HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 52 Magic Stone 2

Ron roared at Harry.

Landric thought Ron was about to pounce on Harry and bite him.

"Remember to get vaccinated," Landric said to Harry.

Ron: ? What vaccine?

Harry moved a few steps away from Ron: Rand hated Ron.

Ron: Don't think he can't see it; this world that judges people by their looks is really too much.

A door blocked their way, and Hermione gently tugged at Landric's hand.

Stop looking at them, we have important things to do.

A golden light flashed before my eyes.

A flying door key.

So next up is Ron's wizard chess and Hermione's potion-making.

Dumbledore's eyes are truly everywhere.

These challenges were almost entirely designed based on the trio's respective areas of expertise.

The first few challenges restricted Ron and Hermione, leaving only Harry to face Quirrell and even Voldemort alone.

Wasn't Dumbledore afraid? Wasn't he afraid Voldemort would kill Harry?

No, that's not right. Voldemort couldn't kill Harry; Dumbledore's phoenix was there.

This phoenix has probably been watching this place from the very beginning.

Landric and Harry successfully reached the last door.

Landric's pupils constricted instantly. Why was there an extra restriction?

Unraveling the curse?

What do you mean? Is this targeting him?

A butterfly flaps its wings, and a storm is stirred up.

Landric stepped forward on his own initiative, and Harry took Landric's hand.

"Rand... well, how about I give this a try?"

Landric rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly. "Let you try? Would Dumbledore even agree? Even if he did, would he then be left to face Voldemort alone?"

Oh my god, Harry, that brat, he's fine when he doesn't speak, but once he opens his mouth, he's killing people.

Dumbledore's phoenix will definitely help Harry, but it may not necessarily help him.

"No need, you can't untie it," Landric said, hooking his fingertips around Harry's palm.

Harry froze, and Landric then guided him through the last door.

AD…

Facing Quirrell's scent takes immense courage, Harry's official endorsement.

Harry, bewildered by Quirrell's scent, said, "It really isn't..." Snape.

"Harry Potter! Look who this is! The famous Savior!"

Quirrell had his back to Harry, and the stench of decay emanating from the back of his head assaulted his nostrils.

"vomit…!"

Quirrell froze. "M-Master..."

Harry's gagging echoed.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then his sinister voice rang out, "Grab him!"

Harry turned and ran.

He fled, he was pursued; he could not escape even with wings.

Quirrell's thin arms suddenly burst with tremendous strength, and he used one hand to forcefully pull Harry to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Where is it? Look at this mirror, where's the Philosopher's Stone?!"

Harry turned his head away, unwilling to look at the ugly and smelly old man.

The mirror also shows Harry, two identical faces facing each other, the person in the mirror curling his lips into a provocative smile.

A handsome young man appeared beside them, his arm wrapped around the young man's waist, and the two slowly drew closer. The black-haired young man kissed the purple-eyed young man.

The purple-eyed boy paused for a moment, then his slender, white fingers grabbed the black hair and forcibly lifted the boy's head. The situation instantly reversed, and the purple-eyed boy was now in a superior position.

The black-haired boy smiled at the view outside the mirror.

Harry's eyes reddened with jealousy, and he roared, "No! You're not worthy!"

Quirrell was terrified by Quirrell's sudden outburst.

Does he have rabies?

"Kid, what's wrong with you! Find the Philosopher's Stone now, or I'll kill you!"

The person in the mirror seemed to have heard Voldemort's words. He raised his eyelids slightly and, taking advantage of Voldemort's attention being on Harry, slowly moved his hand up to the purple-eyed boy's leg. A small object quietly slipped into the boy's pocket.

Harry saw it clearly: what was this idiot trying to do? By placing the Philosopher's Stone on Rand, was he trying to divert Voldemort's attention to Rand?

Harry slowly backed away, hoping to escape as soon as Voldemort wasn't looking.

"Let me go!"

"I'll ask you one last time, where is the Philosopher's Stone?" The sinister voice was tinged with obvious anger.

Landric, standing outside the door, could even sense Voldemort's burning rage.

He touched the stone that had suddenly appeared in his pocket and fell into deep thought…

This...it seems...it's not entirely impossible...

Landric sighed, his wand materializing, deciding not to waste time on Dumbledore's little tricks.

The dazzling light penetrated the door, and Landric kicked it in disgust.

What a piece of junk.

The collapsing door drew the attention of the two people inside.

Harry's face was purplish from being pinched, and he was breathing with difficulty.

"Don't...go..."

Landric was stunned. Did he really want him to die?

It's one thing if he comes in on his own, but it's another thing if you say it. Are you trying to wipe out the whole group?

Harry shook his head violently in a panic.

No, no! He means you should leave quickly! Don't come in! Leave!

Voldemort is an idiot. He was choking me, and by sheer coincidence, I managed to utter those two words.

Landric looked at Harry's anxious expression.

Okay, he understands what you mean, he won't leave.

No...

Harry seems to have died with a snap.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Voldemort will not give Landric and Harry time for a tender conversation.

Instantly cast with a raised hand.

The red light rushed towards Landric.

Harry's eyes widened in horror.

Landric reacted quickly, turning and lunging to the ground, barely dodging the attack.

He looked up at Voldemort, his body nimbly weaving through a multitude of lights of various colors.

Then, he randomly chose a spell that was dim and less dangerous. Before he could turn around, he was hit by the spell.

The necklace around Landric's neck immediately popped out a protective ring, firmly protecting Landric.

Landric then fainted.

Next, it won't be his home turf anymore.

Dumbledore has prepared so much for Harry, surely Harry should experience it too.

However, after this incident, did Dumbledore receive Harry's gratitude and admiration, or...?

That's not necessarily true.

Voldemort snapped his fingers a few times out of thin air, and several ropes bound Harry tightly: "You're too nosy, Potter. Your actions with your friends on Halloween Eve have already decided that I can't keep you alive."

"As for this Rozier brat... hah," Voldemort's wand glowed green again.

Harry's face turned deathly pale. "No! Rand is innocent!"

Landco lay on the ground with his eyes closed, completely oblivious to Harry's desperate cries.

Harry's voice trailed off, trying to change the subject and prevent him from focusing on Landric, "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..."

Perhaps out of a desire to witness his prey's final, death throes, Voldemort actually answered Harry's question.

"Yes, the boy who survived. Snape had already noticed me back then, but so what? My backer was the Dark Lord."