The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 144 Death River
Harry tilted his head back and poured the potion that would allow him to pass through the black flames safely, and walked into the fire.

The black flames licked his body, but he didn't feel it—for a split second, he couldn't see anything but the black flames.Then, he came to the other side smoothly and entered the final room.

A man in a hood has his back turned to him.In front of the man stood a magnificent mirror.

After hearing the sound, Voldemort turned around, saw the person coming, smiled on his noseless face, and said:

"I was just wondering if it was Yaxley who came in, or you—Harry Potter."

"With me here, you can never get the Philosopher's Stone."

It wasn't until the moment of facing Voldemort that the long-lost fear and hatred flooded Harry's mind again.With trembling hands, he said forcefully, "Compared to you, Snape is simply a very good man."

"Snape?"

Voldemort gave a strange smile, a chilling sneer:

"Snape flying around like a giant bat? He has caused a lot of trouble to my former master... He threatened me and prevented me from killing you... He really deserves my favor servant……"

These words contained a lot of information, and Harry froze for a moment.He said in disbelief:
"Your servant? Stopped you from killing me... Did you do that Quidditch?"

"It seems that Severus has been trusted by Dumbledore for more than ten years, and he has protected his identity so well..."

Voldemort looked back at the mirror and said casually,

"During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to set Snape on fire, and accidentally knocked me over. She broke my gaze on you, but it only took a few more seconds, I just threw you off your broomstick. If Snape hadn't been around doing a counter-curse, do you think you'd be alive?"

"However, it's not too late to kill now."

Voldemort snapped his fingers with his back to Harry, and a few ropes jumped out of nowhere, binding Harry tightly.

Harry's face was pale, and he struggled desperately, but the ropes became tighter and tighter, just like the devil's net.

"Okay, just wait, great savior."

Voldemort muttered softly, "I need to look at this interesting mirror, which is the key to the Philosopher's Stone... Only Dumbledore can produce such a thing... But he is in London at the moment, when he comes back, I've already gone far away..."

"And that damned Yaxley, he should be swallowed by the basilisk now... It's a pity, it would have been an ideal choice to keep him as a pet..."

"That will really disappoint you, Voldemort."

A voice suddenly sounded in the room.Norin strode into the house, and was relieved to see that Harry was tied to the ground and his life was not in danger, and said coldly.

Both Harry and Voldemort were taken aback, the former with surprise on his face, and the latter with a hint of panic in his anger.

"you--"

Voldemort opened his mouth and was about to say something when the Mirror of Erised behind him suddenly lit up with a strange ripple, and then, like a black hole, pulled Voldemort towards it.

Shocked, Voldemort turned to resist the suction, and the hood fell off his head.

Harry finally saw what the little wizards had been talking about for half a term, what was going on under Quirrell's hood.Just looking at it, he felt his chest being tightly clenched.

Harry tried to scream, but nothing came out.Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as white as chalk, with bright red eyes shining, and two slender nostrils underneath, which looked like a snake.

Voldemort opened his mouth to say something, but the mirror seemed to have a pair of hands, slowly pulling him into the mirror.

Noreen squinted, and the glossy mirror seemed to invite him.He probably understood what Dumbledore meant, sighed, untied the rope on Harry, smiled and said:

"Those two faces kind of look alike, don't they?"

"Hey, Norlin, why are you here? Where is Voldemort?"

Harry nodded blankly, and then asked quickly.

"We'll talk about that later. You just stand by the mirror, and if you see Voldemort coming out later, you grab him, understand? I mean, touch him with your hands—"

Norin pulled him up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"I guard? What about you?"

Harry was taken aback, and asked subconsciously, but saw that Noreen had already stepped into the Mirror of Erised.

Harry looked at the magic mirror curiously.He saw him in the mirror with a pale face, but smiling all over his face. He reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone.Then he blinked and put the stone back into his pocket.

Just then, Harry felt that something heavy had literally fallen out of his pocket.He took it out in disbelief and saw that it was the bright red stone.

After Nolin entered the mirror world, he immediately discovered that it was completely different from the environment he had been in the last time.

There was dead silence around, and the breath of death permeated everywhere, as if all living beings could not survive here.Not far from Norin, there is a river with black water flowing, its origin is unknown, and it has no end.

Underfoot, one after another black mandala dotted this dead land.Norlin looked up at the sky, and it was also dark, which made Norlin feel extremely oppressive, as if someone was looking down on him from the sky.

Voldemort stood by the river, silent.

After a long while, he let out a soft snort similar to disdain:

"Hmph, is this death? Dumbledore expects to scare me with such a scene? But he doesn't know that I have gone farther than anyone on the road to immortality..."

"How far? You haven't even got a fraction of Nick Flamel?"

Norlin said with a sneer.

Voldemort also sneered, "Nick Flamel? He just keeps hanging himself with the help of alchemy items. Sooner or later, he will be buried in the ground. Is my method comparable to his?"

The river flowed silently, and the only sound in the entire space was their conversation.

"Being able to enter here means that Dumbledore already knows that I will attack the Sorcerer's Stone. He always does this, thinking that everything is under his control."

A trace of unwillingness appeared on Voldemort's face, and he said with a sneer, "But I would like to see what he has prepared. Even if he kills me, I will return soon."

"Yaxley, if you and your mother join my cause, we'll be unstoppable."

Voldemort glanced at Noreen, and slowly walked towards the exit of the mirror world, "Unfortunately... the next time we meet again, I will definitely kill you."

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