Chapter 225 The Destroyed Philosopher's Stone?

Voldemort seemed to want to see Kyle being discovered by Dumbledore when he was making Horcruxes.

Or in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he would be discovered.

"Don't bother with that, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.

Voldemort's words cannot be fully believed. Except for himself, no one else knows whether the content on it is true or false. It can only be said that most of it should be true.

Before getting the book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed", it is still okay to use it as a reference.

"You just said... Professor?" Voldemort's face was a little strange.

"After all, you taught me something..." Kyle said as a matter of course: "No matter what, I should call you professor."

"Heh, stupid trick..."

Voldemort sneered: "Do you think I will let you go, you smart guy.

Enjoy your next day, I will come back one day."

"I will find you, no matter how many Horcruxes you make, I will dig them out, you... can't escape!"

"Then you have to look for it carefully, my dear professor." Kyle smiled.

At this time, the black flame that had been extinguished burned again, and it was obvious that someone had entered the room again.

"Just in time."

Kyle took out another bottle of potion and held it in his hand, and then took out his invisibility cloak.

"Tell me...how did you do it..." Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "Knowing that it was me on Quirrell...you could still wait here in advance..."

"It's not hard to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly: "Horcrux, unicorn blood, elixir...put these together, the answer is already obvious."

"As for why I can come here in advance...I have to thank Bella...ahem, Mr. Potter."

...

Soon, the black magic fire suddenly swayed, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

Harry originally thought he would see Snape, or even Voldemort, but it turned out not to be.

There was only one person crawling on the ground in the room...

There was also a familiar scarf scattered next to him, which belonged to Professor Quirrell.

"Professor?" Harry walked over carefully, but after just two steps, he was horrified to find that there was a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Harry felt a chill on his back, and he subconsciously stepped back, wanting to return to the warm castle.

But he stopped when he thought that Voldemort might get the Philosopher's Stone.

He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have fainted, and the face on the back of his head also closed its eyes tightly. Although its lips were still slightly opening and closing, as if it was saying something, there was no sound at all.

Although Harry was curious, he didn't dare to go close.

He carefully walked around Quirrell.

It was not until then that he found that there was something standing next to him, which was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.

"So Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here." Harry whispered.

Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't help but step forward to take a look.

"There's nothing around here, maybe the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in it..." He thought so and then came to the mirror.

There was no one else this time. He only saw himself in the mirror. At first, his face was pale and his expression was panic, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back in his pocket again.

Harry was confused. He didn't understand what the person in the mirror was doing... asking him for money?

"Dang..."

But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry screamed, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

However, Harry didn't notice that when he said the three words "Philosopher's Stone", Quirrell behind him suddenly opened his eyes.

Just as he was looking at the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell had already stood up unsteadily.

"Philosopher's Stone... Haha... Philosopher's Stone..." He lowered his head and whispered softly.

Harry was startled and turned around and hid the Philosopher's Stone behind him.

"Don't even think about it. I won't give it to you!"

But Quirrell didn't mean to snatch it. He started laughing and stretched out his hand.

"Go to hell... Haha, go to hell!"

Speckled flames began to appear around, and in just a moment, these flames began to burn violently. They gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. If it continued like this, it wouldn't be long before the flames would fill the entire room.

"Stop!"

Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing more flames.

Blisters began to appear on Quirrell's arm, but he seemed to feel no pain and grabbed Harry with his backhand, trying to drag him into the flames.

"It's all because of you... because of you... let's die together..."

Harry felt the scar on his forehead piercingly painful, and his head seemed to be split in half... his eyes went black... he could only hear Quirrell's resentful screams.

There were also some voices shouting: "Potter! Potter!"

However, this might be an illusion in his mind.

Harry's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. He vaguely saw that the Philosopher's Stone, which he had held in his hand, had fallen to the ground at some point and was quickly swallowed by the flames.

"No..." Harry murmured desperately, trying to break free from Quirrell's arm.

Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.

The pain on his forehead eased, and Harry, who had regained consciousness, was about to rush into the flames to find the Philosopher's Stone when he was stopped by someone.

"This is Fiendfyre, you will die!"

"Kyle, Kyle?" Harry looked at the man in surprise, "Why are you here!"

"No time to explain..." Kyle frowned.

He admitted that he was a little careless.

He saw Quirrell wake up, but he didn't stop him.

Originally thought Quirrell was just a last gasp, and got up to find Harry to die, but he didn't expect that he was in such a ghostly state, and he could still cast the Fiendfyre without a wand.

What a tough life!

Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and the wand gradually lit up orange light.

But before he was ready to take the next step, the Fiendfyre in the room suddenly disappeared.

"It seems I'm here just in time."

Dumbledore appeared at the door. He didn't even take his wand. He just moved his fingers to disperse the surrounding fierce fire.

"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to say something.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "We'll talk about this later, Harry, you need to rest now."

While speaking, his blue eyes kept staring at Kyle, seeming a little surprised.