Chapter 48 The Death of Voldemort

Quirrell turned to Harry, "Potter, come here."

He patted his hands, and the ropes that bound Harry untied automatically, and Harry slowly got up from the ground. "Come here." Quirrell motioned, "Go and look in the mirror, and then tell what you saw." Harry was forced to walk over.

"Did he think of it too?" Harry turned his mind, "I need to find a suitable set of lies to fool him. I can\'t find the Philosopher\'s Stone for him."

Quirrell approached him and asked him to look in the mirror. Harry even smelled a strange smell on Quirrell, which was emitting from his scarf.

Harry didn\'t care about this. He was already standing in front of the magic mirror. He was desperately thinking of ways to deceive Quirrell. He didn\'t know whether he should think about the magic stone or not when facing the mirror.

He noticed himself in the mirror. In the mirror, he looked pale and panicked. But after a while, the person in the mirror smiled again. The person in the mirror put his hand into his pocket and took out a bright red stone out of nothing. Then he blinked and put the stone back in his pocket.

At the same time, Harry felt a bulging thing really appeared in his pocket.

"Oops, it\'s self-defeating now." Harry suddenly became nervous, why did the Philosopher\'s Stone appear like this.

"What did you see in it?" Quirrell asked impatiently.

Harry hurriedly made up, "I looked in the mirror and I was shaking hands with Dumbledore. I let Gryffindor win the Academy Cup."

Quirrell cursed Harry and pushed Harry away, "Get out of here."

Harry retreated to the side, he was feeling the Philosopher’s Stone sticking to his pocket, he needed to find a chance to escape with the Philosopher’s Stone.

But he only took a few steps, and a sharp voice rang, "He lied, he lied."

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted sharply, "tell what you saw, tell the truth."

"Let me come and talk to him myself." The sharp and terrible voice rang again.

"But Master, you haven\'t recovered yet." Quirrell\'s voice became pitiful.

"It doesn\'t take much effort."

Harry felt like he was tightly entangled in a devil\'s net, unable to move up and down, and even breathing hard. He stood there blankly, seeing Quirrell unwrapping the scarf on his head, a strange picture, the scarf was put down, Quirrell\'s exposed head was terribly small, and then he turned his back to Harry.

Harry was staring at him like a terrible monster. He wanted to scream loudly, but couldn\'t make a sound. Quirrell was actually a monster, sunken down where the back of his head was supposed to be, revealing a face. Harry swears that he had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face, a dead white face like chalk, with two scary shiny red eyes, and snake-like nostrils underneath.

"Harry Potter." The terrible face whispered softly.

Harry’s brain was blank, there was no Philosopher’s Stone, no lies, no countermeasures, just like an animal to be slaughtered, only the instinct to flee.

"Look, what have I become?" The terrible face continued, "There are only shadows and steam that scare people. I even have to use someone else\'s body to act. But as long as I have a breath, With one thought, a group of people will open their hearts, their minds, and let me in."

"In the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has given me some physical strength. As you know, the Forbidden Forest Rikilo drank blood for me, and soon, all I need to do is get the Philosopher’s Stone. To have a strong and perfect body again, now, you should give me the magic stone hidden in your pocket."

He actually knew, Harry felt the restraint on his body loosen a little, and he staggered back.

"Don\'t be stupid." The face continued to say viciously, "surrender, so that you can save your life. Otherwise, you will end up with your parents. They begged me for mercy and asked me to let them go, but it was too late. late."

"You are talking nonsense." Harry yelled as he stepped back.

"This moving picture again." He sighed.

"I like courageous people, just like your parents. I killed your father first. He fought with me bravely and would rather die than surrender. It is a pity that he is too weak and so weak to resist. Your mother, she is very special. She doesn\'t actually need to die, just to save you. Now, give me the Sorcerer\'s Stone and don\'t let her pains be wasted."

"I won\'t let you succeed if I die." Harry thought that he could not surrender to Voldemort in any way, nor would he be allowed to obtain the Philosopher\'s Stone. At this time, there was no way forward, and he was cruel and rushed towards the door burning with black flames.

"Catch him!" Voldemort screamed.

"who is it?"

Harry suddenly heard him while he was running, and Voldemort behind him uttered a painful question, and a blast of air rushed from behind him, crushing him to the ground.

He was lying on the ground, carefully tilting his head, seeing that Quirrell was desperately covering his neck with his hands~www.novelhall.com~ but couldn\'t stop the blood from constantly spraying between his fingers, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn\'t make any noise. .

A blue flame suddenly exploded from Quilo\'s body, swallowing his whole body.

Until the last black smoke was completely swallowed by the fireball, the fireball shrank and disappeared.

"Is George you?" Harry looked around into the air.

"It doesn\'t seem to surprise you." A tall figure suddenly appeared, it was George Soros, who was holding a cloak in his hand.

"I guessed it was Dumbledore at first, but when I didn\'t see anyone, I thought that you took my invisibility cloak before." Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was George.

"I didn\'t expect it to be so useful. I stayed by looking for opportunities. While you caught their attention, I cut Quirrell\'s neck with a cut of air. I also summoned flames to burn him and Voldemort. Until the end, they didn\'t find me."

George carefully looked at the invisibility cloak in his hand, it was a little weird. It is indeed the legendary invisible cloak from the **** of death, and it is not obvious to use it in Harry\'s hands on weekdays. Today George used it to deal with Voldemort, the great demon did not find George until his death.

"You saved me, and if you like it, it\'s yours." Harry was almost alive, with a relaxed expression on his face, and he simply gave the Invisibility Cloak to George as a thank you.

George stepped forward and pulled up Harry who was still sitting on the ground, "You make me embarrassed, it\'s so easy to use, I like it very much. But let\'s put it there, I can borrow it from you whenever I want to, you When you want to borrow something from me, you may not be able to find me~www.novelhall.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.novelhall.com~ For mobile users, please visit read.