Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Hand over the magic stone, and I'll let you go." Quirrell said, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Jerry had already come to Hermione at this time and found that the girl was now stiff, with only one pair of eyes blinking at him crazily.

Jerry recognized it at a glance. It was the effect of a petrification spell.

"First remove her petrification spell." Jerry said solemnly.

"Don't push yourself too far, kid." Quirrell looked ferocious. The girl just saw him sketching the magic circle. Just in case, he couldn't let the girl speak.

"Unlock half of it at most," he added.

"Then untie the lower body." Jerry said.

This was exactly what Quirrell wanted. He waved his wand, and Hermione felt that her legs suddenly regained consciousness, and she stood up from the ground.

Before she could do anything, Jerry quickly pulled the invisibility cloak over her head and pushed her: "Run!"

This was Harry's invisibility cloak, which he had given to himself when the two separated just now, and it came in handy at this moment.

Next, he only had to wait for a while. In the huge Forbidden Forest, even Voldemort would not be able to find Hermione wearing the invisibility cloak.

Hermione had also seen Harry's invisibility cloak and reacted instantly after being enveloped by the invisibility cloak.

Now half petrified and unable to speak, not only will she not be of much help in the upcoming battle, but she is in danger of becoming a liability.

So Hermione ran out of the Forbidden Forest without hesitation - the faster she ran, the less danger Jerry was in.

"Invisibility cloak?!" Quirrell's pupils suddenly shrank and he laughed angrily, "You really tricked me! From the beginning, you had no intention of handing over the magic stone, right?"

"No, if you keep Hermione in your hands, I will still trade her with the Sorcerer's Stone."

Quirrell suddenly showed a sly smile: "Then guess, why should I let you get close to her?"

Before he finished speaking, Jerry noticed that wisps of black air suddenly appeared on the grass around him, and a huge hemispherical black light curtain shrouded him in it.

Jerry tried to control a stone and threw it towards the black light screen. As soon as it hit it, the stone made a hissing sound. After a while, the entire stone was completely corroded and disappeared from the world.

"Don't worry about it." Quirrell sneered again and again, "This is the abyss sacrifice circle specially prepared for you. Even if Dumbledore comes, you can't escape from it. It's a pity that the magic stone -"

Quirrell shook his head regretfully: "It seems that the body reconstruction plan will be delayed for a while. You don't mind, do you? Voldemort."

"Of course...the great Lord Quirrell..." hissed from the bottle, with unconcealed urgency in his voice, "Sacrifice him...quickly!"

Quirrell frowned slightly, quite displeased with the tone of Voldemort's last order, but seeing Jerry conjuring up a lot of messy things - the aura emitted by some of them frightened him, and he launched an attack towards the light screen, Before he could think too much, he took out a knife from his sleeve and cut his wrist without hesitation.

Black-red blood fell to the ground and flowed as if alive. The direction of the flow was clearly the location of Jerry's magic circle!

After a moment, the black light curtain was covered with bloody lines.

Having lost so much blood, even the inhuman body of Quirrell turned pale. He pointed at the wound on his wrist with his wand, trying to heal it.

The next moment, he was horrified to find that instead of stopping, the blood flowed faster and faster, turning from a stream into a river. His body seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move.

Quirrell's eyes were moving rapidly, and there was a hint of panic that could not be concealed, but he could not say a word now!

The bottle containing Voldemort fell out of his pocket and was smashed to pieces. A black gas emerged from it, revealing a noseless snake face.

"Well done, Quirrell." With an angry and happy smile on his face, Voldemort reached out and pushed Quirrell gently.

His body was now extremely shriveled, like a layer of skin wrapped around a skeleton.After being pushed lightly by Voldemort, he lay back and fell.

Quirrell was able to resume his actions, but by this time he was already extremely weak and dying.

"Why?" He looked at Voldemort in confusion. His dream was shattered before it could come true. His doubts even exceeded his anger at this time. He stared at Voldemort, hoping to learn the truth from the latter.

Voldemort shook his head regretfully: "Quirrell, Quirrell...you are still as gullible as when we first met..."

"Use your brain a little bit. If the sacrifice ceremony was really that simple, I could have sacrificed Yodel a long time ago to gain strength and body. Would it be your turn?"

"But that power..."

"That power is of course real." Voldemort seemed particularly patient for a dying person. "I have to say, Quirrell, you are really a damn bastard. I underestimated you before..."

"But like you, and the vast majority of mediocre people in this world, they only pursue power itself rather than its essence... You only know that the abyss will bring you extremely powerful power, but you don't know the source of this power... This That’s why you failed.”

"The...essence of the abyss?" Quirrell murmured.

"Yes, I don't mind teaching you the last lesson..." Voldemort said softly, floating in the air, "Do you know the composition of this universe?"

"Ignorant Muggles can only understand the passage of time and the transformation of space. They divide the universe into two dimensions: time and space, but there has never been a place for wizards in their world..."

"Where do wizards come from? Where does the power of wizards come from? The ancient wizards have already answered this. It is the destination of all souls in the universe and the origin of countless emotions. They call it the soul dimension, or the spiritual dimension. .”

"The abyss is a subspace hidden deep in the latitude of the soul, formed by the despair and fear of countless creatures in the universe. This purest magic of despair is far more powerful than the mixed magic in the bodies of wizards. many."

"There are very few wizards who can communicate with this space, and those who do, without exception, become madmen and fools. I am the only wizard in ancient times who can still remain sane in front of the abyss. This adventure has brought me unparalleled of great power. Until—"

Voldemort's face became distorted due to jealousy: "That boy, the power of the abyss surrounds him all the time, protecting him... It's almost like he is the master of the abyss!"

As if he felt the absurdity himself, Voldemort let out a sharp short laugh.

"At first, I wanted to get close to him, deceive him, and seize his body...but I underestimated him and had to run away in confusion. After that, I met you, Quirrell..."