Voldemort, who was looking at the back of Quirrell's head, asked in surprise: "Do I know he..."
Harry was deeply influenced by someone, so he didn't stop talking nonsense when moving his legs. He thought that after catching the person, he would have a lot of time to shut up, so he took advantage of Voldemort's silence to strike.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Voldemort didn't expect that he would strike when he shut up, and he was caught off guard, causing his whole body to float up.
Harry was a little nervous and used too much force. Voldemort hit the high roof with a "thud".
Then the spell failed and a piece of Voldemort's "pia" fell to the ground.
That thing was not light, and the headscarf fell off.
Harry was frightened at that time. He had never thought that there was a noseless human face on the back of Quirrell's head.
Charles had been talking about "Double Dragon Socket" for so many years, but this was the first time he saw Voldemort's face, and he felt a little dazed for a while.
Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stretched out his legs, and his lying position did not prevent him from waving his wand to cast a spell, and a thin red line of spell was shot at Harry.
Halima recovered and hid to the side, but failed and was hit in the left leg.
Fortunately, Quirrell almost died from diarrhea and collapse not long ago, which affected Voldemort. The Cruciatus Curse was not very powerful. Harry screamed for two seconds and then got up from the ground.
Charles was taking pictures and nodding. Harry's resistance to blows was developed by himself and Dudley. He was very resistant to pain.
Voldemort also felt the excruciating pain, but he had never given them the Cruciatus Curse. He had never suffered it himself, and he thought he had just fallen out, so he didn't think much about it.
Harry stood up. He had just dropped his wand on the ground and was about to pick it up when he saw a spell flying towards him and knocking it away.
At this time, a strange scene occurred. Voldemort was facing Harry, but Quirrell's leg stretched back strangely with the wand, just like Voldemort raised his leg forward, pointing directly at Harry.
Harry saw that the person on the back of the head had a face as red as lime, no eyebrows, only two socket-like nostrils on the nose, and the pupils in the bright red eyes were vertical.
He endured the severe pain of the scar on his forehead and asked in a deep voice: "Voldemort?"
"Harry Potter!" Voldemort's voice seemed to whisper in his ear.
Harry swallowed nervously, took a deep breath, and stared at the wand pointed at him.
Seeing that he was not afraid of himself, Voldemort continued: "He is like Ming because of my gift. All he has left is Dongyongxuan and Steam. He must share a body with them. Once he gets the elixir, he will
He can recreate his own body."
"Now, I will take my own life and go to the mirror to take out the magic stone. Otherwise, you will be like my parents. He remembered very well that they begged him for mercy before they died."
Harry's shut-up voice suddenly became colder than ever before: "I don't deny Pinocchio, and lying will not make my nose grow back."
Charles raised his eyebrows, and Harry was angry. Two years ago, a boy on Privet Drive who usually bullied him with Dudley said some insulting words to his parents. He reacted that way at the time, and initially asked not to give it to him.
The poor child was fed three kilograms of red fresh food and it was very stressful.
Voldemort's expression also became ferocious, he took two steps towards Harry and said in a hoarse voice: "How touching that night was. He has always admired brave people. My parents were very brave that night, kid.
"
"My father, let my mother take me and run away. Liu Dong will stop him until he kills me."
"Son, you need to be honest in life. Is his credibility very good?"
"My mother actually didn't have to die. She just begged me to let her go if I died. She knew that and still tried her best to protect me."
"Okay, go take out the magic stone and give it to him. Don't let my mother Honghong die for me."
"He promised me that he would not kill me if I gave him the magic stone."
Harry's expression was a little gloomy. This was the first time he heard about the death of his parents, and he heard it from the mouth of the villain.
His face showed a look of hesitation, he looked at the wand pointed at himself, then at the Mirror of Erised in front of Quirrell, and finally took steps toward the mirror.
Voldemort secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have much power anymore, so he really wanted to save it for his escape, so as to save some money.
Just when Harry and Voldemort passed each other, Voldemort was about to switch to Quirrell's perspective when he suddenly felt himself lying face down on the ground.
Harry suddenly turned around and grabbed Quirrell's collar with his legs, using the force of his own fall to throw him to the ground.
Harry quickly got up, stretched out his legs and grabbed Quirrell's head, and slammed his knees towards Quirrell's face.
Voldemort controlled Quirrell's legs to bend at a strange angle, showing his face, and the wand on the other leg was about to point at Harry.
Seeing this, Harry smashed Quirrell's head to the ground with all his strength, took the opportunity to kick the wand in his leg, then pressed Quirrell's heavenly cap with his left leg and pushed him to the ground, raised his right leg and fist, and used
He tried his best to hit Voldemort in the face.
After being punched for fifty or seventy times, Voldemort's eyes, mouth, and nostrils all had blisters appearing as if they had been burned by fire. After a while, they became bright red, and finally liquid black smoke came out.
The black smoke slipped away from where it came from, and the back of Quirrell's head returned to its original shape, but Harry's fist did not stop, and soon blood began to spurt out from the seven orifices.
Dumbledore showed his body and wanted to ask Harry to stop, but Charles grabbed his sleeve and pulled him outside to where Snape put the potion.
"Why did you hold him back?" Dumbledore asked Charles somewhat unhappily.
Charles said calmly: "Do I know how Harry lived in those years?"
Dumbledore was stunned and shook his head slightly.
Charles picked up a bottle of nettle wine on the table, shook it in front of him, and said slowly: "Harry is like that nettle wine, sweet in the mouth, but also very spicy at the same time."
"He has been bullied since he was a child, both physically and mentally."
"Grandpa said that he is still kind and is a miracle in the world."
"Although he is kind, it does not mean that he has no hatred, no complaints, and no anger in his heart."
"Why doesn't he want to be like their children, enjoying the care of their parents at home and playing happily with friends outside?"
"Who took it all away?"
"He is like a pressure cooker. If the pressure inside is not released, no one knows what will happen in the future."
Dumbledore listened very carefully. Charles and Harry grew up together and had the most say in this regard.
After hearing this, he said: "Harry is very lucky to have a friend like me."
Charles smiled and heard a rush of footsteps outside, which sounded like the shouts of Professor McGonagall and Hermione, and said, "He left first. The most important thing is whether you can enjoy the holiday."