Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Hua Hua Hua——

The sound of a tapestry being lifted was heard at the entrance of the secret passage.

It seems that Quirrell has also come in.

Amanta raised her wand and pointed it at the exit of the passage, glancing at where Harry and Draco were hiding.

Fortunately, they were hiding just as secretly. From her angle, she could only see a row of armor shining silver in the moonlight.

"Master... I remember that the trophy display room is behind that passage. Yes, yes, I'll go check it out..."

Quirrell muttered nervously.

He raised his wand high, carefully used the illumination spell to illuminate the surroundings, and walked step by step towards the armored corridor where Amanta and the other two were hiding.

From time to time, there was a rumbling sound coming from the ground, accompanied by terrible vibrations, but it was not very clear because of the distance. Quirrell paused and muttered something.

"It took me a lot of effort to get these things... It'll be enough for them to use for a while."

His footsteps were getting closer.

Amanta squatted on the side of a suit of armor, staring at the exit through the narrow gap without blinking.

She felt the darkness they were in being dispelled little by little by the light of Quirrell's wand; she could even hear Quirrell's rapid breathing.

Her heart gradually rose to her throat.

Suddenly, the voices of two people were heard from the end of the corridor of the Charms class.

"Sif, I feel like you have some kind of prejudice and discrimination against Quirrell."

"If he had nothing to be guilty of, he wouldn't be afraid to face me. Where is he now?"

This familiar voice belongs to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall!

Quirrell was obviously aware of their arrival. He put away the illumination spell and concealed his voice.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape did not notice anything unusual; they were discussing something intensely.

"Poor young man, he must have some things he wants to do - I'm afraid you misunderstood him. We just saw that the thing is fine."

"Anyway, it's not safe here anymore, Minerva. Dumbledore has ordered us to bring it out. He wants to put it in a new place."

"Sev...sometimes I don't understand what Albus is thinking. What's the point of him asking us to set up these traps? They can't stop any dark magic at all."

"Minerva, haven't you thought it through? He just wants to lure Potter and that man there together--" Snape whispered through gritted teeth.

"What? ... Potter? He's just a boy!"

"Potter is protected by Lily's blood power, and this power can still be used against him - that's what Dumbledore planned."

"That's not possible...that's not possible...Oh, I have to have a good talk with Albus..."

——Crack!

slam-la-

It seemed as if a shelf had fallen over, and the things on it fell to the ground with a crash.

Then, there was a plop—the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Who?" Snape's voice sounded alertly, and he asked softly: "Minerva, are you okay?"

Professor McGonagall made no sound.

"No, that's right - no wonder you've been bothering me all these days. It turns out you've been suspecting me for a long time." Quirrell stammered.

There was another rustling sound at the end of the passage, and it seemed that Quirrell pushed open the tapestry and walked out.

Snape snorted, "I was prepared for you to be here."

"What a coincidence, Snape, I am also ready to kill you."

"Just a half-baked waste like you?"

"Snape, I, I suggest you don't get too carried away!" Quirrell's voice sounded a little annoyed. "Master, please help me."

"...Humph, trash."

A hissing sound like a snake was heard.

"Severus...another old acquaintance, tsk tsk...if you come back to me now, I won't hold a grudge against you for your betrayal over the years, and you can still be my most loyal servant."

"Hmm..." Snape hummed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Your appearance alone is enough to make me believe that you are the Dark Lord? How can you prove it? No, I believe that the Dark Lord will never look like this."

"Of course, of course... Just give me the Philosopher's Stone in your hand, and I promise to surprise you - after so many years of baptism, I haven't regressed at all."

Voldemort patiently persuaded him.

"As long as you give it to me, I can reshape my body, Severus, and we can work together to move towards the future we want..."

"But you're just a disembodied monster... oh, you look like a pathetic creature."

"Severus... I once admired you and thought you were a smart man, haha... but now it seems that you are just so-so."

Crack! Puff! Bang! Boom!

Snape did not respond. At the same time, the sound of various spells exploded in the corridor, followed by a loud bang.

While Snape and Voldemort were talking, Amanda had quietly sneaked behind the tapestry.

She gently lifted a corner of the tapestry and observed everything in front of her through the gap.

The corridor was lit up by all kinds of spells, as bright as day. Sparks from spells were everywhere, and the dazzling spell effects hit the shields and walls, illuminating the entire corridor with a bizarre light.

The floor was in a mess. The vases, planetariums and decorative stands in the corridor were all over the place, and the glass windows on both sides were all broken into pieces.

Gradually, Quirrell was no match for Snape. He was caught in a dilemma and gradually retreated.

"Master! Help me!" he begged.

"Idiot! Don't just focus on Severus, kill the woman on the ground first."

Voldemort hissed at Quirrell.

Quirrell glanced at the unconscious Professor McGonagall and raised his wand: "Ava -"

bang-

His hand inexplicably loosened and his wand fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Why is my hand cramping?"

Quirrell squatted down in panic, trying to pick up his wand.

But his behavior was too flawed in a battle - Snape waved his wand and Quirrell was immediately knocked away.

"Waste! Didn't you notice there are other people here?"

screamed Voldemort.

He decisively chose to leave Qi Luo and turned into a ball of black mist and flew out of the window.

"Master, you can't abandon me again - like last time! Master! Take me with you, I want to be with you..."

Quirrell got up in a panic, even forgetting to pick up his wand, and instead leaned against the window frame to look outside.

Snape strode over and waved his wand gracefully, and a bundle of ropes immediately bound Quirrell tightly from head to toe.

"Come out, I'm not as blind as that idiot Quirrell."