Voldemort and Quirrell's wails mixed together.

This punch not only caused physical damage, but also hurt the soul.

Harry was keenly aware that Voldemort's breath was beginning to weaken, and his magic power was intermittent and was being maintained with difficulty.

Is this what Dumbledore was expecting?

Harry decisively slapped Voldemort in the face and grabbed the greasy back of his head tightly: "You should wash your hair, Quirrell, it's really disgusting!"

Sizzle——

The sound of the soldering iron burning lingered for a long time.

The scar began to ache violently, and the scene of that night reappeared in my mind.

More clarity.

The man bravely died to block a killing curse, and the woman begged bitterly, her red hair dishevelled, like the withered willow branches in late autumn, sad, powerless and lifeless.

He could hear Voldemort's breathing, his maniacal laughter, and a voice - "Avada Kedavra".

Voldemort wailed, finding it difficult to maintain his magic.

The black snake dissipated, and the vines that bound Harry's sword-holding hand also dissipated.

His other hand was freed, and he thrust the sword back into the Sorting Hat, covering Voldemort's face completely with both hands.

His head was hurting more and more.

Voldemort's wailing became louder and louder.

"Idiot! Idiot!" he cursed, and suddenly, Harry felt the temperature of his palm gradually fade away, and the pain in the scar slowly dissipated.

The spell failed?

He looked up.

A black gas surged out of Quirrell's head and turned into a cloud of thick black smoke, facing Voldemort's hideous and distorted face.

Soul body!

It was Voldemort who abandoned Quirrell's body.

Harry shook off Quirrell and slapped the floor - purple light lingered, the Aden Sign.

Voldemort was horrified: "What have you done to me?"

He felt his spirit becoming dull and sensitive.

Harry slapped him with his hand, and there was a "swish" sound - a stronger reaction, causing Voldemort to wail in more pain, but it only brought him pain.

Harry drew out his silver sword and was about to strike, but his swing missed.

Voldemort chanted a spell, and the black smoke flew away quickly, reaching the end of the room in the blink of an eye -

"Dumbledore, stop him!" Harry shouted.

But no one took action.

He could only watch the black smoke penetrate the wall and disappear.

In the room, there was the half-dead Quirrell, Harry, and the lingering smell of evil magic.

Harry took out the distilled water and rubbed it on the back of Quirrell's head. He didn't know if it would work, but it was the only solution he could come up with at the moment.

"Dumbledore, why don't you come out?" Harry raised his voice, "Quirrel is going to die!"

After a moment.

Next to the mirror, the figure of an old wizard appeared. He looked at Harry with some surprise: "How did you know I was here?"

"Why didn't you stop Voldemort?" Harry spat, glaring at him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "He is in a very bad state now. Let him remain in this state of a remnant soul. If we kill him and let him be resurrected somewhere else and become stronger than he is now... that would be terrible."

"You might try to kill him outright." Harry smeared two layers of distilled water on the back of Quirrell's head.

Dumbledore shook his head again: "No, I can't."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "The most powerful white wizard actually said that he couldn't kill a dark wizard who was no match for me?"

"Professor Snape didn't put the bezoar in my head, but in yours?"

"The prophecy says that only you can kill him." Dumbledore answered seriously.

Harry frowned and asked, "Are you so superstitious about prophecies?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but turned his head to look at the Mirror of Erised, allowing Harry to instantly catch a complex expression of nostalgia, emotion, and loss.

He was too familiar with this look.

This was the expression on Geralt's face when he mentioned Triss to him in Kaer Morhen.

"It seems that you have a past with a prophet?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Dumbledore was somewhat helpless: "Harry, please forgive me."

"Severus has come to scold me more than once for your perceptiveness - he thought I told you those things."

"If you dig up my past too, I won't have anyone as good as me to vent on."

Harry nodded: "It seems that she is still alive, but for some reason, you can no longer meet."

Dumbledore's face froze: "Let's change the subject."

Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, raised the Sword of Gryffindor in his other hand, and pointed it at Dumbledore: "Then let's settle the score."

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

Harry played with the Philosopher's Stone: "You don't trust me, Dumbledore."

"I have always believed in you." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You are testing me, or rather, trying me." Harry stepped closer to Dumbledore. "Saving Quirrell is just an excuse. You don't care about his life or death at all. From now until now, you haven't even looked at Quirrell once."

"Even when I was applying medicine to Quirrell, you were staring at me."

Dumbledore did not retreat, but even took a step forward, approaching Harry: "He chose Voldemort, didn't he?"

