Chapter 31 Joining forces with Snape (please vote, please read~)

Voldemort and Quirrell's wails mixed together and shouted together.

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

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

Is this what Dumbledore expected?

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

Tsk-

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

The scar also felt severe pain, and the scene of that night reappeared in my mind.

Clearer.

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

"If I didn't notice so many things, I'd break it off with you."

Harry sneered, but there was no movement.

The man died generously, blocking a life-killing curse, while the woman begged, her red hair scattered, like withered willow branches in late autumn, sad, powerless, and lifeless.

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

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

It also came to a standstill.

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

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

"Maybe you can try to kill him completely." Harry smeared two layers of white blood on the back of Quirrell's head.

"The arrangements started when I was about to enter school?"

"I'm afraid it took a lot of effort to convince Professor Snape to do this kind of thing."

Harry's face was expressionless: "Can you explain it..."

"Maybe...I will learn from Hagrid about the treasury being stolen and the Philosopher's Stone."

In the house, Quirrell and Harry were half-dead, and there was still a lingering smell of evil magic.

"Then I found out that Quirrell wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and he went to find you and Professor McGonagall. They would all use various reasons to persuade me to give up this idea - so I had to think that only I could stop it.

Quirrell's thoughts."

But no one took action.

"The prophecy said that only you can kill him." Dumbledore answered seriously.

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

"Why a devil's net?"

Dumbledore's face froze: "Let's change the topic."

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

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

He felt that his spirit body had become dull and sensitive.

He looked up.

Dumbledore nodded and was about to say something else.

Snape put away his wand.

"Why did you put the antidote and tips on the table in the last room?"

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

"Professor Snape didn't put fecal stones into my brain, but into yours?"

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

His head hurt more and more.

"Voldemort may have been severely injured and became a fool, but I have not." Harry shook his head, "Everything is so logical."

"It seems that you have a past with a certain prophet?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

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

"Idiot! Idiot!" he cursed. Suddenly, Harry felt the warmth of his palm gradually fade away, and the pain from the scar slowly dissipated.

"If you also dig up my past, I don't have anyone as good as me to vent to."

Harry threw Quirrell away and slapped the floor——, purple light lingered, the Seal of Arden.

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

"You want to know if I also desire the Sorcerer's Stone." Harry put the tip of his sword against Dumbledore's chest. "Am I a guy who pretends to be amiable, but is actually very ambitious?"

Harry exerted force with his feet and stabbed hard with the sword against his chest.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked with raised eyebrows.

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

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, and took the red stone into his hand: "You are not amiable at all, your mouth is even worse than Severus's."

"What the hell are you doing?"

The mirror disappeared into thin air.

Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, raised the Sword of Gryffindor in his other hand, and pointed it at Dumbledore: "Then let's settle the score."

Let’s run to the Mirror of Erised together.

"Why didn't you stop Voldemort?" Harry spat and glared at him.

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

"Why don't you say, you want to know what kind of person I am?"

Harry reminded: "He has been possessing Quirrell's head. Dumbledore didn't tell you?"

Harry raised his eyebrows: "The most powerful white wizard actually said that he couldn't kill a dark wizard who is no match for me?"

Dumbledore's figure turned into a ball of flame and disappeared. Harry's sword passed through it without hitting anything, and Snape's spell was in vain.

Harry clicked his tongue.

With his other hand freed, he thrust the sword back into the Sorting Hat and covered Voldemort's face with both hands.

Harry was able to move again and staggered to a stop, the curse hitting the wall and leaving a deep scratch.

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

Dumbledore did not retreat, and even took a step forward, approaching Harry: "He chose Voldemort on his own initiative, didn't he?"

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

"Not to mention me, Hermione, Ron, or other outstanding first-year wizards, can all pass these assessments, a unique final exam?"

Soul body!

It was Voldemort who abandoned Quirrell's body.

Harry drew his silver sword and was about to slash it, but his swing missed.

"Dumbledore, stop him!" Harry shouted.

Beside the mirror, the figure of an old wizard appeared. He looked at Harry, a little surprised: "How did you know I was here?"

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

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

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

Dumbledore shook his head: "He is in a very bad condition now. Let him remain in this state of a remnant soul. If we kill him and resurrect him in another place and become stronger than he is now... that will be terrible."

.”

Harry slapped him and made a squeak - a stronger reaction, which made Voldemort wail in more pain, but it only brought him pain.

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

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

After a while.

This look was all too familiar to him.

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