Chapter 37: Escape

"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell, angered by Snape's reaction, cast a killing curse. Snape dodged the killing curse, and the two began to fight on the chessboard full of statues. Quirrell knew that if he couldn't deal with Snape in the shortest time, when Dumbledore came, it would not be a question of whether he could beat him or not, but a question of whether he could escape or not.

"Order of the Puppet!" Quirrell used a spell that Snape had never heard of. All around, the black and white chess pieces that had been quiet came to life and surrounded Snape. Although Snape's skills and combat awareness were both top-notch. However, two fists could not beat four hands, and he was soon forced to retreat by the numerous statues. He could only watch Quirrell step into the next room.

And the person who arranged the next level was Quirrell, so he naturally passed here unscathed and came to a row of potions. Faced with a puzzle that even a first-year student could solve, Quirrell smiled disdainfully, grabbed the smallest bottle, took a gulp, and then stepped into the fire circle in front of him.

In front of Quirrell was an empty round hall, low in the middle and high around, with steps leading down. In the central open space, on a pedestal, a mirror was quietly standing. At this moment, a huge silver net was tightly wrapping the mirror, and the mirror was becoming more and more transparent.

Quirrell didn't care. He just thought that the giant net was a spell cast by Dumbledore himself to prevent anyone from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. This was the most dangerous time for Sherry. Quirrell only needed a killing curse to interrupt Sherry's fusion and cause severe damage to Sherry's body and soul. Quirrell walked around the mirror and realized that the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in this mirror, but he didn't know how to get it.

It was obviously not advisable to destroy the mirror, because it was likely to destroy the Philosopher's Stone as well. Quirrell tried to send out a few magic spells to detect, but no results were fed back.

At this moment, in the air outside, the thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally crashed down on a tower, and then shattered into a piece of electric sparks on the protective magic of Hogwarts.

The sound of "boom" continued, and lightning fell like rain, but it was obvious that there was no way to deal with the protective magic of Hogwarts.

Quirrell finally lost his patience completely, and the mirror had become an illusory shadow at this moment, and it was about to disappear completely. Quirrell raised his wand and planned to completely destroy the mirror. Since he couldn't get it, he would completely destroy it to prevent it from being obtained by others.

"You can't get the Philosopher's Stone like this, Professor Quirrell." A loud voice sounded in the room, making it hard to believe that it was the voice of an old man who was more than a hundred years old. Dumbledore, wearing a purple pajamas embroidered with stars and moons, slowly walked into the round hall.

"You really want it too much," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but when I hid it in the mirror, I set it so that only those who don't want the Philosopher's Stone can take it out."

"Dumbledore!" Quirrell's heart sank. Facing this man who is known as the greatest wizard of the time, the pressure was enormous. But thinking of his own trump card, he regained some confidence.

"Let me talk to him!" A hoarse and sinister voice like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue sounded in Quirrell's body, and successfully made Dumbledore restrain the smile on his face and stare at Quirrell's head with a serious face.

"But Master, your strength has not fully recovered." Quirrell said worriedly.

"It's okay, it's still okay to say a few words." Quirrell began to untie the garlic-smelling headscarf on his head, and finally revealed a man's face with flat features on the back of his head.

"Hello, Tom!" Dumbledore was also a little surprised. He originally thought that Quirrell just had some relationship with Voldemort and was another believer brainwashed by Voldemort. Who knew that Quirrell would always keep Voldemort on the back of his head. If Dumbledore had known this, he would have taken the initiative to take down Quirrell, and would not have let him stir up trouble and cause so much trouble.

"Hello, Dumbledore!" Voldemort smiled weakly, "I didn't expect to meet you under such circumstances."

"Me too, Tom," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "So, I want to make this meeting our last." After saying that, he swung the wand in his hand, and a red lightning bolt struck from the tip of the wand, aiming at Voldemort's face.

Although Voldemort was very weak, he was not a vegetarian. He took over Quirrell's body directly, waved his wand to stop the lightning, and then waved it over his head. The roof suddenly cracked, and a large amount of sand and dirt fell towards Dumbledore, but was avoided by Dumbledore.

