The fifth level is Snape’s magic potion logic level. The wizard’s logic has some problems, so Snape believes that this level can effectively prevent the wizard’s ambition for the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Only by taking the correct potion can you pass through the wall of fire. There are wine, fireproofing potions and poison in seven bottles of different sizes. However, Voldemort obviously had no interest in wasting time, so he passed directly through the wall of fire.
"What should we do?" Harry looked at Duran. He didn't know how to solve any logic problems. It was too complicated.
Duran picked up the second bottle and handed it to Harry: "This is the medicine that can pass through the wall of fire."
Harry was a little confused because Duran took it too decisively. He didn't even understand the question now. Why is the bottle on the far left the poison? The largest and smallest bottles must be safe. What and what.
"Drink, don't you want to stop Voldemort?" Duran's words made Harry determined. He believed that Duran would not harm him.
After drinking the potion, he felt nothing. The final experience was the courage to cross the wall of fire. Harry ran into the flames without looking back, showing the courage of the Gryffindor Lion.
The last level of the magic mirror can reflect the most desired thoughts of the person looking in the mirror. But at this time, in front of the huge wooden frame mirror is a person Harry had never expected. It is not Snape, but Quirrell.
This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a timid man who always smells like garlic.
"How could it be you?" Harry and his friends believed that the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Snape, Voldemort's lackey.
"Harry Potter!" Quirrell's tone was full of disgust, as if he had seen the most disgusting cockroach.
Harry held the wand in his hand carefully. In fact, he didn't know any attack spells, but he just thought it was safer to hold the wand.
Suddenly Quirrell's expression changed, from contempt to humiliation, and he muttered to himself. Harry was confused. Is there something wrong with this Quirrell?
After a while, Quirrell seemed to have received instructions. He suddenly became serious and took a few steps forward to carry Harry to the magic mirror: "Find the Sorcerer's Stone quickly."
He hasn't found the Philosopher's Stone yet? At this time, Harry didn't have any attacking spells, so he was brought to the magic mirror without any resistance. He saw his parents again. Harry had seen this magic mirror in a certain room before.
, but was later moved away by Dumbledore.
"Have you seen the Philosopher's Stone?" Quirrell asked fiercely.
Harry only saw his parents standing on both sides of him, so he shook his head.
Quirrell was obviously impatient. He couldn't stand Harry's stupid head.
"Let me talk to him." Harry heard a third voice, either his own or Rocky's, but another gloomy and terrifying man. At the same time, the scar on his forehead was burning with pain.
"But Master, you are very weak now..." Quirrell said humbly.
"Don't resist me, Quirrell." The intensity of his tone made Quirrell dare not disobey. He took off the long turban on his head and turned around. There was a face on the back of his head.
Harry was startled. Monsters in horror stories were just like this. The face on the back of his head said: "Harry Potter."
Harry immediately knew who he was. He was Voldemort. He subconsciously grabbed his trouser pocket because when he looked in the mirror, he saw himself in the mirror putting a red stone into his trouser pocket, and now he
I feel like there is something heavy in my pants pocket, it must be the magic stone.
"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone, I know you have it." Voldemort approached Harry sinisterly, as if he could see through Harry's heart and expose his lies.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you are not the most handsome man in the world." Just when Harry was suffering from the pain in his forehead and the fear in his heart, the magic mirror spoke.
Voldemort also didn't expect that the sunglasses might have a mechanism?
"The most handsome man in the world is Duran!"
…
Duran? That Muggle who openly showed up at Hogwarts and lowered the standard of the entire magic school? Voldemort knew about him because he and Rocky had received psychological counseling from Duran. If it hadn't been for the need to endure the resurrection, he would have long ago
Duran took action. How could Muggles interfere in the wizarding world? This is absolutely not allowed.
"You are here to die, Mudblood." Voldemort roared in a low voice and launched a curse on Duran, but he did not find Duran.
"In this era, only those who are handsome have human rights. Voldemort, the time when you were at the peak of your appearance has passed. Now is my time." Voices came from all directions.
Harry backed away quickly. He had no idea how Duran made the sound.
"Master, this mudblood is very weird." Quirrell reminded.
"Haha, I have known for a long time that you are possessed by Voldemort. Your psychological report has betrayed you. Poor Quirrell, in fact, your anti-Egyptian vampire garlic is just to cover up the rancid smell of Voldemort. Speaking of you
It was also because of Voldemort that you mutilated yourself to a certain extent, and your nose is probably gone."
"I am willing to sacrifice myself for my master." Quirrell said, "You mudblood, my master will cut you into pieces."
... Silence, Dulan's silence made the whole space become even more strange, with only the sound of candlelight flickering.
Suddenly, before Quirrell and Voldemort could react, their arms flew up. The hand holding the wand rotated and swayed in the air, and the blood bloomed as brightly as petals scattered into the sky.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!" At some point, Duran was already standing in front of Voldemort.
Ahhh - Quirrell screamed, the pain still affecting his body.
"It seems that you are the one who will be cut into pieces. Let's get started." Dulan cracked his knuckles and cracked his knuckles, and then he still had a sharp edge (Physics). He only had a knife with a hand.
The sharp effect made Quirrell unable to move soon.
Voldemort looked at Duran in surprise. He knew that Quirrell was no longer useful. His incomplete soul left the back of his head and turned into black smoke and was about to rush towards the wall of fire.
"Avada Kedavra!" Duran launched an attack that could shatter the soul. Boom, even the waveband of the flame light wave was shattered.
Only then did Voldemort realize that he had underestimated Duran. His soul was torn apart, even though there was no trace of magic. This pain was as if he was about to experience death again.
It can only be said that Voldemort asked for it. By dividing the soul into several parts, wouldn't it just mean experiencing more deaths?
Ahhh - Voldemort did not expect that he would die in this place, and he roared unwillingly, but it was of no use. This broken soul was already very weak, but now it was hit hard by Liu Adou, and it immediately disappeared.
.
The world is finally clean.
Liu Adou looked at Rocky, who was still alive, and put back his limbs: "Today is your lucky day. Congratulations on getting rid of Voldemort's control."
There was no response, because Voldemort had destroyed Rocky's brain when he left, and he became a happy idiot.
Looking at Harry again, he actually fainted. Apparently Voldemort's broken soul made him faint from pain. The poor child, it was like a humanoid Voldemort approaching the siren.