"Why? Hermione, you and Harry should go. You are much more useful than me."
After hearing Hermione's words, Neville yelled out.
"There's almost nothing you don't know."
Hermione's title of know-it-all is not for nothing. Her knowledge reserve is richer than those children who grew up in the wizarding world.
There is a magic spell to deal with almost any time.
"Listen to me, Neville." Hermione said calmly, "You and Harry are the strongest among us in actual combat."
If Hermione has the most knowledge among them, then Harry and Neville are the most practical among them.
Yes, actual combat.
After receiving group tutoring from professors, Harry fully demonstrated his amazing talent. His learning progress was not fast, but his growth was extremely rapid.
Neville's words are about fighting intuition. Many times he imitates Dudley's fighting style, but he is not as strong.
In fact, there is another Malfoy, but he is fainted now.
As for Ron, these are not Ron's areas of expertise. He has more suitable methods.
"In terms of knowledge reserve, you are actually no worse than me. Especially you, Harry. Have you been secretly studying during this time?"
Harry scratched his head in embarrassment at being named.
He was indeed studying secretly, and more and more people called Dudley Brother D, which made him feel a crisis.
It's obviously me first, it's obvious that I'm the real brother.
It's not that he didn't want Dudley to be popular, it was just a certain emotion in his heart that was causing trouble.
Ron looked at Harry with wide eyes and disbelief.
'Don't we all eat, sleep, exercise and play together? Why didn’t I know you were studying secretly? '
Hermione explained again: "Harry, Neville, I'll leave the rest to you! But don't force it, I think Dudley will be here soon."
Harry asked: "But we drank the potion, so what will Brother D do?"
"Dudley must have a way, because that's Dudley!" Hermione said confidently.
'Yes, that's Dudley, there will definitely be a way. '
"Yeah!" Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
So, Neville and Harry drank the potion and got into the wall of fire.
Almost at the same time, an invisible shadow also followed in.
This is an empty room, with nothing in it except a mirror placed in the middle.
There is no door at the back of the room, which means this is the last room.
'Maybe we can finish the test before Brother D comes. '
Such thoughts couldn't help but arise in Harry's mind.
"Harry, this mirror? Come and take a look!"
A scream interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he saw Neville standing in front of the mirror, looking straight at the scene in the mirror.
Harry walked over and recognized the mirror as the one he had seen during the Christmas holidays.
Mirror of Erised.
"I saw my parents, them! They recovered!"
Neville looked very excited, almost ready to cry.
"Listen to me, Neville. That's not true!"
After hearing Dudley explain the principle of the Mirror of Erised, Harry quickly stepped forward to comfort the excited Neville: "Calm down."
"I also saw my parents there, but it was fake and illusory."
"Potter is right."
A strange voice sounded, and Harry turned around. He saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing in the corner of the room.
That was the only professor among all the professors who never gave them any extra lessons.
Professor Quirrell.
The professor who was scared unconscious by a troll at Halloween dinner.
At this time, he changed from his normal state and stood at the door with a completely different attitude than before.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Potter."
There was no stumbling when speaking, and the original stuttering characteristic also disappeared.
Quirrell stared at Harry with a gloomy expression, but he seemed to be deliberately hiding the position of his butt, and his expression looked a little unnatural.
Professor Quirrell is the final test?
No, something's wrong.
Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, accompanied by a strong burning sensation.
The feeling made him feel like his head was going to burst.
"Harry Potter!"
In a daze, Harry seemed to hear another voice, a voice that did not belong to Quirrell at all.
"Let me see him! Face to face!"
Quirrell's expression was very unnatural, and he wanted to say something, but the owner of the voice made him unable to resist. He slowly untied the thick long scarf wrapped around his head, turned around, and revealed his The back of his head was definitely not the back of a normal person's head. There was actually another human face with no distortion on it.
"Look what I've become!"
The distorted face began to speak. The way of speaking was not relying on vocal cords. It had nothing like that. The opening and closing of its mouth was terrifying.
"There's only shadow and vapor left and it's all your fault, Potter!"
Voldemort, or just Voldemort's remaining soul.
"Because of you! It's all because of you that I can only share a body with others now."
"But I never dreamed that you would appear in front of me."
As he spoke, Voldemort actually controlled Quirrell's body in reverse, raised his wand, and with a slight lift, countless ropes appeared out of thin air, tying Harry up layer by layer.
Facing the huge difference in strength, Harry had no ability to resist at all.
No matter the experience, magic power, or knowledge, they are far inferior to the other party, even if it is just a remnant soul.
Voldemort looked at Harry carefully and didn't find any difference between him and other little wizards: "Look, no matter how you look at it, he is obviously just an extremely ordinary and ordinary little wizard. Why... why was he able to kill that little wizard eleven years ago?" Where is the perfect me, the powerful me?”
There was deep confusion and doubt in his tone, and his eyes were already filled with Chiguo's murderous intent.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the opportunity to kill Harry Potter.
Neville took advantage of the conversation between the other party and Harry to secretly take out a few seeds from his pocket.
A curse hit Neville's wrist, and the seeds spilled all over the floor.
"Don't try to act in front of me, little one."
Only then did Voldemort notice Neville, and his blood-red pupils shrank slightly after seeing him.
"Neville. Neville Longbottom!"
He recognized Neville's identity, and it brought back some bad memories.
As we all know, wizards do not believe in science, they believe in prophecies.
In the prophecy that destroyed the Dark Lord, it was actually not only Harry, but also another person who met the requirements. In other words, there should be two children of the prophecy who can kill the Dark Lord.
One is the famous Harry Potter, and the other is the Neville Longbottom in front of him.
Theoretically, the savior was among them, but Voldemort happened to choose Harry.
Voldemort looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.
Even though he was the Dark Lord, he began to feel a little shaken and panicked in his heart.
'Is the original prophecy going to come true again? ! '
Do you want him to choose again? And then die again?
No! no way!
(End of chapter)
