Learn magic in Harry Potter

"How is this possible?" Voldemort looked at the Fiery Lion standing out of thin air in disbelief!

"Nothing is impossible! What you see is reality!" Wright commanded the Fiery Lion to kill Voldemort!

"Naive! Fiendfyre is not unsolvable. All curses will come to an end!" Feeling the rising temperature, Voldemort struck the ground with his wand. An orange-yellow light burst out from the ground, forming a huge net towards the Fiendfyre Lion!

"Separate the fierce fire!" The fierce fire lion instantly split into several fireballs, and the body of the fierce fire lion was covered by a large orange-yellow net and turned into nothingness.

The fireballs that were left behind were reunited with the full power of Wright's magic! They turned into a smaller version of the Fiery Lion and headed straight for Voldemort.

Watching the Fiery Lion rushing towards him like a train, with the raging flames and rising temperature getting closer and closer, Voldemort's cold soul also felt the warmth that he hadn't felt for the first time in a long time.

When Voldemort tried to wave his wand and draw magic power to resist the Fiendfyre, his withered body and broken soul began to ache at the same time.

'It's over! Your current body and magic are no longer enough to deal with the Fiendfyre, otherwise why am I using it now?'

Light, who had almost used up all his magic power, was breathing heavily and looking at Voldemort who was being devoured by the Fiery Lion with cold eyes.

"Uh...Ah!!!! No, I am immortal, I will not die here!" Voldemort kept wailing in the flames!

Wright, whose body was almost hollowed out, couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw this, and felt something was wrong: 'How is this possible? How could he have lasted so long in the fierce fire?'

Voldemort, who was dancing wildly in the flames, suddenly stopped and lowered his head.

At this moment, the fiercely burning fire kept shrinking and disappearing on his body, and was all swallowed up by him! At the same time, a puff of black smoke emerged from Quirrell's body and flew towards the wall behind him.

"Harry, get down quickly!" Wright reacted and dragged his weak body to pounce on the still confused Harry.

“What’s wrong…” Harry was knocked to the ground without any reaction and couldn’t help but look at Voldemort.

Voldemort suddenly looked up, and it was Quirrell's face. He had a strange smile on his face, which seemed to be painful and relieved.

"boom!!"

A huge fireball appeared in the room, accompanied by a violent explosion. A shock wave mixed with countless gravel and hot air blew countless hideous cracks on the walls and ceiling of the entire room.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A cough sounded in the ruined room! Wright pushed away the rubble covering his body, stood up, and looked down at Harry who had been knocked unconscious.

Waving his wand to remove the badly damaged Armor Charm, Wright looked at the Fiendfyre scattered around the room. He waved his wand again, and the scattered Fiendfyre soared into the air, gathered in mid-air, then gradually dimmed and went out.

Looking at the ruined scene around him, he glanced at the information from the stone tablet:

"Complete the mileage 'Defeat the Dark Lord', mileage point increased by 1."

Wright couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If I hadn't added a little magic power and restored my ability to cast spells, and put up a few layers of protection, I would have died here in a matter of minutes."

“It doesn’t make much difference if you subtract or add mileage points!”

"Voldemort probably let him escape! Otherwise it should be a hint to kill the Dark Lord! This trip should be considered a small loss!"

"But!" Wright stroked his chin and looked at Harry who was still sleeping.

"Where is this?" Harry, feeling dizzy, struggled to get up, looked at the ruined room, and staggered.

"Are you okay? Harry, Voldemort has run away. The problem is temporarily resolved!" Wright, who was observing at the crater where Quirrell exploded, ran over when he saw Harry wake up.

"It's okay. What happened just now? Why did it explode suddenly?" Harry obviously moved his body roughly and found that there was nothing wrong, so he asked immediately.

"Voldemort used Quirrell's body and soul to temporarily contain Fiendfyre, and then took the opportunity to slip away! Quirrell couldn't control Fiendfyre and he exploded!"

After Wright roughly explained the cause of the explosion, he asked, "Why did you suddenly come here?"

"After I finished the exam, I suddenly felt a headache, and then I saw myself in the corridor on the fourth floor! I thought about going over to take a look, and Ron and Hermione happened to be there too."

"We got to the fourth floor and saw that the door was open and the three-headed dog was asleep! So we came straight down!"

Listening to Harry's narration, Wright guessed that Voldemort used some kind of dark magic to devour and dominate Quirrell.

With the support of magic, Voldemort's residual soul became stronger, and Harry, as a Horcrux, also successfully communicated with Voldemort.

"It was really dangerous! If you hadn't arrived, I would have been in danger!" Harry looked scared.

Wright didn't say anything, but turned his head away with a guilty look on his face: "If it weren't for me, it might not be so dangerous!"

"Oh, and this!" Harry took out a stone from his pocket and held it up to show.

"I got it from the magic mirror! I don't know why the magic mirror gave it to me? But it's a good thing it gave it to me, otherwise the Philosopher's Stone would have been blown up!"

Harry was glad that the Philosopher's Stone was fine, but also felt sorry that the magic mirror was destroyed.

"Can I have a look?" Looking at the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand, Wright felt a little itchy.

"Whatever!" Harry was not on guard and handed the Philosopher's Stone directly to Wright.

"Complete the mileage 'Philosopher's Stone', mileage point increased by 1."

As soon as he took the Philosopher's Stone, Wright received the information from the stone tablet, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he began to observe the Philosopher's Stone.

Looking at the ordinary stone in his hand, Wright's spirit was constantly attracted to it, and in an instant the magic stone swallowed Wright's spirit into it.

The Philosopher's Stone is like the deep sea. Once the spirit is put into it, it will keep falling. The mysterious and profound power envelops Wright's spirit and makes it sink.

Wright could feel that this power was even more peculiar than magic. It contained an inexplicable vitality that could constantly nourish the spirit and make people so comfortable that they did not want to wake up.

Suddenly, a violent shaking and shouting woke up Wright who was about to fall into a drunken stupor.

"Wright! Wright! Wright! Are you okay?" Harry shook Wright's shoulders worriedly.

"It's okay, Harry! Stop shaking or you'll vomit!" Wright broke free from Harry's hand and handed the Philosopher's Stone to Harry.

"This thing is too early for me now!" Thinking back to the feeling of almost sinking just now, Wright couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

"Give this to Dumbledore when he comes! Remember not to stare at it, it's dangerous!" Light warned Harry.

Before Harry could respond, a deep and gentle voice rang out: "I seem to hear someone talking about me! Is it you, Mr. Rags?"