Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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Voldemort's face was turned backwards, so he saw Anriel before Quirrell did.

To be honest, compared to Anriel, he would rather see some professors or a few innocent, simple, passionate but extremely weak children.

Anriel appeared here alone, and in Voldemort's eyes, he was:

Dumbledore believed he was capable of handling the matter alone.

"kill him!"

Voldemort's hoarse roar made Quirrell temporarily give up studying these damn mirrors.

Yes, it’s “these”.

At this moment, in this not-so-small room, there were seven floor-to-ceiling mirrors more than one person tall arranged in a circle.

There are seven in total, and each one is a "Mirror of Erised". Six of them are fakes and Anriel has tampered with them.

Quirrell's spirit is now on the verge of collapse. If it is just a difference between truth and falsehood, it would be fine. The key is that as long as he sees the scene of "Quirrel handing the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort" in the mirror, his brain will feel a pain like a needle, as if his soul was torn apart.

No matter what the outcome of today is, I can no longer stay in Hogwarts. The wounds on my body cannot heal, and the wounds left by that damn three-headed dog are still bleeding -

As long as this evidence is left, Snape will kill him tomorrow!

To be honest, Quirrell had already started to back down in his heart. Anyone in this poor condition would be hesitant to face Anriel, who was covered in black smoke (from burned clothes) and had a great reputation (Dumbledore's illegitimate son?).

In addition, Quirrell no longer believed that Voldemort could lend him power, so it would be strange if he had the confidence to fight Anriel.

But, even though he was caught between two "dark wizards" and had no choice, Quirrell still moved...

A look of horror on his face.

It felt like his body no longer belonged to him, but to the face on the back of his head.

What he did was no longer his own will.

There was a numbing sound of bones cracking, followed by some strange, dull whimpering sound.

Quirrell's wails and screams were blocked in his throat by an invisible hand that pinched his throat.

Anriel was not surprised by this.

What did he think was stuck to the back of his head?

No matter how destitute or weak he is, he is still a soul, a soul with independent consciousness of a notorious dark wizard!

Voldemort took over Quirrell's body and forced his arms to his side.

Voldemort didn't even have the most basic trust in Quirrell, let alone trust in him. He was a servant who couldn't even die for his master...

It’s better not to——

Of course, some Death Eaters, represented by Mr. Malfoy, couldn't do it, but that didn't matter.

Malfoy and his men at least still have some value. Even if they act out of fear, they will act under Voldemort's orders. No matter how much they pretend to obey, at least they take action.

Quirrell was so frightened by the aura of both Anriel and Voldemort that he couldn't move.

In short, Mr. Riddle now temporarily took over the body of his weak, greedy, ignorant and incompetent slave.

Anriel needs to face his...severely injured body?

A green light flashed across the sky, shattering a brick where Anriel had just been.

Voldemort's cold and crazy snake pupils shrank. Did this guy Apparate just now?

No, that's impossible, it doesn't make sense inside Hogwarts!

Countless hemp ropes as thick as forearms spewed out from the six mirrors behind Voldemort, like nimble pythons, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped Voldemort/Quirrel tightly. Even if one or two of them were burned or cut off, they could not stop the ropes spewed out by the six mirrors at the same time.

A figure slowly walked out from one of the mirrors. Looking closely, it seemed to be Anriel made of ropes.

The dummy kicked Voldemort/Quirrel to the ground. Voldemort roared angrily, feeling insulted.

But there was nothing he could do. It was an insult. A puff of black smoke broke away from the back of Quirrell's head and rushed straight to the stone wall behind the mirror, disappearing into it. It escaped through the cracks in the bricks and the pipes in the most lowly and humble manner.

Anriel walked out of the flames at the door, looked at Quirrell's body on the ground, and shook his head slightly.

Apparition is a means for wizards to teleport instantly. What does the spell that restricts people in Hogwarts have to do with him?

However, to be on the safe side, in order to prevent Voldemort from using Quirrell's body to launch a dying counterattack, Anriel still chose to control the dummy to end the battle, even if Voldemort's soul fragments still escaped -

But even if Anriel himself ended the battle, he couldn't keep Voldemort:

It's just an illusion without substance, how can we catch it?

just forget it.

The last time he was defeated by a baby, he was defeated by ignorance and cruelty;

This time he was defeated by a young man because of underestimating his enemy and being too arrogant.

Anriel slowly walked down the steps, glanced at the only real mirror, and gently waved his wand, and the remaining six floor-length mirrors all disappeared like bubbles.

He put his hand into the mirror, and the ripples on the mirror blurred and tore the image in the mirror into pieces. Anriel pulled his hand out.

A bright red object appeared in his hand.

"Clap-"

Anriel threw it to the ground and broke it into pieces.

The Philosopher's Stone was dealt with so easily?

This... is of course impossible.

It was just a piece of red crystal-like... glass.

Dengdengdengdeng-

There were hurried footsteps at the door, followed by an exclamation from Madam Minerva McGonagall and a gasp from Professor Flitwick, the head of Anril.

A streak of white passed by him. It was the principal's long white beard. Anriel stepped aside to make way for the principal.

The latter picked up a bright red fragment from the ground, squinted his eyes to look at it, then looked at Anriel. Under the half-moon lenses, his pair of blue eyes revealed a childlike excitement.

That’s right, you can see the childlike innocence and excitement in such an old man, just like an old naughty boy whose little plan has succeeded.

The four deans standing at the door, except Professor Snape, all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

This is not surprising. Except for Dumbledore and Snape who were mentally prepared, other professors could not help but be dismissive even though they knew Anriel's identity and so-called "strength". After all, without solid evidence, it would be difficult for them to believe that a twelve-year-old child was so powerful.

A second-year student killed Voldemort?

My mom and my grandma, they scared me so much that my brain turned into a date!

Before this incident happened, anyone who dared to say this would be sent directly to St. Mungo's Psychiatric Department. There would be no need for a diagnosis, and the observation period would be skipped, and treatment would be given directly.

"Anriel, let's take Mr. Quirrell's body up first. In a sense... he is also a pitiful man."

Indeed, Quirrell was a pitiful man. When he was abandoned by Voldemort, he couldn't fake the regret and pain on his face.

Unfortunately, the moment he was bewitched by Voldemort, he was no longer qualified to make demands.

"Honestly, sir, I don't think he... uh, would die so easily? I mean, after the possessed soul leaves, the carrier, whether it is an animal or a human, won't live long, right?"

Anriel came closer to Dumbledore and asked softly.

Dumbledore, who was walking in front, nodded sadly:

"I'm afraid that's right, my child. When two souls share a body, especially when one of them is dying, the body will pay a high price for this and suffer irreversible and irreparable damage. It's like forcing two cans of water into one jar. The jar will eventually explode..."

There was a trace of sadness in Dumbledore's blue eyes. Quirrell was indeed just a poor and pathetic guy who died because of his own greed and desire.

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