Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

The loud sound of the door panel hitting the ground made Quirrell pause in his movements. He turned his head to look at the door, but unexpectedly, Harry next to him took the opportunity to roll and distance himself from him.

Quirrell turned his attention back to Harry and immediately noticed something unusual in Harry's pocket. His pocket was clearly deflated just now, but now there was something suddenly there. What could it be if it wasn't the Philosopher's Stone?

The fierce look in Quirrell's eyes could no longer be hidden. He grabbed it out of thin air with his hand, and Harry lying on the ground seemed to have been grabbed by the collar and flew towards Quirrell.

Harry had no time to take out his wand and couldn't even condense the holy light, so he could only let himself get closer to Quirrell; but a silver spell hit Quirrell from a distance, forcing him to stop casting spells on Harry and wave his hand. The wand resisted the spell.

He could block the curse, but he couldn't block the little unicorn that arrived almost at the same time as the curse. The silver light of the curse dissipated, and the little unicorn's horn with magic flowing around it appeared in front of him, even if he released the iron armor curse. It was timely enough to block most of the magic, but it was still pushed away by the huge impact.

He flew backwards and hit the white marble wall. The back of his head hit the wall hard, causing cracks on the wall.

Harry was horrified when he saw Quirrell's miserable state, but the next moment he was pulled up again; when Harry looked back, it turned out to be a little unicorn, which grabbed his collar from behind and dragged it to the door of the room. Professor Kirk's side.

Harry stood up in embarrassment with the help of the little unicorn holding him in its mouth, and said anxiously to Kirk: "Professor! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell, not Snape! Gringotts is Voldemort! Dumbledore is here London..."

Harry was incoherent, but Kirk understood what he meant and patted Harry on the shoulder to signal him to calm down, because Quirrell on the other side of the room had stood up again.

Quirrell's expression was ugly. He stared at Kirk, his eyes full of vigilance; but in an instant, his expression turned into the cowardice of the past, and a sharp voice came out: "Let me do it!" But Qi Luo said Luo's mouth didn't move at all.

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"You can't deal with him!"

Kirk was a little unclear about this ventriloquism performance. Could it be that Quirrell has two personalities?But soon, Kirk knew what was going on.

Quirrell raised his hand and took off the scarf on his head. The scarf fell down, revealing a naked, surprisingly small head; Quirrell turned around, and where the back of his head should have been, there was a face. A hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

But no matter how he looked at it, Kirk felt that this face was a little too flat. He didn't know if it had just hit the wall.

The mouth on this face twitched: "Mr. Kirk, we meet again!"

"Voldemort?" Kirk suddenly understood: "I have to say that you are good at playing in the dark under the lamp, but I still hope that you can possess a small animal. That way you can at least be more cute. What you look like now. ..To be honest, it scares the kids.”

As he said that, Kirk pointed at Harry, who was holding his forehead next to him.

"Let's give up those useless words." Voldemort didn't look angry: "I know your details, Mr. Kirk, the Holy Light, the Shadow and other things. There is no need for you to stand against me, because You don’t belong here at all!”

Kirk was a little surprised. It was not surprising to know about the Holy Light. Many people in Hogwarts knew about such a thing, but knowing about the Shadow...

But Kirk knew that once he asked, he would get into the opponent's rhythm, so: "Holy Fire!"

A ball of golden flame broke through the floor beneath Voldemort, completely enveloping him inside.

Kirk said in his heart: If it hadn't been for a long time of chanting, would you really think that I would be willing to talk nonsense with you?

Under the burning fire of the Holy Light, Voldemort let out a terrifying scream, and of course Quirrell, but his scream was covered up by Voldemort.

Holy fire is not an ordinary flame. It acts on evil energy and corrupted souls. Although Voldemort kept screaming, Quirrell's body was not actually burned to charcoal in the flames.

The screams weakened little by little, and the golden flame also weakened because there were fewer things for it to burn, until the screams were completely inaudible, the flames were extinguished, and Quirrell's body fell softly. The other two pairs of eyes were closed forever.

The pain in the scar on Harry's forehead eased a lot. He heard Professor Kirk next to him say to him: "You can't see it anymore. Try not to talk nonsense if you can."

Harry nodded stiffly. It was a great thing that Voldemort was being burned away by the Holy Light, but Harry always felt that it was anticlimactic.

He always felt that Professor Kirk would face a shocking battle against Voldemort: the sky would be dark, spells would fly everywhere, and the two would transform into giants to join the battle, destroying every floor tile in the room, leaving the entire castle in ruins. Shake a few times.