The two quickly connected a line of light between their wands and began to compete directly in magic. In this respect, Voldemort was slightly at a disadvantage, after all, this was not his original body.

Soon, Dumbledore completely suppressed Voldemort, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time to capture him.

At this time, the Mirror of Erised, which was about to disappear, was completely swallowed by Sherry after emitting a burst of unwilling golden light. At the same time, a dark red stone emitting a faint halo flew out of the silver giant net.

Voldemort and Dumbledore saw the Philosopher's Stone flying in the air at the same time, and they all tried to snatch it. At this time, Sherry turned into a silver light again and escaped along the way he came.

Just as Sherry completely devoured the Mirror of Erised, the sky clouds, which had been increasingly violent, suddenly calmed down. Just as they appeared, the thick black clouds quickly dissipated silently, leaving only a crescent moon quietly watching everything in the night sky.

In fact, Dumbledore knew something was wrong the moment he saw the big net on the Mirror of Erised. But compared to Voldemort, Sherry was obviously not that important, so he ignored him and started fighting.

As mentioned earlier, the Philosopher's Stone is the highest achievement of magic alchemy in this world. Once swallowed, Sherry will gain unparalleled benefits. Of course, Sherry did not want to "eat" the Philosopher's Stone, but he could not.

The outside world has already had a strong rejection reaction because of Sherry's behavior, and this is just swallowing the Mirror of Erised. Once Sherry attacks the Philosopher's Stone, the thunder in the sky is estimated to increase its power tenfold, smashing Sherry and the entire building into ashes. Sometimes, not being greedy can help you live longer.

After throwing out the Philosopher's Stone to attract the attention of Voldemort and Dumbledore, Sherry decisively ran away, sneaked all the way back to Harry's dormitory, wrapped around his wrist, and deeply restrained his breath.

After swallowing the Mirror of Erised this time, Sherry possessed a trace of the Mirror of Erised, and the world's repulsion to him was greatly reduced. What surprised Sherry even more was that he was proficient in all the first-level illusion magic. Originally thought that it might take him several years to slowly analyze all the first-level magic, but suddenly a bright road appeared. In the future, as long as he swallowed the corresponding magic creations of the eight major factions of magic, Sherry would be able to master the various magics as soon as possible and quickly improve his combat power, instead of living in fear like this.

On the other side, Dumbledore trapped Quirrell with a magic while snatching the Philosopher's Stone. But Voldemort directly separated himself from Quirrell's body, took away all the vitality of Quirrell's body, left Dumbledore with a dehydrated corpse, and then turned into smoke and escaped. Dumbledore was caught off guard and after casting a spell that had no effect on the smoke, he could only watch helplessly as the other party fled.

The next morning, Harry found his teacher on his wrist again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Life in school returned to its previous calm, but Harry occasionally saw an obituary published in the Daily Prophet, the news that the famous alchemist Nick Flamel and his wife died at the same time.

No matter how many things happened behind the scenes, they were not shown on the surface. On this day, Professor Flitwick took Harry to Professor Dumbledore's office, saying that there was a visitor to see him.

Harry stepped into the principal's office in confusion, and at first sight he saw the man sitting on the chair, moving constantly, staring at him intently.

"Harry, let me introduce you," Dumbledore said, "This is Sirius Black, your parents' best friend and your godfather."

"Harry!" Black called Harry timidly, and after seeing that Harry had no rejection reaction, "I'm sorry, I should have come to see you a month ago, but my life was so bad before that I had to spend some time to adjust myself."

"My godfather?" Harry was a little confused for a moment. He had always thought that he had no close relatives in this world except for his annoying aunt and his wife. But now, the tall and thin man standing in front of him, who was slightly afraid of him, was the family he had been thinking about day and night.

"Are you really my godfather?" Harry was a little unbelievable.

"Yes," Sirius squatted down in front of Harry and gently rubbed his hair with his hands, "They are my best friends. Has anyone told you that you look like your father, except for your eyes, your eyes are like..."

"My mother's." Harry once heard Hagrid say this.

"Yes, your eyes are like Lily's." Sirius said softly. (To be continued)