From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

There was only one floor-to-ceiling mirror in the huge room, and it was only when the three of them got closer that Harry recognized what it was.

"Mirror of Erised!" Ron shouted, walking to the side to avoid entering the range of the mirror.

Hermione also imitated Ron's actions and walked towards the mirror.Harry hesitated and stood aside with Ron.The three of them looked around and found no one else.

"Did we guess wrong? Snape didn't come?" Ron asked doubtfully.

At this moment, the door slammed shut tightly.Harry was startled and looked toward the door. A man wearing a large scarf gradually approached.

It's Quirrell.

"You!" Harry gasped in shock.

Quirrell smiled.Now he doesn't stutter at all.

"It's me," he said calmly, "Harry Potter, and his two lackeys. I really want to thank you. Without you, I really wouldn't have been able to get through Capet's trap."

Harry's face turned pale instantly.

"But I thought... it was Snape."

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed, "Yes, with him here, who would doubt me?"

Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at Quirrell.

"Miss Granger, are you going to do something to me?" Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes jumped out of thin air, tying Ron and Hermione tightly.

"What are you doing! Let them go quickly." Harry shouted.

"Let me come and talk to him, face to face." A sharp voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell's facial features began to distort, reminding Harry of the scene when the potion boiled. A new face replaced Quirrell's face. The color of the face was as dead as chalk, and the gray eyes shone brightly. Below was Two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Harry Potter," he moved his neck and limbs and whispered, "We have known each other for a long time, and I am the great Dark Lord."

"Now, listen to me and I will let them go..." Quirrell pointed his wand at Harry, "Go to the mirror. Take out the Sorcerer's Stone, or I will kill them both."

"Don't even think about it, Voldemort!" Harry was furious, and he only felt a headache.

"Harry, run, leave us alone." Ron shouted while hanging from the ceiling.

"Ah, red hair, Weasley, disgusting family." Voldemort showed a look of disgust on his face, "Heart-breaking."

"Ah!" Ron screamed in pain, and his bound body kept twisting.Fortunately, Voldemort soon stopped.

"Go get the Philosopher's Stone and give it to me, Potter. Otherwise, you won't be so gentle next time."

Harry stared at Voldemort, the muscles in his face twitching with rage.

"Harry, run!" Hermione shouted.

"Hmph, Mudblood! Cut out the bones!"

"Crystalized Defense." A white spell hit the air in front of Hermione, quickly forming a shield made of gems, blocking Voldemort's spell.Immediately afterwards, the ropes hanging Hermione and Ron broke together, and the two flew behind Calvin.

Harry turned around and saw a young man in a suit standing at the door, with two blood-red eyes like burning torches.

"Professor Capet!" Harry shouted in surprise, and then a strong force dragged him behind Calvin.

"Calvin Capet," Voldemort was not angry when he saw that all three hostages had been rescued. Instead, he greeted Calvin politely.

"Long time no see, I thought you had forgotten me. But I'm afraid it's a bit inconvenient for you to come see me today."

"Voldemort," Calvin played with the wand in his hand, "We haven't gotten to that point yet..."

"That's not because you rejected my kindness, Calvin." Voldemort stretched out a hand to Calvin, "But it's not too late now. As long as you are willing to join me, I can share my deepest feelings with you. secret."

"Don't even think about it, Voldemort."

"So, you are determined to be my enemy?" Voldemort's voice quickly became sharp.

Calvin sneered, "Huh, Voldemort, in your current state, what qualifications do you have to be my enemy?"

"Yes, yes," Voldemort said with a gloomy face, "Quirrell is indeed a waste, but if you want to destroy this body of mine, I will definitely take away one of your students!"

"You can try it." Calvin pointed his wand at Voldemort.

Voldemort transformed into black mist and flew in the hall, ready to attack Harry and the other three at any time.

Calvin took out a piece of drawing paper from his sleeve and prepared to put the three Harrys in it. Unexpectedly, Ron and Hermione went in smoothly, but Harry covered his forehead and screamed, passing out in pain.

what's the situation?Calvin is puzzled that this is the first time that the world in the painting fails.

"It seems that your magic painting is not omnipotent, Calvin." Voldemort's voice came from the black mist.

The next moment, the black mist rushed in the other direction, and a figure condensed out of it and fired a spell at Calvin, "Awada Kendawa!"

Calvin nimbly turned around to avoid the spell, and at the same time fired a barrel-thick silvery lightning bolt at Voldemort.Voldemort turned into black mist again and flew to another corner of the room.

"You can avoid it, but what about Harry?"

"Avada Kendawa!"

However, this time the green light emitted by Voldemort went out halfway.

"It seems that your death curse is not omnipotent, Voldemort."

"Damn it, try this! The fire is blazing!"

Calvin stood in front of Harry, "As long as I'm here, don't even think about hurting him, Breath of the Fire Dragon."

A simple dragon's head was outlined around Calvin's wand, which emitted a stream of faint blue flames that collided with Voldemort's white fire.

"Voldemort, is this your dark magic? It really disappoints me."

"No!" Voldemort roared, wanting to end the Fire Curse.However, Calvin's dragon fire has completely taken control of the situation, forcing Voldemort to maintain the fire, otherwise he will be burned to death immediately.

Seeing Voldemort's face getting paler, Calvin snorted coldly. The dragon's head around the wand instantly became clear and huge. The dragon's fire directly engulfed the fire, burning Voldemort opposite him into dregs.

"No, I don't want to die. I haven't found the secret of eternal life yet."

"Calvin Cape, wait for me!"

The two screams were the last evidence of Quirrell's existence.

A black ghost rose from the dregs and wanted to fly outward: "Calvin, we will meet again."

"It's better not to say such things, just stay with me." Calvin's cold voice sounded from below.

"Hahaha, Calvin, you can't kill me, you can't kill a dead person." Voldemort's ghost laughed wildly.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, do you dare to answer my call?"