The golden fire dragon knocked Quirrell away. Visible to the naked eye, Quirrell's body softened and became silent the moment it collided with the wall behind him.
This is not a question of whether to lose or not, but a question of whether to die or not.
Harry looked at Quirrell who was slumped against the wall, swallowed, and put away his wand.
He finally understood why many times, they would be scolded by professors for doing the same thing as Luke.
In the opinion of the professors, although Luke is a child in terms of age, in fact, he can be regarded as an 'adult' in some aspects. Therefore, some of the choices Luke made seemed to them to be extreme, but not impossible. But if the same thing is done to a child of the same age as him, this matter is absolutely not feasible.
Luke has the power to control those dangers, but they don't.
He used to think why he couldn't do what Luke could do, but now he no longer has this question.
Although with the help of the magic stone, if you think about it, you will know that that huge magic power is really so easy to control?
What's more, can anyone really know how to activate the magic stone and extract the magic power from it?
And just as Harry was sighing, a puff of black smoke came out from Quirrell's body.
Harry suddenly became excited, took out the wand in his hand again and pointed it at the black smoke.
"Luke Gunter... I will record today's revenge. When I return, you will also be the target of my purge."
A gloomy voice filled with hatred echoed in the empty room.
The moment he heard the sound, Harry felt a small slippery snake burrowing from his ears toward his head.
"Ah……"
Luke just sneered, and then raised the magic stone high. The light on the magic stone shone brightly, and the wand in Luke's hand seemed to roar angrily, and then...
The black smoke ran through the wall...
The movement was so fast that Harry didn't even see the other party's movements clearly.
"You have the ability to finish your harsh words!"
Luke shouted loudly in the direction Voldemort left. But after shouting, another half minute passed, and Luke suddenly sat down and breathed heavily.
The sweat on his forehead oozed out in large drops, and in a short period of time, his whole body looked like he had been fished out of water.
He propped up the ground with the hand holding the magic stone, trying to see if he could stand up, but in the end he fell heavily to the ground. This time, the magic stone in his hand was even thrown out.
The irregular stone rolled around on the ground a few times, and then stopped on the ground, with cracks appearing.
"Luke!"
Harry quickly ran to Luke's side, helped him up, and placed him on a pillar not far behind him.
Luke looked pale at this time, as if he was in great pain.
"Ha... Harry... Demon..."
His expression looked a little ferocious because of the pain, and his hand trembled as he pointed at the magic stone lying quietly on the ground.
"The magic stone, right? I'll get it for you right now!"
Harry said as he quickly walked towards the Philosopher's Stone over there. To be honest, there are not many people who can say "get it for you" when faced with the magic stone. At least at this point, Harry is truly a rare animal in the wizarding world.
Luke couldn't even guarantee whether Taylor could achieve the same pleasure as Harry.
Of course he knew that everyone's pursuit was different, but what exactly was Harry pursuing?
No matter what colors were painted in the original work, Harry, who was new to the wizarding world and didn't have a deep understanding of the wizarding world, was a canvas with only a few strokes of paint.
Originally, the only author of this canvas was Dumbledore, but now there is another painter who wants to graffiti on this canvas with his own colors.
Of course, what Luke wants most is to see what Harry will develop into if he is just given an introduction?
It would be a very interesting story if Harry...became the third generation Dark Lord.
"Haha... I'm living my life so well. I really want to play tricks on myself so that I don't have to find any big trouble for myself when I'm brainstorming."
Luke was really worried that he would do something difficult if he found things boring.
After all, he is really used to making waves.
Harry on the other side didn't know that Luke was already thinking of arranging an interesting story for him. He just looked at the magic stone on the ground with some emotion.
Could such a small stone give Luke, who was about his own age, such a powerful force? Although he also knew that Luke must have his own reasons for being so strong. But this does not stop him from being quite envious of such things. Who doesn’t want to be a strong person?
In the Muggle world, personal force can no longer change the world. But in the wizarding world, it is still possible.
An extremely powerful wizard can control the power and change the world into what he wants.
And that's exactly what they did.
But Harry still didn't think so much now. He just leaned down silently, picked up the Sorcerer's Stone and prepared to hand it to Luke. But the moment his fingers touched the magic stone, the magic stone shattered with a 'snap'.
Harry swallowed and forced a laugh.
"The broken ones should be usable..."
As he spoke, he prepared to pick up the broken pieces, but before he could do anything, the broken pieces seemed to feel some pressure and shattered into powder.
"What!"
Harry finally couldn't help but curse.
"What's wrong Harry?"
Luke's concerned voice came from not far away, and Harry felt his body stiffen after hearing it.
After a long while, he straightened up, turned around, and said with a forced smile: "Luke, there seems to be a problem here..."
But when he turned his head... he was stunned again.
"What's wrong?"
The immature children's voice sounded, not to mention Harry, even Luke himself was stunned. He felt as if his clothes were much bigger and were getting bigger.
Harry looked at the Philosopher's Stone powder on the left, then looked at Luke on the right, blinked, and seemed a little dazed. His brain doesn't seem to be able to handle such complex things...
When Professor McGonagall and the others arrived belatedly, the first thing they saw was naturally the tall, majestic and majestic golden fire dragon. There were also golden snakes broken into gold nuggets all over the ground, and not far away there was a complete golden unicorn.
"Wow! It's real gold! And the transformation technique is also quite sophisticated."
Professor Flitwick couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Looking at the lifelike expression and posture of the fire dragon, down to the fact that every scale has a special pattern, I can only express my admiration for the proficiency of the transformation technique, the strong control of the magic power, and the fact that there are people who are really idle.
Professor Snape quickly searched for Voldemort's location, and then he saw Quirrell by the wall, lying there like a rag doll. He was obviously dead.
