Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 31 Teaming up with Snape (ask for tickets, please read~)

The wails of Voldemort and Quirrell mingled together.

This punch caused not only physical damage, but also soul damage.

Harry was keenly aware that Voldemort's aura was beginning to wilt, and his magic power was intermittent, and he was struggling to maintain it.

Is this what Dumbledore expected?

Harry resolutely slapped Voldemort's face with a slap, and firmly grasped the somewhat greasy back of his head: "You should wash your hair, Quirrell, it's really disgusting!"

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The sound of the soldering iron burning lingered for a long time.

The scar also ached sharply, and the scene of that night came to mind again.

Clearer.

The man died generously, blocking a death curse, while the woman begged bitterly, her red hair was scattered, like wicker wicker in late autumn, sad and powerless, lifeless.

He could hear Voldemort's breathing, that manic laughter, and a - "Avada Kedavra".

Voldemort wailed, no matter how hard it was to maintain the magic.

The black snake dissipated, and the vines that bound Harry's sword hand also dissipated.

Freeing his other hand, he thrust the sword back into the Sorting Hat, covering Voldemort's face with both hands.

His head hurt more and more.

Voldemort's wailing grew louder.

"Idiot! Idiot!" He cursed, and suddenly, Harry felt the temperature of his palm gradually drop, and the pain from the scar slowly dissipated.

The spell fails?

He looked up.

A puff of black air gushed out of Quirrell's head, turning into a cloud of thick black smoke, facing Voldemort's hideous and distorted face.

Soul body!
It was Voldemort who abandoned Quirrell's body.

Harry shook off Quirrell and slapped the floor——, purple light lingered, and Arden was signed.

Voldemort panicked: "What have you done to me?"

He felt his spiritual body become dull and sensitive.

Harry slapped him and snorted—the stronger reaction made Voldemort cry out more painfully, but it brought him nothing but pain.

Harry drew his silver sword and was about to strike, but missed.

Voldemort uttered a spell, and the black smoke flew away quickly, reaching the end of the room in the blink of an eye——

"Dumbledore, stop him!" Harry yelled.

But no one shot.

He could only watch helplessly as the black smoke drilled into the wall and disappeared.

In the room, Quirrell, Harry, who were half dead, still had a residual evil magical atmosphere.

Harry took out the white cream and wiped it on the back of Quirrell's head. He didn't know if it would work, but it was the only way he could come up with at the moment.

"Dumbledore, are you still not coming out?" Harry raised his voice, "Quirrell is going to die!"

After a while.

Beside the mirror, the figure of an old wizard appeared, he looked at Harry, a little surprised: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Why didn't you stop Voldemort?" Harry spat, glaring at him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "He is in a very bad state now, let him maintain this state of remnant soul, if you kill him, let him resurrect in another place, become stronger than now... that would be terrible .”

"You might try to kill him outright." Harry wiped two layers of white cream on the back of Quirrell's head.

Dumbledore shook his head again: "No, I can't."

Harry raised his eyebrows: "The most powerful white wizard, actually said that he can't kill a black wizard who is not my opponent?"

"Professor Snape didn't put the bezoar in my head, but in yours?"

"The prophecy says that only you can kill him." Dumbledore replied seriously.

Harry frowned and asked, "Are you so superstitious about prophecies?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, and looked back at the Mirror of Erised, allowing Harry to capture a complex expression for a moment, nostalgic, emotional, and lost.

He was too familiar with this look.

In Kaer Morhen, Geralt had this expression when he mentioned Triss to him.

"It seems that you have a past with a certain prophet?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Dumbledore was a little helpless: "Harry, just spare me."

"Severus has come over and scolded me more than once for your sharpness - he thought I told you those things."

"If you dig up my past too, I don't have such a good person to vent to."

Harry nodded: "It seems that she is still alive, but for some reason, you can't meet again."

Dumbledore froze: "Let's change the subject."

Harry took out the Sorcerer's Stone from his pocket, held the Gryffindor sword in his other hand, and aimed at Dumbledore: "Then let's settle the score."

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously.

Harry played with the Philosopher's Stone: "You don't trust me, Dumbledore."

"I have always believed in you." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You are testing me, or testing me." Harry stepped forward, approaching Dumbledore, "Saving Quirrell is just an excuse, you don't care about his life at all, you haven't even seen Quirrell since just now. One glance."

"Even though I was applying medicine to Quirrell, you were still staring at me."

Dumbledore didn't back down, and even took a step forward, approaching Harry: "He is Voldemort who actively chooses, isn't he?"

