Chapter 38: Dueling Quirrelmort

"Yes, it's me. See what I have become?" the face said. "Mere shadow and vapor... I have form only when I can share another's body... but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks... faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest... and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own... Now... why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

'So, that's his goal. He was fast enough with his mind-reading magic to find it out. Hmm, what should I do? I don't feel like I could kill Voldemort here. He seems to have some corrupted form of immortality, and I have no idea how to break it. Revealing my Sacred Gear right now isn't an option; he is intelligent enough to realize that he could break out of it, and I have no idea how to actually imprison him in such a state,' analyzed Harry as he thought of his options. "Sorry, I don't think I should give it to suspicious people with two faces."

"Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... They died begging me for mercy..."

Harry looked at the disfigured face as if it was an idiot. "Yeah, sure, the mass-murdering dark lord with a superiority complex would just let me live. Especially after he attacked the home of my parents and me in order to specifically kill me. I have some memories of that night, and it is clear that you wanted to kill me back then."

Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"It was worth a try…" it hissed. "I always value bravery... Yes, boy, your parents were brave... I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight... but ztcprep.com your mother needn't have died... she was trying to protect you... Now give me the Stone unless you want her to have died in vain."

"Yeah, as if. You may have been powerful with a body. But Quirrell is a joke. Even with you empowering him. Come on, Quirrellmort, come and get it yourself," replied Harry with a serious look on his face.

"You will regret it, boy," said Voldemort before he ordered, "Kill the boy!"

The next moment, Quirrell turned around with his wand in his hand, pointing at Harry. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted the bald-headed Professor as a sickly green lightning flew in Harry's direction.

His instincts warned him of life-threatening danger, as Harry jumped to the side, summoning his own wand into his hand. With a green magic circle, a spell formed at the tip of his wand. "Stupefy!" and a red projectile shot at the bald wizard.

Quirrell simply reflected the spell with the tip of his wand. "Quite impressive, Potter, such advanced spells in your first year." And once again, he shot another spell at Harry. This time, the spell had a dangerous yellow color.

Harry, with his quick reflexes, had no problem reacting to the spell and dodged without problems. "Shit, with simple Wizarding magic, I won't be able to beat him. But at the same time, I don't want to reveal too much to Voldemort," he thought. Shooting another stunning spell against the Professor to keep him busy, he continued, "Seems like I have to try to escape."

Instantly after he shot his next spell and Quirrell was still distracted, Harry sprinted in the direction of the fire. But unfortunately, the Professor was able to react fast enough and used his wand in a circling motion. "Accio Philosopher's Stone."

Feeling a tugging against his pants, a small blood-red Stone flew out of his pocket towards Quirrell, who at the same time stretched his hand out to grab it. Turning around, Harry himself grabbed after the Stone, trying to catch it again.

Both combatants jumped closer to each other, but Harry was able to grab the Stone as he was closer to it. But this moment of having to stop was enough for Quirrell to grab the boy's arm.

"Stay here, boy. Give me the Stone!" said the bald Professor as he grabbed tightly onto the boy, trying to rip the Philosopher's Stone from his hands.

Instinctively, Harry focused on Innovate Clear, feeling the presence of the two Trolls inside. He channeled their strength into himself, empowering his own strength. With the boost in his strength, he punched the Professor in the face. But while he was using his Sacred Gear, something strange happened with the Philosopher's Stone. It was reacting to his Sacred Gear.

The small red Stone in his hand became glowing hot, massive amounts of power began flowing from it into his body. Being distracted by this phenomenon, the Professor managed to get himself together again. Pointing his wand at the distracted boy, who instantly refocused his attention on the Professor, Harry realized that he lost his wand during the grabbing match.

Before the Professor could even mutter a spell, Harry instinctively aimed his hand at the Professor, and a blood-red ray of pure energy formed in his palm and flew at the Professor, hitting him in the middle of the chest.

"AAAAhhhhhh! No, Master, save meeee!" screamed Quirrell in pure agony as his body began to disintegrate from the ray hitting him all over. The screams of pain became louder and louder as his whole body was destroyed. Meanwhile, the form of Voldemort clinging to him also screamed, "Nooo, not again, Potter!"

Quirrell took his last breath as his whole body turned into ash, and suddenly a dark-misty spirit raised from his remains. The dark spirit flew at Harry with an agonizing scream, giving him a dark and cold feeling all over his body as it passed through him, flying through the black flames.

'So, I was right. Voldemort isn't killable in that form,' realized Harry before he had to refocus on his hand. The Stone was still glowing hot and gave off red rays of pure energy, destroying everything besides him. Harry realized he had to do something to save himself as the energy was also affecting him.

The longer this was going on, the more pure power was released. Having no other choice but to turn to the source of the phenomenon, Harry focused all his willpower and guided the massive amounts of energy the Stone was releasing through his body into the universe inside Innovate Clear.

Under massive amounts of pain, Harry absorbed every last drop of the energy. Relying on his massive willpower to endure the pain and the destructive forces flowing through his body, until the last drop of power was absorbed, Harry kept a steady focus.

When the flow of energy finally stopped, Harry sighed in relief as suddenly a massive wave of exhaustion came over him. "I did it. Good," muttered Harry, in relief as his consciousness got blacker and blacker. The last thing he registered was the Philosopher's Stone in his hand turning to red dust and steps of someone approaching through the black fire before his whole world turned black. Harry landed unconscious on the stony floor of the Mirror Chamber.

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