Chapter 492： The story of Quirinas Quirrell (end) (2/2)

Quirrell was quite helpless, he suddenly discovered how reliable the way the guy who sold all the news was.

If you follow the other's advice from the beginning, you won't waste a lot of time.

”What's the use of giving up your incompetence and stealing the magic mirror,” Voldemort was rather dissatisfied with Quirrell's incompetence.

Just as Quirrell was about to pack up the entire magic mirror, he heard footsteps not far away, and the famous Harry Potter would actually appear here.

Quirrell smiled, very happy!

Because of the stupid Potter, he thought it was Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

It seems that his performance was very successful.

Of course, it has a lot to do with Snape who does not look like a good person.

Quirrell easily controlled Harry and brought him to the Mirror of Eris, chattering about his deeds. He also yearned for someone to share this with himself, and liked seeing the incredible expression on Potter's face.

Anyway, after getting the Philosopher's Stone, he would no longer let the opponent live in the world.

To blame, blame himself for being too nosy.

”What did you see?” Quirrell asked expectantly.

”I saw myself winning the Academy Cup for Gryffindor.” Harry replied, but another voice sounded in the room.

He is lying!

”Tell me the truth, what did you see just now?” Quirrell pointed his wand at Harry's head, almost blinding him in the eye.

”Let me talk to him... face to face...”

The Dark Lord was also interested in defeating his own Potter, however, this made Quirrell feel terrified and uneasy.

Every time, the Dark Lord consumes energy, it will greatly weaken Quirrell's life.

The blood of the unicorn did make Quirrell immortal, but his life was still being consumed continuously. He was just immortal. Now Quirrell is getting weaker and weaker.

The Dark Lord really deserves to be the Dark Lord. He could easily see through Harry's lies and found the Philosopher's Stone hidden by Dumbledore-right in Harry's pocket.

Although Quirrell didn't know exactly how Dumbledore did it, he didn't want to know at all, as long as he could get the Sorcerer's Stone.

The Dark Lord was not robbing the Philosopher's Stone for the first time, but was tempting Potter to be loyal to him. There was no doubt that he had failed.

Moreover, Harry Potter rushed into the black flames by himself. He was so stupid. Didn't he know the horror of those flames?

”Grab him, hurry!” Voldemort screamed angrily.

Harry Potter died if he died, but he would never tolerate the opponent destroying the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell, who was already prepared, immediately pounced on ~ and knocked Harry to the ground. He rode on Harry Potter, pinched the opponent's neck with both hands, preparing to strangle the savior to death.

”My hand-my hand!” Quirrell was horrified to find that where he was in contact with Harry's skin, countless blisters began to appear, as if they had been burned by fire, they were red and shiny.

”Fool, kill him with magic, hurry up!”

Voldemort's harsh voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

When Quirrell was about to use magic to kill Harry, the other party desperately touched Quirrell's skin with both hands, causing him to scream in pain and unable to use magic.

As long as you kill Harry Potter and kill him, you will be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone, and you will be able to realize your desires and have the power and power you want.

Quirrell desperately tried to push Harry away from him, but the violent pain almost completely overwhelmed his sanity.

Finally, Quirrell felt someone pull Harry Potter away from him, who had passed out.

Dumbledore, he actually came back.

At the moment Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort realized that he had failed, and the mutilated soul broke free from Quirrell, rushed into the distance, and soon disappeared.

Voldemort's departure was almost the last straw that crushed Quirrell. With his departure, Quirrell's life like a candle in the wind was about to die.

Even the cursed life bestowed by the unicorn cannot prevent death from coming.

Quirrell fell to the ground, looking at the direction Voldemort was fleeing, Dumbledore's figure reflected in his pupils, his lips moved lightly, and he murmured, ”You liars!”

Quirrell was dead, but not worthy of mercy.

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