Or in other words, in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he would be discovered.

"Don't bother with that, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.

Voldemort's words cannot be trusted. No one except himself knows whether the contents above are true or false. We can only say that most of them should be true.

It's okay to use it as a reference before I get the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".

"You just said... Professor?" Voldemort looked a little strange.

"You taught me something after all..." Kyle said as a matter of course: "No matter what, I should call you professor."

"Oh, stupid trick..."

Voldemort sneered: "Do you think I will let you go just like that, you smartass?

Enjoy the rest of your life, I will be back one day."

"I will find you. No matter how many Horcruxes you have made, I will dig them out. You...can't escape!"

"Then you'll have to look carefully, my dear professor." Kyle said with a smile.

At this time, the black flame that had been extinguished began to burn again, and it was obvious that someone had entered the room again.

"It's just in time."

Kyle pulled out another potion and held it in his hand, then dug out his invisibility cloak.

"Tell me...how did you do it..." Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "You knew that it was me on Quirrell...and you were able to wait here in advance..."

"It's not hard to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly: "Horcrux, unicorn blood, elixir... Put these together, and the answer is obvious."

"As for why I was able to come here early...I have to thank Bella...ahem, Mr. Potter."

…

Soon, the black magic fire suddenly swayed, and a figure slowly walked out from it.

Harry had expected to see Snape, or even Voldemort, but it turned out to be neither.

There was only one person in the room crawling on the ground...

There was also a familiar scarf lying nearby, it belonged to Professor Quirrell.

"Professor?" Harry walked over cautiously, but after taking only two steps, he was horrified to find that there was a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Harry felt a chill on his back and subconsciously stepped back, wanting to return to the warm castle.

But the thought that Voldemort might get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone gave him pause.

He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have fainted, and the face on the back of his head had its eyes tightly closed. Although its lips were still opening and closing slightly, as if it was saying something, there was no sound at all.

Although Harry was curious, he didn't dare to go closer.

He stepped carefully around Quirrell.

It was not until then that he realized there was something standing next to it. It was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.

"So Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here," Harry whispered.

Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't help but step forward and take a look.

"There is nothing around here, maybe the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in here..." He thought so and then came to the mirror.

This time there was no one else, he only saw himself in the mirror. At first he looked pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back into his pocket.

Harry was totally confused. He didn't understand what the person in the mirror was doing... Was he asking him for money?

"Dang..."

But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.

However, Harry did not notice that when he said the three words "Sorcerer's Stone", Quirrell behind him suddenly opened his eyes.

As he was looking at the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell had already stood up unsteadily.

"The Philosopher's Stone...Haha...The Philosopher's Stone..." He lowered his head and murmured softly.

Harry was startled and quickly turned around, hiding the Philosopher's Stone behind him.

"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"

However, Quirrell had no intention of snatching it. He began to laugh and stretched out his hand.

"Go to hell... Haha, go to hell!"

Sparks began to appear all around, and in just a moment, the flames began to burn violently. They gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. If it continued like this, it wouldn't be long before the flames filled the entire room.

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“Stop it now!”

Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from releasing any more flames.

Blisters began to appear on Quirrell's arms, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He grabbed Harry with his backhand and tried to drag him into the flames.

"It's all because of you... because of you... let's die together..."

Harry felt a piercing pain in the scar on his forehead, and his head seemed to be split in two... his vision went black... and he could only hear Quirrell's resentful screams.

Other voices were calling out, "Potter! Potter!"

However, this may be an illusion in his mind.

Harry's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. He vaguely saw the Philosopher's Stone in his hand fall to the ground at some point and was quickly engulfed by flames.

"No..." Harry murmured desperately, trying to pull free from Quirrell's arms.

Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.

The pain on his forehead eased, and Harry, who had regained consciousness, was about to rush into the fire to find the Philosopher's Stone when he was stopped by someone.

"This is Fiendfyre, you're going to die!"

"Kyle?" Harry looked at the newcomer in surprise. "Why are you here?"

"No time to explain..." Kyle said with a frown.

He admitted that he was a little careless.

He saw Quirrell wake up, but did not stop him.

I originally thought that Quirrell was just having a last gasp and was going to get up and kill Harry, but I didn't expect that even after he became such a horrible state, he could still cast the Fiendish Fire Curse without a wand.

Life is really tough! Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and the orange light on his wand gradually lit up.

But before he was ready to take the next step, the fierce fire in the room suddenly disappeared.

"It seems I came at the right time."

Dumbledore appeared at the door. He didn't even take out his wand, but just moved his fingers to disperse the surrounding fierce fire.

"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... The Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled to find words.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "We'll talk about this later, Harry. You need to rest now."

As he spoke, his blue eyes were fixed on Kyle, as if he was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)