"You used this excuse to reject my request." Harry ignored him and continued at his own pace, "Let me face Voldemort directly - it's not that you want to see the effect of the spell."

"Rather, you want to know what kind of person I am?"

Harry paused, then suddenly threw the Philosopher's Stone over, hitting Dumbledore on the head.

Just as it was about to reach Dumbledore, it stopped abruptly and hovered in front of Dumbledore's head.

"You want to know if I also want the Philosopher's Stone." Harry put the tip of the sword against Dumbledore's chest, "Is it a guy who pretends to be amiable but is actually ambitious?"

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, taking the red stone in his hand: "You are not kind at all, and your mouth is as good as Severus's."

"This feeling is really annoying." Harry sneered, "It seems that you are really used to treating others as fools."

"You started to prepare for it when I was preparing to enter school?"

Dumbledore looked deep in his eyes: "Why do you say that?"

"Voldemort may have been severely injured and turned into a fool, but I didn't." Harry shook his head, "Everything happened so naturally."

"If I hadn't noticed so many things, I would have talked to you about it."

"Perhaps... I'll learn from Hagrid about the theft of the vault and the Philosopher's Stone."

"Perhaps, even if I don't ask you for my parents' inheritance, you will give me the Invisibility Cloak and then trick me into running to Fluffy's room, giving me hints and letting me guess that the Philosopher's Stone is stored there?"

"Then I discovered that Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I went to you and Professor McGonagall, but they both gave me various reasons to dissuade me from this idea. I had to come up with the idea that only I could stop Quirrell."

"You are very perceptive, but aren't you thinking too much?" Dumbledore smiled.

Harry had a blank expression on his face: "Then could you explain it..."

“Why is it the Devil’s Snare?”

"I don't think Professor Sprout can't get some dragon claw vines or thorn trees. I've seen them in the Forbidden Forest."

"Why did you put the antidote and hint on the table in the last room?"

"It must have taken a lot of effort to convince Professor Snape to do this."

"Don't even mention me. Hermione, Ron, or other outstanding first-year wizards, can pass these tests, a unique final exam?"

Dumbledore nodded: "You are very smart and calm, but can you take the sword away first? It makes me uncomfortable."

Harry sneered and didn't move.

"I think I can explain." Dumbledore spread his hands. "After all, you are the Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the wizarding world, and you are very talented..."

"I'm worried that you'll go astray. After all, the last person whose true nature I failed to see through caused a disaster."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded and was about to say something else.

The black flames at the door dissipated.

The man in black robes hurried in, took a glimpse of the scene in the room, was stunned, and stopped at the door: "Potter!"

"And Dumbledore!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Miss Granger told me that you want to stop the Dark Lord or keep your promise to Dumbledore!"

Harry replied: "I tried to stop him, but Dumbledore didn't do anything and let him get away."

"Dumbledore!" Snape gritted his teeth, uttered a few syllables through the cracks, and held the wand in his hand tighter, "Is your brain all turned to syrup?"

"How did you let him into Hogwarts?"

Harry reminded, "He's been possessing Quirrell's head the whole time. Didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Aha." Snape sneered, "Potter, it seems that our dear Headmaster Dumbledore mistook me for you, a reckless wizard who can only wield swords."

"Oh, Severus, listen to me..." Dumbledore waved his hand.

Harry interrupted him: "I think we need to teach Headmaster Dumbledore a lesson."

"You finally made a sensible suggestion." Snape said coldly, "I am very pleased that my education for you has finally had some effect."

He waved his wand: "God's sword is invisible!"

Harry exerted force on his feet and stabbed down hard with the sword against his chest.

With a loud crash——

Dumbledore's figure turned into a ball of fire and dissipated. Harry's sword passed through it without piercing anything, and Snape's spell also missed.

Let’s go to the Mirror of Erised together.

"Oh, wait, this mirror cannot be destroyed." Dumbledore appeared on the other side of the mirror and waved his wand. The space seemed to be filled with sand. Harry froze and could not move, and Snape's spell also stopped.

He walked over and tapped the Mirror of Erised.

The mirror disappeared into thin air.

Another wave of the wand.

Harry was able to move again, and stumbled to a stop, the spell hitting the wall, leaving a deep scratch.

"Okay, now let's continue." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the two of them.

Harry tutted.

Snape put away his wand.

Professor McGonagall came in a panic, with a group of jumping chess pieces behind her: "Potter, how are you? Mr. Weasley told me..."

As soon as she entered the house.

He saw Snape, Dumbledore, Harry, and Quirrell lying on the ground, looking a little dazed.