Harry raised his hand, put a layer of Quen shield on himself, pounced, rolled, went around to another place, danced the silver sword, and cut off the bishop's head with one sword.

There was still a powerful magic power lingering around the house. The moment he completely stepped into the house, it was activated, and the surrounding walls and two doors were wrapped in black flames.

Quickly, he picked out the correct potion, drank it, and walked through the flames to the next and last room.

"Why are you so nervous?" Voldemort sneered, "You are the savior, the savior of the supreme and great Dark Lord who defeated me."

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and walked to the mirror: "Do you know why Dumbledore left this mirror here?"

In less than ten minutes, the floor was covered with broken chess pieces and fragments.

Harry could see clearly that they were keys, and next to the locked door leading to the next room was a broom. It was obvious how to pass this level.

Quirrell raised his trembling hands and untied the smelly turban that had been wrapped around his head. As the turban fell to the ground, he turned around.

"The door is open!" Harry chanted another spell.

"I can see that you are ambitious, even if you go to Gryffindor - look at how beautiful your eyes are. My Nagini also has such a pair of eyes."

These are just rigid deformed structures.

"The Philosopher's Stone, I restored my body and became the all-powerful Dark Lord again."

Harry sneered: "The person who was stabbed in the waist by me has no right to say such things."

Harry felt his pocket drop, and something heavy fell into it—no doubt it was the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry said nothing.

But he was not in the mood to play flying games at this time.

Harry had a headache. He was very good at playing cards, but he was a bit reluctant at playing chess. He walked around the chessboard, reached the door, stretched out his hand, and pulled, but the door could not be opened.

It's not the snakes that are dangerous.

He waved his wand without even speaking a spell.

Voldemort was overjoyed: "It's true, Dumbledore tricked me again, but he made a mistake after all. Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

Looks like we have to fight again!

"Potter!" Quirrell raised his wand with trembling hands, "Maybe you didn't suffer enough that night?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

With a wave of his hand, he used the Igni Seal, and sparks flew - the vines immediately retreated, dropping Harry and hitting the ground less than one meter away.

"We can cooperate and share the magic stone. That stone has magical powers and can resurrect the dead. Don't you want to resurrect your parents?"

Harry took the initiative to tear off his cloak and stuff it back into his hat.

Igni!

Harry used his sigil, and the flames surged, swallowing up the black snake. He waved his wand again, and blue flames surged up. It was not lethal, but at least... it could cover some sight.

Quirrell said in a long tone: "Potter, I thought it would be someone else, such as Snape, he is always hindering me."

Tsk-

The skin on the back of the head made a sharp and explosive sound, like a burn, and a bunch of blisters bulged out.

Harry's scar also felt severe pain.

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pinch the waist, a little slow, sorry
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