Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 48 The Death of Voldemort

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

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

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

Quirrell leaned over to him and made him look in the mirror, and Harry even smelled a strange smell on Quirrell's body, emanating from his scarf.

Harry didn't care about that. He was already standing in front of the magic mirror, desperately thinking of ways to deceive Quirrell, and he didn't know whether to think of the Philosopher's Stone or not to think of the Philosopher's Stone when facing the mirror.

He noticed himself in the mirror, who was pale and panicked. But after a while, the person in the mirror smiled again, and the person in the mirror reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone out of nothing. Then he blinked and put the stone back in his pocket again.

At the same time, Harry felt something bulging in his pocket.

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

"What did you see inside?" Quirrell asked impatiently.

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

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

Harry stepped aside, he was feeling the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and he needed a chance to escape with the Philosopher's Stone.

But he had only taken a few steps when a sharp voice rang out, "He lied, he lied."

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

"Let me come and talk to him myself." The shrill and terrifying voice rang out again.

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

"It doesn't take much effort."

Harry felt as if he was entangled in a devil's web, unable to move up and down, even breathing. He stood there dumbfounded, seeing Quirrell untie the scarf wrapped around his head, a spooky image, the scarf was down, Quirrell's exposed head was terribly small, and he turned his back on Harry.

Harry looked like he was being watched by a terrifying monster, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. Quirrell turned out to be a monster, sunken down where the back of his head should have been, revealing a face. Harry swore he had never seen such a hideous face, a dead chalk-like face with two terrifying bright red eyes and snake-like nostrils.

"Harry Potter." The scary face whispered softly.

Harry's mind was blank, there was no Philosopher's Stone, no lies, no countermeasures, just like an animal about to be slaughtered, only the instinct to escape.

"Look, what have I become?" continued the terrifying face. "There are only shadows and steam left to frighten people, and I even have to use other people's bodies to move. But as long as I have breath, One thought, and a group of people opened their hearts, their minds, and let me in."

"The blood of the unicorns has given me some stamina for the past few weeks. Like you know, Ridgelow in the Forbidden Forest drank blood for me, and soon, as soon as I got the Philosopher's Stone, I was To have a strong, perfect body again, now it's time for you to give me the Philosopher's Stone you're hiding in your pocket."

He actually knew it, Harry felt the restraints on his body loosen, 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, who begged me for mercy, begging me to let them go, but it's too late. Night."

"You're talking nonsense," Harry yelled as he stepped back.

"It's this moving picture again." He sighed.

"I like people with courage, just like your parents. I killed your father first. He fought me bravely and would rather die than give up, but unfortunately he is too weak to resist. Your mother, she is very special, She doesn't really need to die, just to save you. Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let her painstaking efforts go to waste."

"I'm not going to let you succeed." Harry thought that he couldn't give in to Voldemort anyway, and he couldn't let him get the Philosopher's Stone anyway. At this time, there was no way to go before and after, and he was ruthless and rushed towards the door that was burning with black flames.

"Grab him!" Voldemort screamed.

"who is it?"

Harry suddenly heard a painful question from Voldemort behind him, and a stream of air rushed from behind him, crushing him to the ground.

Lying on the ground, he tilted his head carefully, only to see Quirrell clutching his neck with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from escaping from between his fingers. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make any sound.

A blue flame suddenly burst from Quirrell's body, engulfing his entire body.

It was not until the last wisp of black smoke was completely engulfed by the fireball that the fireball shrunk and disappeared.

"Is that you, George?" Harry looked around at the air.

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

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

"I didn't expect it to work so well, so I stayed by the side looking for an opportunity. While you caught their attention, I cut Quirrell's neck with an air cut. I summoned flames that burned him and Voldemort, They didn't find me until the end."

George carefully looked at the invisibility cloak in his hand, a little incredible. As expected of the legendary invisibility cloak from the god of death, it is not obvious that it is used in Harry's hands on weekdays. Today, George used it against Voldemort, the big devil who did not find any trace of George until his death.

"You saved me, if you like it, it's yours." Nearly dying, Harry looked relieved, and 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're embarrassing me, it's so easy to use, I like it very much. But I'll leave it there with you, I can borrow it from you anytime I need it, you When you want to borrow something from me, you may not find me."

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