The cramped room was instantly illuminated by a ghastly green light. Quirrell, who was not unworthy of being chosen by the Dark Demon King, quickly dodged to the side to evade the lethal Avada Kedavra.
However, what he didn't expect was that when the Killing Curse hit the ground, it suddenly split into a green light that shot towards his face.
Caught off guard, Quirrell was hit squarely in the face by the split green light.
Struck by the Avada Lightning Chain, Quirrell fell to the ground with a thud, not even having time to utter a sound.
Harry held his magic wand firmly, pointing it at the lifeless Quirrell on the ground, cautiously approaching.
When the Avada Kedavra split off, he knew that Voldemort still lurked on the back of Quirrell's head, so he dared not be careless.
Upon reaching Quirrell's side, he had no hesitation and once again uttered a spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse hit Quirrell once more; this time, there was no chance for Quirrell to survive.
This was a good habit Harry had developed a century ago. There was once a classmate who, upon defeating a Dark Wizard, let down his guard and was counterattacked by the feigning dead Dark Wizard.
Such a painful lesson was used by Vivi and Cassandra as educational material, constantly admonishing Harry.
For Quirrell, he felt no sympathy.
Aside from craving power and attempting to gain status, there was no reason to collude with a lingering Dark Wizard like Voldemort.
After the follow-up strike, Harry turned to the Mirror of Erised.
What he didn't expect was, this time, instead of the Potter family and his two female classmates, he saw himself in the Mirror of Erised.
The self in the mirror gave him a sly smile, winked, and seemed to be holding a stone.
Could it be... the Magic Stone?
He had once seen this item in Vivi's family library, and it looked exactly like the stone the reflection was holding.
Harry curiously watched the mirror, then saw the reflection place the Magic Stone into its pants pocket.
Simultaneously, he suddenly felt his pocket get heavier as if something had been placed into it.
Magic Stone?!
Harry couldn't believe it; did he get the Magic Stone so easily?
He reached into his pocket, and the cold touch of the Magic Stone made him feel like he was in a dream.
"Harry... Potter..."
A hissing voice rang out, and Harry instantly became alert, rapidly retreating, to find a face appearing in the mirror.
The face was sinister and frightening, seemingly noseless, resembling a terrifying skull.
"Voldemort?" Harry asked uncertainly.
At the same time, he waved his magic wand, drawing a spell's trajectory.
"Revelio!"
A wave rapidly spread out from the tip of the wand in a spherical manner, but the spell failed to detect where the face was hiding.
The face in the mirror smirked eerily and said, "Don't waste your efforts, Harry Potter... I never imagined that we were alike..."
As he said this, the tumult in his heart hadn't subsided.
No, who the hell is the Dark Demon King here?
You're a first-year student, and you start with a Killing Curse, even managing to hit two targets simultaneously?!
If Quirrell hadn't blocked for him, he wouldn't fare well now either.
At the same time, he doubted who this Harry Potter in front of him truly was.
Could it be that someone was disguised using Polyjuice Potion?
Logically, a first-year student couldn't possibly know Avada Kedavra. Even if they did, they wouldn't hit the mark. At most, it would cause an adult wizard a nosebleed, not pose any fatal threat.
Yet this Potter in front of him could hit two people at once, and didn't need to build any emotional momentum to cast a Killing Curse immediately?
Are Hogwarts students so brutal now?
Despite his thoughts, Voldemort's mouth didn't stop.
"I really want Dumbledore to see what kind of person his golden boy is... You're naturally a Dark Wizard. Come, join me, Potter, and let's rule the Magic World and the entire world together, gaining the power of eternal life!"
The face's voice coaxed, trying to entice Harry further: "All you need to do is lend me the Magic Stone in your hand—I know many advanced spells, and I can even help bring your parents back… Child, don't you long for them to be with you as you grow up?"
His target was the Magic Stone in Harry's pocket; as for what Harry truly was, it didn't matter.
"Oh, why should I believe you?" Harry couldn't locate where this face was, so he couldn't deal with it for now, so he sarcastically replied, "I don't think a parasite clinging to the back of someone else's head has such abilities. I think you shouldn't be called the Dark Lord; you should be called the Duck Lord, because you can only quack helplessly like a duck."
The face in the mirror suddenly contorted. He never expected the kid before him to have a mouth as vicious as his spells.
Even Severus Snape, his former underling, wasn't a fraction as sharp-tongued as this kid.
He couldn't fathom how much ridicule he'd face if he were to be mockingly called Duck Lord instead of Dark Lord.