"The Dark Lord...the one inside is not Quirrell, but a mysterious man?!"
Ron jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
Harry looked at the joking expression on Luke's face. At first he thought Luke was joking, but soon he saw Luke's firm eyes under the shadows.
This is not a joke.
The evil man who killed his parents was in that room. He trusted Luke's judgment.
"Do you really want that poor kid to remember that terrible night!?"
Ron seemed to hear Mrs. Weasley's scolding voice in his ears. Although it was George and Fred who were scolded that day, it also alerted him.
Ron grabbed Harry's hand with a snap and said, "Harry, let's go out first. It's too dangerous here."
"But Luke..."
"Luke, you can do it yourself! You are so strong! So smart..."
"Of course I can."
Luke looked at the two people who were pulling, the smile on his face unchanged. But the two people in front of him fell silent.
"It's okay for me. It doesn't matter if you don't go. I've been preparing for a long time just to give him a head-on blow here. But if you two... don't go, does it really matter?"
Haunted by those fears, constrained by those irrelevant concerns, intimidated by those who have already failed once...
This is not just a problem of a few wizards, but the current situation of the entire wizarding world.
Behind the whitewash of peace by the Ministry of Magic and the nobles is the fear of Voldemort by countless wizards, even though he has not appeared in public view for eleven years.
Fear even made them unwilling to face the fact that Voldemort had returned.
In this matter, even if the savior Harry Potter and the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, stood up together, no one was willing to believe them.
Wizards are like ostriches with their heads stuck in the sand.
Luke looked at the two people in front of him, saying nothing or doing anything. The potion in his hand was still shaking, shining with a moving glimmer under the light.
Harry's eyes focused on the bottle of potion. After a moment, he grabbed the potion without hesitation and drank it in one gulp.
"Harry!"
Ron looked shocked and stretched out his hand, but froze there.
"You go back first, Ron. I'll go with Luke. I can beat him the first time, and maybe I can beat him the second time."
Of course, what Harry said, coupled with the bitter smile on his face, was obviously not convincing.
"But……"
"Stop talking, Ron, I've made up my mind!"
The expression on Harry's face became more determined, and he seemed to have made up his mind.
"but……"
"Okay, that's it, Ron... If anything bad happens, I will give you my Nimbus 2000."
Harry was still a little distressed when he said this, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he was really thinking carefully about who to give his relic to.
"No! What I want to say is!" Ron had a troubled expression on his face, "You drank all the potion, what did Luke drink? How could he go with you to deal with the mysterious man?!"
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Although the bottle of potion itself looks like it is only enough for one person to drink.
But Ron's words still made Harry petrified.
To put it this way, it seems like he really died a big death.
However, Harry took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter! I can do it alone."
With that, he turned around and said to Luke: "Luke, please go to the Ministry of Magic to find connections and let Dumbledore come back first. I will try my best to hold that guy back and prevent him from escaping. Wait until Dumbledore comes back." …”
"That's too boring, Harry."
Luke looked at Harry, who looked like he was going to die happily, and said with a smile: "Dumbledore's departure is not a bad thing."
"I have looked for Professor McGonagall before I came here. If nothing else happens, she should be here soon. But that would be meaningless. She is just a remnant soul that has become extremely weak. If she is frightened by him, it will be unavoidable. So gutless.”
With that said, Luke took out another bottle of fire-traversing potion from his pocket, and said with a smile: "Let's go and meet your enemy."
"My... grandson."
…
"what are you saying!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Fred in front of her with anger.
Fred took half a step back under the lion-like eyes, but finally he bit the bullet and said: "Professor, Luke, Harry and Ron have already gone in. The one who went in before them was Professor Quirrell, Luke Said, that may be Professor Quirrell who is possessed by Voldemort, and if he gets the Philosopher's Stone, things will be very troublesome."
"Why are the old bastard and the little bastard so strict with their mouths! Why can't such a big thing be explained clearly!"
Professor McGonagall roared like a lioness.
Fred looked at Professor McGonagall who was furious and wanted to kill anyone. Although he had no idea what Professor McGonagall was angry about, he still swallowed. No wonder when he volunteered to take over this task, Luke looked at him as if he were looking at a moving corpse.
It turns out that the most dangerous task in this plan is here.
Professor McGonagall has been unhappy for a long time. Dumbledore didn't tell her many things. He even told Severus some things but didn't tell her either! Forget it, after all, this is not the first time Dumbledore has done such a thing. He always assigned what needed to be done to the most appropriate person.
Now there is another Luke, this little bastard. I care about him so much, but in the end, I am unwilling to say anything to myself. Damn it, is an 11-year-old little devil now in his rebellious stage?
How much did this guy hide from me?
"Mr. Weislai, I hope you won't hide anything from me anymore."
"There are no professors anymore. There really are no professors anymore. This is all I know."
Fred said quickly, shaking his head like a rattle.
But the implication was that he didn't know anything else about Luke, and that was all Luke told him.
Professor McGonagall nodded and walked out of her office.
She was going to find someone for help now, and her opponent was Voldemort. No matter what, there was no harm in calling a few more people.
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As for Luke...since the little bastard took the initiative to do this, he must be certain. So now she can't waste such an opportunity.
Maybe this is the chance to really eliminate Voldemort.
Otherwise, why would Luke and Dumbledore go through such trouble?
"They don't care at all about Voldemort's remnant soul..."
After listening to Hermione's question, Taylor said calmly: "Neither Dumbledore nor Luke, they didn't take this remnant soul to heart. Dumbledore didn't know it at first, but he found out later. I still haven’t changed my plan.”
"Luke knew from the beginning that if he really wanted to destroy Voldemort, he would have just conspired with Dumbledore from the beginning. But in fact, he did not spend more time competing with Dumbledore than he did with Voldemort. The time is short.”
