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Chapter 123 Communication with Senior Tom

Ian looked at Quirrell with two faces, and suddenly remembered Janus, the double-faced god in ancient Roman mythology, and Janus' nickname happened to be Quirinus.

It has to be said that maybe fate has arranged everything in secret long ago, and Quirrell has been doomed to some things since he was born.

And here, Voldemort, the villain, still talked a lot about the cause and effect of Harry's parents' death, and even unscrupulously mocked his mother kneeling there and crying bitterly.

Looking at the anger in Harry's eyes that could not be concealed for a long time, Ian suddenly felt that he didn't need his help.

In the final analysis, Harry was just an 11-year-old child. Anger overwhelmed his rationality. After breaking free from the shackles of fear, he ran into the murderer in front of him desperately.

The moment Quirrell's bare skin touched Harry, it caused him unbearable pain, and even out of instinct, Harry punched the terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head hard with his fist a few times.

With a few simple punches, Quirrell's body quickly burst into blisters and thick smoke, and soon the two were entangled together, and then fell to the ground hugging each other.

Quirrell's screams of pain and Voldemort's ferocious roar ran through the room.

The moment their bodies came into contact, Ian felt a kind of magic power that did not belong to him gushing out of Harry's body, and this magic power was extremely aggressive.

What's even more exaggerated is that it even acts directly on the soul.

"It's more like a curse... to give the name of magic that I love." Ian suddenly felt that he didn't understand magic.

After Harry passed out, Ian found that Quirrell's body did not collapse as he imagined, and Voldemort did not escape into a plume of black smoke.

It's normal, after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, even if it's only in the state of a remnant soul, it's still not comparable to ordinary people.

Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's broken body and slowly walked towards the fainted Harry.Obviously he still has a strong obsession with the Philosopher's Stone, but when he reached into Harry's pocket, what he got was not the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

Looking at the emerald green peppermint hard candy in his hand, Quirrell's body, which had been forcibly maintained by magic power, suddenly collapsed.A cloud of black smoke rose from him, suspended in mid-air.

Ian knew it was his turn to play.

Lifting the Disillusionment Curse on his body, looking at Voldemort in such a state, he said with some emotion: "Senior Tom, we meet again. You don't seem to be surprised by this result."

"Ian Titus. Your growth has exceeded my expectations." Although in the state of a remnant soul, he seemed very sensible.

"I know that the Sorcerer's Stone is not so easy to get, but this is my only chance. It's just that I didn't expect that Dumbledore would become so low-level." Looking at the peppermint hard candy that fell to the ground, Voldemort felt a little uncomfortable untie.

"Hahaha, do you expect a centenarian to remain as smart as he was when he was young? Dear Senior Tom, times have changed." Ian looked at Voldemort, who was in a somewhat unstable state, and did not intend to waste any more time.

Immediately said: "I want to ask you, the magic of love just now feels more like a curse to me. So, I want to ask the senior to tell me how this magic makes you feel."

He directly asked his doubts.He knew very well that Voldemort would not lie to him about this matter. After all, at their height, no one could fool anyone about magic.

At most, it is a kind of discussion and exchange.

"Hahaha, the magic of love?" Voldemort scoffed at the name. "There is no more evil magic than this. Use your own soul as fuel, and then cast a soul curse on anyone who hurts the target. It's just that I didn't expect that this guardianship would still exist after I died once..."

Speaking of this, Voldemort seemed to be remembering and thinking about something.After a while, he went on to say, "Even the Death Curse only ends the life, not dissipates the soul. So... Love? If you have a chance, you can go to the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries."

He looked at Voldemort who was suddenly silent, and said with some amusement: "Perhaps you are right in essence. It is indeed very evil to completely dissipate a soul. But it at least saved an innocent life..."

Voldemort rarely agreed with Ian's words. "Actually, what you said is true. This magic saved Harry Potter's life. But do you think this is an equivalent exchange? Saving a soul to protect a life? Ridiculous and absurd love for the most evil magic in its most magnificent garments."

"So, will the current you completely dissipate? Or is it that the future Horcrux is actually not you anymore..."

Before Ian finished speaking, the black mist completely disintegrated and separated from Quirrell's body. In this state, even Voldemort could not last for too long.

After these two contacts, he also had his own guess, maybe the Horcrux is a pit, and it is the most deceptive sinkhole.It was hard to imagine that Voldemort, who was evil but still sane, would become that virtuous after his resurrection.

Looking at Harry who fell unconscious on the ground, Ian suddenly chuckled.

"Did you hear that? He just said that you are very low-level."

In the silent room, an old voice suddenly came out: "It's a pity that this piece of candy is gone. If he doesn't want to eat it, he should put it back where it was."

Dumbledore's figure appeared in the room in an instant, bending over to pick up the mint hard candy he brought with him.

Ian asked curiously, "Is that magic released at the cost of sacrificing souls?"

"Although I really want to deny it, in fact it does require the energy of the soul." Dumbledore's tone was a little tired.

"Where's the restricted section? You're the one who hid all the books? And Horcruxes and this magic of love..."

"These questions, you can come to me before the summer vacation. I need to send Harry to Madam Pomfrey now, he looks a little tired." Dumbledore did not answer Ian's question directly.

Watching Dumbledore leave with Harry in his arms...

Looking at everything around him, he suddenly felt that the world of wizards might not be as simple as Rowling described.Apparently, both Voldemort and Dumbledore knew some real secrets at one time or another.

"Heh, everyone likes to guess riddles, right...Unfortunately, I'm not interested in your answers."

He has his own pride and unique conditions. He can use the resources of the last days to blaze his own path.

After thinking about these things, he felt that the black magic left over from the pursuit of picking up people's teeth was not as attractive to him as he imagined.

"Alchemy... is the magic that is closest to its origin." His voice echoed in the empty room.

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After the matter was over, Ian went to visit Hermione as soon as possible. He never intervened in the girl's experience in breaking through the level.

Although this is Harry's experience, but when Hermione chooses to participate in it, it is not her experience.

For Hermione, what Ian appreciates is her character and intelligence, and he doesn't want Hermione to grow into a delicate vase because of his own existence.

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