Chapter 107

"Hmm," Voldemort whispered, as Quirinus was pushed into a corner of his own mind. It felt good to have control again. Soon, he thought, he would have his own body.

'But for now, let's see what the old coot has done.' he thought as he quickly smothered the ward by the sheer volume of his power, vitally damaging the entire ward system, but draining Quirinus's core in the process.

Then he turned to Harry.

Neither Quirrell nor Harry had any idea about the sheer genius of this final trap.

A few months before the current events, Albus Dumbledore had set up a Fidelius charm in a corner of the room and placed the stone in it. He then set up a complex switching charm based on two conditions.

1 - The absence of any and all dark magic traces on the person's core

2 - The absence of any intention of using the stone for their own gain.

The charm was then connected to the mirror to help detect the person's intentions.

Should the person want to use the stone, the switching charm wouldn't activate and they wouldn't get it. Should they use a hostage they had kidnapped, the mirror would simply show them their desire to go back home. Should they destroy the mirror, they would fail. The mirror was indestructible.

Absolute Protection.

Then, he had layered the mirror with some nastily powerful wards as a diversion. The sheer simplicity and brilliance of the trap was truly something else.

Had Harry not thought many times in his free afternoons of how he could heal people and enhance his healing skill by using the stone, Quirrell would have found the stone in Harry's pocket, since he wasn't a hostage, but had come to protect the stone.

But he had thought of it, and so the stone was beyond the reach of either of them.

A plan had formed in Harry's head a few minutes after he'd regained his bearings from the first Cruciatus. All he needed was make sure the timing was perfect to execute it.

Harry saw Quirrelmort turn and walk towards him. His eyes two glowing orbs of red.

"It'll take a few minutes for the wards to decline. Until then, I must tell you something Harry." he said in a jovial tone, bending down to where Harry was lying fully bound and tied.

With a wave of his wand, a piece of cloth appeared and blindfolded Harry.

Harry felt the air brush his face as Voldemort whispered in his ears, "It is much more difficult to withstand a Cruciatus when you can't see it coming. Crucio!"

Harry's mouth let open in a silent scream. It was so much worse with Voldemort casting it. When he let up, Harry was left a blubbering mess.

"Hmm," Voldemort said, "It is so much better when you are casting the curse yourself."

Meanwhile, Harry started putting his plan into action. He sent his mana into his own blood.

Ping!

Do you wish to heal - Status: Cruciatus neural damage -70% to all stats.

YES/NO?

Yes, he thought and felt his pain clear away.

Quirrelmort was gloating while he walked back towards the mirror. Seeing his chance, Harry quickly opened up his inventory and pulled out the small item using his mouth.

With a small smile, he said to the gloating Dark Lord, "You definitely shouldn't have blindfolded me."

"What are you-"

A flashbang rolled up to Quirrelmort's feet.

He looked up at Harry to see him grinning through his blindfold. "Boom bitch"

The flashbang went off with an enormous bang, shredding Quirrell's eardrums due to proximity and rendering him sightless.

Harry had fallen onto the ground. He wriggled about a bit and shook off the blindfold, wincing at his own hurting head as a faint voice filtered through the ringing noise in his ears.

"KILL THE BOY…KILL…HIM NOW! "

Harry flopped around a bit to see Quirrell, with his eyes and ears bleeding, trying to get up onto his feet while his master shouted at him from his parasitic position behind his head. Harry's spirits lifted when he realized that Voldemort had lost full possession over Quirrell's body!

His Gamer's Mind went to work. He was seeing things clearer than ever before. A glance towards the black hellfire still burning in the door gave him an idea.

Hellfire disintegrated all forms of matter. That was what it said in the description.

"Come on hellfire. Don't fail me now," Harry muttered as he struggled over to the fire and brought his bindings into contact with it. With a small hiss, the powerful form of magical fire went to work.

It was working! The hellfire was turning the entire thing into ashes!

With a cry of victory, Harry leapt to his feet and shook off the rope before any of the fire could get on him.

Quirrell was still struggling to get back up, and his parasite still was shouting orders. No magic that Harry knew was going to work against as powerful a sorceror as Voldemort. But Harry didn't need magic to win.

He opened up his inventory and pulled out Gandiva. With Quirrell rendered immobile and disoriented, his legendary bow was his best bet as a powerful enough physical weapon.

Notching explosive arrow after explosive arrow, he let them loose at the man with two faces.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The floor shook hard from the explosions, large cracks forming all across it.

The explosions somehow didn't do any damage, probably because of some sort of protective spell Voldemort had put on himself. But the physical arrows were unstoppable by the anti-magic wards.