bacchusnovels Chapter 74 It's him, it's him, it's definitely him!
Chapter 74 It's him, it's him, it's definitely him!
Why would you...?
Harry had only spoken halfway through his sentence when Quirrell guessed what he was going to say next.
He sighed deeply, his eyes revealing complex emotions.
“Sometimes,” Quirrell whispered, “it’s not easy to obey the commands of my great wizard—he possesses unparalleled magical power, and I, in this vast magical world, seem so insignificant; my power is utterly negligible compared to his.”
“Wherever I go, he’s with me,” Quirrell said calmly. “I met him while traveling the world. I was a naive young man with a ridiculous idea of good and evil. Voldemort pointed out my mistake. There is no such thing as good or evil, only power, and those who are powerless to attain it… From then on, I served him faithfully, though I disappointed him many times. He was always very strict with me.”
Quirrell suddenly shuddered. "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me... and decided to keep a closer eye on me from then on..."
Quirrell's voice gradually faded into inaudibility as he lowered his head to study the strange mirror intently.
He seemed to have sensed the stupidity of his subordinate.
Voldemort finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke in his hoarse voice, "Use that boy... use that boy..."
When Voldemort's voice rang out, Harry felt an unprecedented pain in the wound on his head.
Yes, that's right.
That's the feeling, that's the sound.
He was trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear, anger, and sorrow.
"Potter, come here." With Quirrell's wave of his hand, the ropes that had bound Harry tightly seemed to feel a sense of liberation and instantly came apart on their own.
Harry slowly straightened up, his heart churning like a stormy sea.
He... seems to know where Voldemort is.
"Come closer," Quirrell commanded again, "Stand in front of the mirror and tell me exactly what you see."
As Harry walked up behind Quirrell, a strange and pungent smell wafted up, seemingly emanating from the scarf on Quirrell's head, further confirming his suspicions.
But what should he do now?
"I have to tell a lie," Harry thought to himself. "I have to look in the mirror first, and then make up a story that will fool him."
Harry took a deep breath, then resolutely stood in front of the mirror, his eyes wide as he stared at his reflection.
At first, he saw a pale and terrified face, but in an instant, a confident smile bloomed on his face.
Harry in the mirror seemed to be rummaging in his pocket, then pulled out a bright red, blood-red stone, blinked, and put it back in his pocket.
Just then, Harry felt something heavy appear in his pocket.
He could hardly believe it—just like that, he had successfully obtained the Philosopher's Stone.
"How's it going?" Quirrell's voice betrayed obvious impatience. "What did you see?"
"I saw Gryffindor win the House Cup," Harry said, his eyes darting around, making up a story. "I—I also saw Professor Sean make me my own wizard card."
In fact, Sean had actually planned to make a custom wizard card for Harry.
The reason the other party was able to have a unique wizard card was because he had once "defeated" Voldemort, but this success was achieved at the cost of his parents' lives.
After realizing this, Sean abandoned the idea.
He didn't want Harry to associate his wizard cards with anything bad.
Quirrell, upon hearing this, began to mutter in dissatisfaction, "Get out of my way!"
Harry obediently stepped aside, while he could clearly feel the Philosopher's Stone pressed firmly against his thigh.
An impulse surged within him: should he take this opportunity to escape this place with the precious stone?
"Useless...useless..." Voldemort's voice rang out again, "Let him come...let him come..."
Perhaps, up to this point, only Quirrell has ever made Voldemort swear.
In a sense, he also "defeated" Voldemort and unlocked a new achievement.
Harry held his breath when Quirrell raised his hand to remove the scarf from his head. Although he was mentally prepared, his heart still skipped a beat when he saw Voldemort's face.
He tried to scream, but no sound came out.
He had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face—the face was as white as chalk, the eyes were bright red, and below them were two long, thin nostrils like snakes.
"Harry Potter..." Voldemort whispered.
Harry tried to back away, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
"Look what I've become!" the face said. "All that's left is a shadow and steam... I can only have a physical form when I share a body with someone else..."
Hermione almost screamed the moment Voldemort appeared.
Fortunately, Sean reacted quickly and covered her mouth with his hand, preventing their location from being revealed.
However, his movements were too sudden and too forceful, resulting in two deep teeth marks on the back of his hand, along with some of Hermione's saliva.
He casually wiped his hand on the robe a couple of times; he didn't intend to keep it anyway.
As Voldemort and Harry's conversation unfolded, Hermione kept clutching her sleeve tightly, whether out of nervousness or a desire for him to go and save Harry, it was unclear.
Sean assumes Hermione meant the former.
Now is not the time for him to make his appearance.
He carried the photo stone so that Bella could see for herself how her "master" was defeated once again by a little boy.
One time could be considered an accident.
But the second time... can Bella continue to deceive herself?
So Sean gave this operation a catchy name: The Battle for Bella's Owner.
He not only wanted Bella to submit to him physically, but also to imprint his mark on her soul.
This is also a plan that kills multiple birds with one stone.
The glory of the new era is often built on the foundation laid by the old era.
Voldemort, or rather, Voldemort's reputation, was his stepping stone.
Think about it.
He defeated Voldemort at the last moment like a god descending to earth. How should tomorrow's Daily Prophet celebrate his great achievement on its headline?
When Dumbledore steps down in a few years, who will be the first person people think of?
It's him, it's him, it's him!
Sean Phillips.
This is a handsome wizard with valuable experience in successfully defeating Voldemort.
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