-bearded old man looking at them with smiles.
"Dumbledore, watch this guy. I'll take them to the Medical Wing." Kaisen handed the floating Quirrell behind him to Dumbledore, while he himself, with Harry in his left hand, Ron in his right, and Neville and the quickly following Hermione behind him, walked towards the Medical Wing.
Upon arriving at the Medical Wing and confirming that the three Little Wizards had only suffered physical injuries and would be fine after drinking a Potion and sleeping for a night, Kaisen confidently went to the Headmaster's office.
"Oh, Kaisen, you're finally back. Is anything wrong with them?"
"They're all just superficial injuries." Kaisen looked at Dumbledore in the office and the Quirrell lying in the corner.
"What do you plan to do with this guy?"
"I've already sent word to the Ministry of Magic. They'll send someone over very soon."
"Alright, before that." Kaisen said, stepping on Quirrell's chest, then reaching out to grab the Creeper head on Quirrell's head, and with a pull, yanked it off.
"Regarding your elaborate plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, I express my profound affirmation, so I'm here to show you something good."
He reached into Quirrell's pocket and pulled out the fake Philosopher's Stone 2.0 that he had produced.
"Remember it? The one I made for you…"
Dumbledore, seeing this, was also happy to indulge Kaisen's mischievousness and quickly retrieved the fake Philosopher's Stone 1.0 hidden in the mirror of erised.
"Look, both are fakes. This is the result of all your elaborate efforts."
"Kaisen, may you die a horrible death!" Quirrell snarled through gritted teeth.
"The fact is, I will continue to live, and you, you won't last much longer."
Soon, Minister for Magic Fudge walked in through the school gate with two Aurors.
Upon arriving at the Headmaster's office, the two Aurors immediately stood like statues, while Fudge smiled and nodded amiably towards Dumbledore and Kaisen, showing no sign of his initial desire to lock Kaisen in Azkaban for two months to cool down.
"What a face." Kaisen pouted a little, somewhat petty.
Fudge's face remained plastered with a smile, as if he hadn't heard anything, nodding towards Dumbledore and pointing to Quirrell on the ground.
"I never thought that the Professor who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts Class to the Little Wizards for nearly a semester would be a Dark Wizard, Dumbledore. How could you make such a basic mistake?"
"Perhaps you really should have listened to my advice and let the Ministry of Magic at Hogwarts…"
Fudge was interrupted by Dumbledore before he could finish: "This is no ordinary Dark Wizard. Look at the face on the back of his head. That's Lord Voldemort."
Fudge's jovial face suddenly stiffened.
"What did you say, Dumbledore?"
"That's Lord Voldemort."
"No… Dumbledore, you're truly senile. You-Know-Who is dead," Fudge said, shaking his head frantically.
--+--
T/N: Although I'm an inexperienced Editor, I do have a Patreon account! Although it seems like I don't have many supporters right now, my webnovel will be released in full every day, and the advanced chapters will be uploaded to Patreon.
It may not be worth it now, but who knows, it might be different in the future. Who knows!
patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ
If you want to see it, then why not?