Not only did he feel this way, but Kirk also felt that the process of dealing with Voldemort, whom he regarded as the "Great Warlock" in front of him, was a bit too simple.

Probably because after he came to this world, he had only fought with two people, one was Dumbledore and the other was Snape; both of them could use a mind-closing spell to resist their own mental attacks, which made Ke Ke made a wrong judgment about the power system of this world.

But as he learned more about the world, Kirk gradually corrected his own understanding, so he was not too surprised by the current situation.

Quirrell lay there lifeless, and the little unicorn jumped excitedly; the sound of horse hooves also brought Harry back to his senses. He took out a pink stone from his pocket and handed it to Kirk: "Professor, magic stone!"

Kirk didn't take it, he smiled at Harry: "This is your trophy, kid."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he stuttered: "But...but this is Principal Dumbledore's thing!"

Kirk shook his head: "The moment he failed to appear here for the first time, the Sorcerer's Stone no longer belonged to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore's voice sounded behind Kirk: "You can't ask too much of a centenarian, Dean Kirk."

Harry turned his head when he heard this and saw Principal Dumbledore appearing at the door at some point. He quickly said hello.

Dumbledore nodded to Harry, and then continued: "It's a hard trip to London and back, and I didn't learn anything."

Kirk curled his lips. He was not angry. Thinking about it, he knew that if Voldemort wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, he would definitely pick a time when Dumbledore was not in school, so he couldn't be blamed for not rushing over as soon as possible.

Dumbledore walked in from the door, passed Kirk, walked to Quirrell's body, looked at it, and murmured: "Tom, you were my best student..."

There was a bit of pity and a bit of guilt in these words; there was no hatred or anything like that, after all, the person was dead.

"I'll leave it to you here. I have another student who was injured outside. I have to take him back."

After saying that, Kirk turned around, patted the little unicorn who was still excited, and led Harry back, who was at a loss with the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand.

Just before Kirk stepped out of the threshold, a black figure appeared out of thin air in the corner, passed by Kirk without any delay, then broke through a window in the room and got into the night.

"Magic stone!"

Harry screamed. At this time, his hand was empty, and the pink stone had disappeared!

And when he raised his head to ask Professor Kirk for help, he found that there was no one around him.

"Don't worry, kid, your dean has already gone after him." Dumbledore walked to the broken window, looked at the two figures speeding towards the Forbidden Forest outside the window, and comforted Harry.

"But... Voldemort is dead, why would anyone still need the Sorcerer's Stone?" Harry was puzzled.

Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Harry, and said earnestly: "In this world, Voldemort is definitely not the only person who is obsessed with immortality and power, isn't he?"

Harry nodded confusedly.

"Dumbledore, which one do you belong to? What are you obsessed with when you summon monsters from other worlds?"

A sinister voice echoed in the room. It was not Harry's voice, nor the voice of the little unicorn.

Dumbledore turned his attention to Quirrell's body, and saw dark green flames emerging from a silver ring on his hand, which quickly engulfed him; he stood up like a walking corpse, the flesh and blood on his body burning in the flames. It dripped like wax under the burning, and soon only a skeleton remained.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the skeleton was filled with black mist. Only two groups of dark green flames served as eyes in the empty skull.

Harry was startled and subconsciously took out his wand; the little unicorn felt the aura it didn't like from the skeleton, snorted and stared at the skeleton.

Dumbledore stood in front of Harry and the little unicorn. He was holding a wand, his robes were rising in the wind, and his eyes were shining brightly under his crescent moon eyes: "Tom?"

The skeleton didn't reply. He laughed coldly a few times, raised his white bone palm with a ring on it, and bent his fingers a few times. In an instant, the stone bricks on the ground and the stones on the wall fell off one after another, gathering around him. In front of him, three stone giants were assembled.

The stones were not stable, and Dumbledore just waved his wand, and they fell into a ball; but the scattered stones were quickly put back together, and the dark green evil fire just now was also ignited on them. .

At this time, the stone giants seemed to have come to life. They waved their arms as if they were going to crush and destroy everything around them!

Behind the stone giant, the evil skeleton said: "Dumbledore, I said, I will get what I want, and you can't stop me!"

After saying that, the skeleton was scattered on the ground, and the ring was wrapped in black mist. It escaped from the castle through the damaged wall and disappeared into the endless night.

Dumbledore wanted to catch up, but the manic stone giant in front of him still needed to be dealt with by himself, so he could only watch him escape.