Sitting on the shoulders of the Slytherin statue, Rolf looked at the devil's flame not far away. The flame devoured anything that could be devoured and spread towards here.
He couldn't help but sigh... Let's fight if we fight. Why set fire to it if we don't agree?
Luofu patted the statue at his feet. It was an antique with a history of nearly a thousand years, and it seemed that it could not be saved.
Luofu was holding a ball escape bird in his arms. It made a frightened sound. The boy rubbed its head and warned:
"Little guy, you have to be more reliable this time and don't apparate to the Black Lake again."
Just as Luo Fu was about to leave, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in the air, and a red bird came out.
"Fox?" Luo Fu said excitedly: "That's great."
With Fox's phantom movement, who needs the Escape Bird? Rove immediately threw the unreliable little guy back into the box, he was so ruthless.
Fox landed on Luofu's shoulder, his golden claws hooked on his clothes, as if he was preparing to take him out of the secret room.
"Wait a minute...the Philosopher's Stone is still in Voldemort's hands."
Rolf found out that Fox was coming, and he suddenly didn't want to leave. Voldemort was very powerful, but he controlled Quirrell's body, and the upper limit of his strength was only Quirrell, which was far from him.
As long as Quirrell is killed, Voldemort will be useless!
Luo Fe thought quickly, looked at Fox, and said seriously: "Fox, I will use 'Invisible' to make myself invisible, and then you will send me to Quirrell."
"If Voldemort doesn't find me, it'll be fine. If he does, you can attract some firepower and help me block his magic with your body. Just block one shot. I know you can block it!"
Fox: "..."
The old phoenix stared at Rolf. It could indeed block it, but based on its understanding of Voldemort, he started with an Avada Kedavra... Does this also allow it to block it?
Scamander, are you still human?
"Help me block it. You won't die anyway. You can be reborn in advance and feel the firepower of your young body." Luofu touched Fox's tail feathers and discussed:
"After this time, I'll cook you something delicious...for free."
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The devil's flame surged forward far away, leaving a circular open space around Voldemort. He stared at the devoured secret room with some regret.
This was his secret place in Hogwarts, and he never expected that one day it would be destroyed by his own hands.
But fortunately, after getting the Philosopher's Stone and leaving Hogwarts, he could quickly brew the elixir and be resurrected.
Voldemort seemed to have seen that wonderful scene:
He reshaped his body, summoned his Death Eaters, and those loyal servants fell at his feet, kissed his toes, and accepted his reward.
And those insects that betrayed him were tortured to death one by one, and were finally devoured by Nagini!
What a wonderful scene!!
Voldemort couldn't help laughing, but his smile suddenly froze. He turned around suddenly and saw a ball of flames igniting and a phoenix appearing out of thin air behind him.
"Dumbledore?" Voldemort shouted, but he didn't see Dumbledore, only a phoenix.
Voldemort frowned, still raised his wand, and said without mercy:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light flashed away. Fox opened his mouth wide and swallowed the green light in one gulp. It burned into a ball of flame and fell to the floor.
"No, there are others..."
Voldemort had already reacted, but a young boy had already circled behind him and appeared. Voldemort reacted as quickly as possible and cast a protective magic on his body.
But Rolf didn't raise his wand, he didn't even make any extra moves, he just looked at Quirrell with his eyes containing a lot of magic power.
"Petrifying Gaze!"
Quirrell looked into Rolf's eyes. His eyes suddenly became dull, his vision gradually blurred, and his whole body began to stiffen, like a frozen corpse.
"Go to hell!"
Voldemort roared, but was horrified to find that Quirrell's body was no longer under his control, completely frozen in place, and then fell straight to the ground, like a newly prepared specimen.
Luofu walked over and looked at the hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head, especially the red eyes, which were staring at the young man.
Rolf suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Voldemort's face, twisting his toes hard. The face under the boy's soles let out a series of slight neighs, not in pain, but in anger.
A goblin dagger appeared in Rolf's hand. His blue eyes stared at Voldemort's face with footprints. His face was calm and he grinned.
chuckled softly:
"Okay...go to hell!"
The dagger cut off Quirrell's head, and Rolf flew up with a kick, and the whole head was kicked towards the devil's flame like a quaffle.
Quirrell, on the other hand, had lost his entire head at this moment, revealing his bloody and broken neck, which was shocking.
Rolf took out the dimmed magic stone from Quirrell's pocket. He shook it...it was so heavy.
Voldemort's body, like a wandering spirit, got out of the back of Quirrell's head. He roared miserably in the flames:
"Scamander!!!"
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quidditch field,
Harry rushed into the stadium and shouted:
"Everyone, hurry up, hurry up, a basilisk is coming out, Voldemort... Quirrell... will attack the arena soon."
"You guys leave quickly!" Harry shouted: "Quirrell has taken away the Sorcerer's Stone, and Voldemort is about to be resurrected..."
All the students looked at the crazy Harry, as if they were looking at a madman, and the stadium became noisy.
"Professor McGonagall, Quirrell has already stolen the Sorcerer's Stone... You believe me... Let everyone go quickly..."
At this moment, everyone looked towards the center of the field and exclaimed. It turned out that a figure covered in blood suddenly appeared on the lawn.
Rolf was sitting on the grass, carrying a box and holding a bare Fox and a ball escaper in his arms.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Ball Duniao was finally more reliable this time.
Shirley and Hermione were sitting in the Ravenclaw stands, watching the game, and then they saw Rolf suddenly appear. They stood up from their seats and rushed over.
But countless students poured into the aisles and pushed toward the lawn to see what was going on. They were high up in the stands and couldn't squeeze through.
Shirley took out a handkerchief from her pocket. She took out her wand, chanted a spell in her mouth, and tapped it gently. The handkerchief suddenly turned into a large soft cushion.
Shirley stood at the railing at the edge of the stands and threw the cushion towards the ground.
The girl climbed over the railing and jumped directly from the three-meter-high stand. She landed on the thick soft cushion, bent her knees, rolled on the ground, and cleverly relieved part of the force of her fall.
Hermione stood in the stands, staring at Shirley in stunned silence. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes before jumping down.
Shirley swung her ponytail and ran towards the field.
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Rolf was sitting on the ground and noticed a Quaffle flying towards him. He took out his wand, transformed into a stick, and hit the Quaffle hard.
The ball made a beautiful arc and finally hit the Slytherin basket.