Professor McGonagall was attracted by another scene that attracted all her attention.
Harry was holding a broom and sweeping together a small pile of red powder. And standing next to Harry was a child with black hair, lake green eyes, and a wizard's robe that was too big, and looked to be only three or four years old...
Professor McGonagall stopped subconsciously, and Professor Flitwick and Snape behind her were also speechless for a moment.
Before they could say anything, Harry saw them.
"Professor, you are a little late."
After Harry finished speaking, he shook his head.
"It could also be that it comes at the right time."
It could be heard that Harry was indeed a little distracted, as if the impact of the information was still a bit too powerful.
"I have some bad news to tell you!"
A childish voice sounded like a child's voice with a milky scent, and the child made a serious face with his baby fat face.
But Professor McGonagall and the others only felt... cute...
"Is this...Luke?"
Professor McGonagall looked at the child carefully several times, and then tentatively asked Harry.
Harry pursed his lips and nodded sadly.
There was an awkward silence in the room for a moment.
"Tsk...heh..."
After all, the voice came out that the turtle could no longer live on campus.
When everyone's eyes turned to him, Professor Snape, who forced his face to remain tense, nodded seriously and said: "Okay, let's go back first. Since little Luke has something to say, we might as well find someone Listen where you are bound.”
Luke frowned at Snape, the dissatisfaction in his eyes undisguised.
It looks fierce.
Professor McGonagall felt like her heart was about to melt... She subconsciously stepped forward to hug Luke, and she even weighed him. Then he looked satisfied.
She looks very much like a peasant woman who is satisfied with the weight of her piglets...
"Put me down, Professor! Put me down!"
"Professor, let's talk it over if we have something to say. It's not necessary. It's really not necessary..."
"No, you are holding back your face!"
Harry felt that he was no longer so envious of Luke who was so majestic just now.
After all, his majesty was only seen by himself, Voldemort and the dead Professor Quirrell, and his current appearance should be seen by the entire Hogwarts teachers and students...
You were really handsome when you killed Voldemort alone, but you were really embarrassed when you were pinched by Professor McGonagall.
"Good luck, Luke."
…
Hermione and others who knew the news, as well as the students who heard the news from Fred, couldn't help coming here to pay homage to Luke and Harry, the two brave men who braved danger to fight against Voldemort.
The students of the Snake Academy, headed by Malfoy, were all arrogant, with proud and embarrassed expressions on their faces. Although they were proud, they stood there without moving, showing their pride in their silence. and calmness.
The students of the Lion Academy were busy discussing the new hero of their academy as if they were going to a market. The leader was naturally Ron, who once again began to narrate the horrific and strange scenes that he and Harry had seen.
Of course, the scariest thing is a giant monster without a head.
I don’t know why Quirrell’s trap was still a giant monster in the end. It's obvious that we have already failed once on the troll issue. But in this case, it sounds like it would be a better thing for Quirrell to be cheated in order to purchase a giant monster, rather than having problems with his own work.
Although after doing this, still clinging to the troll seems a bit too deliberate.
Of course, Ron didn't know any of these things. As long as he thought it was enough to talk about, it was enough.
The story in which Ron appropriately added his own weight is still very popular with everyone. After all, Ron's own scenes didn't steal the spotlight from Harry and Luke, and everyone took it seriously.
Malfoy just sneered and glanced at him disdainfully.
Logically speaking, professors should ban students from gathering here. But when a group of students made up their minds, without Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape, the other professors really couldn't resist the petition of a group of students.
This is also the disadvantage of their usually approachable image.
"Out!"
I don't know which sharp-eyed student shouted, and then everyone looked in that direction.
And when the first person came out, everyone's breathing was stagnant.
Because the first person to walk out was Professor Snape, who was the first person everyone expected to see the least.
When he walked out, everyone should have dispersed. After all, he hates this kind of students gathering together.
Especially when the Gryffindor students were still noisy.
When Professor Snape saw them for the first time, his brows subconsciously wrinkled, and then he opened his mouth. Seeing this scene, several senior students who were familiar with Professor Snape immediately turned around and left.
But what everyone didn't expect was that Professor Snape's open mouth actually closed, and even showed a fleeting smile of unknown meaning.
Professor Snape did not let everyone disperse but left the scene silently. The students were both happy and confused. What happened to professors today? Why is it so abnormal?
This feeling reached its peak when Professor Flitwick appeared.
"Oh, why are you all gathering around here? Disperse, disperse. Although there is nothing going on, there might be some danger, so you should disperse."
Professor Flitwick was easy to discuss in the past, coupled with the smile on his face now, so the students didn't show any fear. Instead, a few bolder Eagle Academy students asked: "Professor! It's really mysterious inside." person?"
Professor Flitwick twirled his beard, shook his head and said: "We are not sure..."
Of course you can't say this nonsense, let alone be the first to say it.
Fortunately, the attention focused on Professor Flitwick quickly shifted to the others.
Harry and Professor McGonagall walked out of the room. The Gryffindor students did not hesitate to applaud and cheer. They were willing to send their voices to the brave and dean of their own college.
But all the students in the Snake Academy frowned. The person they were expecting did not appear.
Just when they were about to ask.
Taylor's voice suddenly rang out.
"Luke, is it Luke?"
Only then did everyone realize that Professor McGonagall was holding a child wearing an oversized wizard robe that didn't fit.
When Taylor asked questions, the child who buried his head on Professor McGonagall's shoulder seemed to shiver. After a long time, he turned his head, revealing his black hair and green face.
"Don't worry, Taylor, I'm fine, it's just a little accident..."
"Wow!
!
"
"Buzz——"
No one cared what Luke said anymore.
There was only an uproar.