"You used this excuse to decline my request." Harry ignored him, and continued at his own pace, "Let me face Voldemort - not so much that you want to see the effect of that spell."

"How about you want to know what kind of person I am?"

Harry paused, and suddenly threw the Philosopher's Stone over, hitting Dumbledore on the head.

When it was close, it stopped abruptly and hovered in front of Dumbledore's head.

"You want to know, if I also desire the Philosopher's Stone." Harry put the tip of his sword on Dumbledore's chest, "Is it a guy who pretends to be amiable, but is actually ambitious."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, and took the red stone into his palm: "You are not amiable at all, your mouth is comparable to that of Severus."

"This feeling is really annoying." Harry sneered, "It seems that you are really used to treating people as fools."

"When I was about to enter school, did you start to arrange?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Why do you say that?"

"Voldemort may have been seriously injured and became a fool, but I didn't." Harry shook his head, "Everything is so logical."

"If I haven't noticed so many things, I'll talk about it with you."

"Maybe... I'll learn about the theft of the vault and the Philosopher's Stone from Hagen."

"Perhaps, even if I don't ask you for my parents' inheritance, you will give me the invisibility cloak, and then design me to run to Lu Wei's room, give me hints, and make me guess that the Philosopher's Stone is stored here?"

"Then I found out that Quirrell wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and he would go to you and Professor McGonagall, and he would use various reasons to persuade me to give up this idea-I had to come up with it, and only I can stop it." Quirrell's thoughts."

"You are very keen, but do you think too much?" Dumbledore smiled slightly.

Harry was expressionless: "Then can you explain..."

"Why is it the devil's net?"

"I don't think Professor Sprout can't get a dragon's claw vine or a hempthorn tree. I've seen them in the Forbidden Forest."

"Why did you put the antidote and hints on the table when you went to the next room?"

"It took a lot of thought to convince Professor Snape to do such a thing."

"Not to mention me, Hermione, Ron, or other outstanding little wizards in the first year can pass these assessments, a special final exam?"

Dumbledore nodded: "You are very smart and calm, but can you take the sword down first, I am so uncomfortable."

Harry sneered, but nothing happened.

"I think I can explain." Dumbledore spread his hands, "After all, you are the Boy Who Lived, the savior of the wizarding world, and you are very talented..."

"I'm very worried that you will go astray. After all, the last person I failed to see through his nature has already caused a catastrophe."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded, he was about to say something more.

The black flames at the door dissipated.

The man in black hurried in, caught a glimpse of the scene in the room, was stunned for a moment, and stopped at the door: "Potter!"

"And Dumbledore!"

"What the hell are you up to?"

"Miss Granger told me that if you want to stop the Dark Lord, you still have to make an agreement with Dumbledore!"

Harry replied: "I blocked it, but Dumbledore didn't make a move and let him run."

"Dumbledore!" Snape gritted his teeth, spat out a few syllables through the gap, and gripped his wand even tighter, "Have all your brains turned into syrup?"

"How did you get him into Hogwarts?"

Harry opened his mouth to remind: "He has been possessing Quirrell's head all the time, Dumbledore didn't tell you?"

"Aha." Snape sneered, "Potter, it seems our dear Headmaster Dumbledore has taken me for you, a reckless wizard who only knows how to wield a sword."

"Oh, Severus, listen to me..." Dumbledore waved his hand.

Harry interrupted him: "I think we need to teach Headmaster Dumbledore a lesson."

"You finally made a sensible suggestion." Snape said with a cold face, "I am very relieved that this period of time has finally had some effect on your education."

He waved his wand: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

Harry kicked his feet hard, and stabbed hard with the sword on his chest.

With a crash--

Dumbledore's figure dissipated in a cloud of flame, Harry's sword passed through it missing nothing, and Snape's spell missed.

Go to the Mirror of Erised together.

"Oh, wait, this mirror cannot be destroyed." Dumbledore appeared on the other side of the mirror, waved his wand, the space seemed to be filled with sand, Harry froze, unable to move, Snape's spell also stagnated.

He walked over and patted the Mirror of Erised.

The mirror disappeared out of nowhere.

Another wave of the wand.

Harry was able to move again, staggering to a halt as the curse struck the wall, leaving a deep scratch.

"Okay, let's continue now." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the two of them.

Harry clicked his tongue.

Snape put away his wand.

Professor McGonagall arrived in a panic, followed by a group of jumping pieces: "Potter, how are you? Mr. Weasley told me..."

As soon as she entered the house.

Seeing Snape, Dumbledore, Harry, and Quirrell lying on the ground, he was a little dazed.

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