I was inventing at Hogwarts

Rigg looked at Voldemort. His pupils seemed to be a golden red with fire at this time, and his golden hair was floating in the air because of the full magic power.

The extreme high temperature roasted the entire classroom, and fireballs of unpredictable shapes stretched out their tongues of fire and burned nearby, making a crackling sound.

"So it's you." Voldemort said through gritted teeth.

After being blown away by the blazing flames in the Forbidden Forest last time, he had to use his own power to save Quirrell's broken body.

The original plan to clear the level without anyone noticing was also ruined, so I could only start rudely in advance and forcefully clear the level to get the magic stone.

Feeling the magic power on the opposite side that fluctuated like the waves of the sea, Voldemort's slit-like eyes widened, and he curled his fingers.

There must be no time left for this little wizard to use up the flames.

Rigg saw Voldemort's bent fingers and turned palms. Generally speaking, this was a sign that the wizard wanted to attack and use magic spells.

But he wasn't worried at all.

Because he has companions.

Harry, who was well prepared, pounced forward, spreading his fingers hard to cover more area.

Voldemort's grasped fingers soon became covered with blood blisters, and the skin continued to tighten, eventually turning into charcoal.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face, his sharp nails digging into Voldemort's already bloody skin.

"what is this----"

Voldemort's pulling gesture was interrupted by Harry. He struggled and fought with Harry on the ground, with blisters on his face and body that would not subside.

Biceps bulging, Harry pinned Voldemort firmly to the ground.

This attack confirmed his suspicions: whenever he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, both Quirrell and Voldemort would feel excruciating pain.

Good nutrition and the Quidditch training designed by Wood made Harry's body full of muscles. It was not as difficult to suppress an already weak Voldemort as it was to suppress a Quaffle.

He held on to Voldemort so hard that he was in so much pain that he couldn't curse himself and Rigg.

Voldemort screamed and tried desperately to get rid of Harry. Quirrell was also woken up from the coma and fell into a coma again, over and over again.

There isn't even much blood left in this body now.

Because he was holding on to Voldemort, Harry's headache became more and more severe. His eyes were dark and filled with little stars.

Harry could only hear Quirrell's horrific screams and Voldemort's vicious roar.

"Kill him!" "Help me!"

Other voices shouted: "Harry! Harry!"

The voice was like the voices of his family in his fantasy when he was looking at the Mirror of Erised, but maybe it was an illusion in his mind.

Seeing Rigg preparing to attack, a legendary sense of heroism emerged from Harry's heart.

He shielded himself with Voldemort's body and shouted: "Rig!"

Rigg had been prepared for a long time, but Voldemort's resistance was too great. When he and Harry rolled on the ground together, he was afraid of hurting Harry.

Now that Harry was ready, Harry half-lifted the mummified Quirrell as if he were lifting a child.

Rigg raised his arm, his palm facing Voldemort, and he pushed forward slightly.

Countless flames that had turned into white or even transparent slowly flew towards Voldemort under the guidance of Rigg's magic power.

Seeing the flying fireball, Voldemort's eyes were filled with fear, without any of the calmness and arrogance that had frightened Harry before.

The layers of wounds, the inexplicable curse on Harry, the decaying body that was about to end its life but was forcibly hung...

Voldemort wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Rigg felt the flow of magic power, and the fireball flew past slowly, which proved that his control had reached a higher level.

"Stab-"

The further it flew forward, the smaller the area of ​​the fireball became, and finally there was only a small concentrated ball left, flying towards Voldemort's head very quickly.

Rigg's raised arms were trembling slightly, and he couldn't control them anymore after turning into this little ball.

Voldemort screamed, trying to move his head.

But it is all in vain, a waste of effort.

Rigg would not allow Voldemort to escape this fatal blow, and neither would Harry, who was ready to sacrifice his life for justice.

After the fireball flew to Voldemort's face, it slowly pressed down, and the skin it touched was scorched, giving off a strange charcoal roasting smell.

"You should really try high-temperature hair removal." Rigg said with a smile to Voldemort, who was screaming silently.

Voldemort could no longer even make a sound, and his vicious little eyes could no longer be opened.

Harry laughed out loud at Rigg's sudden sense of humor, and almost failed to suppress Voldemort, who was on the verge of death and almost overturned him with a burst of force.

After the fireball burned Voldemort's head in all directions, he stopped moving.

Rigg's face was extremely pale, and he paused his magic output while panting. The feeling of emptiness radiating from the inside out of his body made Rigg shudder.

After waiting for a while, Harry carefully let go of his hand and stood up.

Quirrell just lay on the ground, motionless.

"Is he dead?"

In the distance, Hermione and Ron, standing at the door of the room, ready to escape at any moment, asked together.

The fear from before still remained on Ron's face, and he was clearly ready to leave, but he still held the long sword in his arms.

When Hermione looked at Voldemort from Rigg, she pulled Ron, who was standing blankly, and ran to the door, ready to leave at any time.

The Philosopher's Stone was with her, and she had to ensure that this treasure, which everyone had worked hard on, would not fall into Voldemort's hands and become a tool to help him recover.

Standing in the doorway, Hermione was almost overwhelmed by the guilt.

Although this was part of their plan, when she actually stood on the threshold, she only felt like a coward. She also wanted to fight with Rigg and Harry.

If it weren't for her lack of trust in Ron's work, Hermione would have entrusted Ron with the Philosopher's Stone and then went back to help Rigg.

"he died."

Li Ge carefully inspected the body.

It's really strange. He obviously killed someone, but he didn't question himself after killing someone.

Neither did Harry.

Harry's face was filled with genuine joy, and his green eyes were bright and watery, filled with tears.

Voldemort was so arrogant and ruthless that talking about killing his parents was like killing a chicken.

"I killed your father first, but he would rather die than give in and fight me bravely. Your mother didn't have to die, but she tried her best to protect you." Voldemort said this with a cruel look on his face smile.

Thinking of what Voldemort had said before, Harry kicked his body uncontrollably, then ran to the Mirror of Erised and cried in front of the mirror.

Rigg looked at Harry silently, with Hermione crying excitedly in his arms, and his hands gently stroking Hermione's long hair.

"Everyone stand back!"

Snape, who finally arrived, seemed to have dragged down all the storms in England. His eyes were empty and there was no expression on his face.

Finally finally! ! Shark Voldemort! !

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