Hermione looked puzzled, but she gradually understood that Dumbledore, who was known by the public to represent justice, and Luke's goals were not completely consistent. Together they can deal with Voldemort in front of them now.
There can also be a tense situation at a certain stage, with swords facing each other.
"Now is not the time to think about this, Hermione, let's keep working hard. No matter what aspect, try to help."
Taylor said helplessly.
"Luke Gunter."
Quirrell looked at the young man in front of him, the smile on his face was particularly wild.
"Oh! And you, Harry Po-ter!"
Harry looked at the strange Quirrell standing above him, and his terrible, contemptuous plosive voice, with a blank look on his face.
"Professor Quirrell, I didn't expect you to actually succeed? Is Voldemort's remnant soul asleep?"
Luke had a teasing smile on his face.
Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then realized what Luke was talking about, and his face became extremely ugly.
"That formula belongs to you... No, it was found in the unicorn's lair! How could it have anything to do with you!"
Harry looked at the two people in front of him, saying something he didn't understand, and suddenly realized that what Luke said before that he had made a lot of preparations might not be a joke. He was in a place unknown to everyone, and had prepared many things to deal with Voldemort.
"Whatever you think, Professor Quirrell, to be honest, I didn't expect you to be really carried away by this kind of power. Can't you see this kind of thing?"
Luke gestured to Harry while walking in the direction of the Mirror of Erised.
Behind Luke, Harry saw his finger pointing in the direction of the Mirror of Erised, and then his finger used magic to leave evil rules in the air.
"Magic stone."
"The Philosopher's Stone is in the Mirror of Erised?" Harry's expression changed slightly, but luckily he controlled himself quickly. Although he was confused as to why the magic stone was stuck in the mirror, he still moved towards it covertly.
At this time, Luke had helped him capture all of Quirrell's attention.
"Dazzled by the power? Ha!"
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Quirrell laughed disdainfully, and then said: "How can a child like you understand the greatness of power! And the beauty of power!"
He opened his arms and made a gesture of embracing the blue sky. The expression on his face looked particularly crazy under the candlelight. In the dark secret room, two teenagers and a crazy professor. For some reason, Harry suddenly had a bad association.
But Quirrell's laughter was finally interrupted by Luke.
"That's not true, Professor."
Half of Luke's face was hidden in the shadows, with an arrogant smile on his lips, and he waved the wand gently: "Professor, you are the one who doesn't know what power is!"
"Avada Kendawa!"
The green beam of light flew in the direction of Quirrell, and Harry looked at Luke with a horrified look. He often followed Luke, so he naturally knew a lot about the basics of magic. , he knew exactly what this spell was and what it represented.
But then he saw the words Luke's fingers were writing in the air again.
"Look in the mirror."
Harry did as he was told, not even thinking about why Luke would use the Unforgivable Curse. Because he had known for a long time that if Quirrell or Voldemort really got the Philosopher's Stone, it would definitely not be just a matter of the Unforgivable Curse.
Quirrell looked at the green beam of light shooting towards him and sneered. He waved his wand and raised a wall on the ground to block the life-killing curse.
"You are indeed not a good student. If you use the Unforgivable Curse on someone, you will end up in Azkaban."
After Quirrell blocked this move, he still spoke very arrogantly.
"Maybe, but I don't think I'll be arrested for using the Unforgivable Curse on you." Luke said nonchalantly, "Who do you think you are? A nobody? If Dumbledore hadn't given you a bite to eat , I’m afraid you have no place to stand in your original place of work.”
"And what about me? A member of the Gaunt family, a natural high-level member of the Ministry of Magic. They will naturally believe me. And this has nothing to do with the truth."
It is not easy to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. This is something everyone knows. Unless they are not afraid of getting into trouble and there is really no other way out, most people will not become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. .
Of course, except for crazy people like Snape. He really didn't think that he could teach potions class well, or he really didn't think that potions would be something that could be given to ordinary students.
To him, potions were something unique to genius from the very beginning. That's why he's so obsessed with Taylor.
And compared to potion technology, his black magic defense technology itself is not inferior. What's more, he himself is unwilling to become a professor. If he had to choose, he would rather become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Nobody... No, no, no, Luke, from now on, he won't be!" Quirrell didn't feel like he was angered, but in fact, veins appeared on his forehead, obviously that was not what he said.
"Luke Gunter, I suddenly feel that using your life as a banner for my fame is also very good!"
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"Avada Kendawa!"
Quirrell leaned back, looking very arrogant, and the wand in his hand also shot an extra thick dark green death beam.
Harry glanced over there, and then he saw the beam of light that was full of death. Just by looking at it, Harry seemed to feel strong resentment and anger, as if it could suck people's souls in. .
At this moment, Harry felt as if someone tapped his shoulder. He glanced at the mirror not far away and found that his father was quietly patting his shoulder. In the picture, his originally pale face turned rosy, and a smile appeared on his face.
Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone back into his pocket - at this moment, Harry felt something heavy fall on his shoulder. in the pocket.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
He put his hand into his pocket and touched an irregularly shaped stone.
This is how he got the magic stone!
This is incredible!
Harry nodded to Luke, who had been watching him from the corner of his eye. A smile appeared on Luke's face, who had just rolled on the ground rather shamelessly to avoid the killing curse.
Then without hesitation he took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket and threw it in Quirrell's direction.
Quirrell did not hesitate to break the bottle of potion during the flight, but soon a strange smell filled the air.
Quirrell's head felt a lot heavier in an instant.
He looked at Luke in surprise, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Thank you for your thoughts, dear Professor Quirrell!"
The smile on Luke's face was particularly chilling.
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