Chapter 89 The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back

Voldemort was silent for a long time, and silently turned his face to Quirrell's front, using his limited life and physical strength to completely control this body.

He loosened his muscles and bones, and the joints of his body made a "click" sound, and then took out Quirrell's wand.

This is a nine-inch long alder wand with a unicorn feather as the core.

Although it is not very suitable for Voldemort's identity and is not very handy, it can only be used at this time.

Aaron also took advantage of this time to hide behind the two professors and joined Harry and others.

"Aaron, I really admire you more and more.

I never thought that Dumbledore would come back early." Voldemort sneered, "But for me, things have not reached the end of the road yet.

As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone before he comes back, the upper limit of this body can only make me reach the strength of a great wizard at most.

It is a bit difficult to face two professors, but it may not be impossible."

"Then you do your best.

As long as you can defeat the two professors of Hogwarts, we will offer you the Philosopher's Stone with both hands."

"I hope you can do what you say." Voldemort grinned and took the initiative to attack.

Although his physical condition was extremely poor and his strength was only one tenth of his, a lean camel was still a camel, and he would not lose out when fighting one against two.

The green spell and the two red spells kept colliding with each other, bursting out a deafening sound, and the broken chess pieces on the chessboard continued to spread around under the impact of magic.

Aaron watched this battle that at least a wizard could join with great interest.

It's not about learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses. He is confident that he can reach this level in a short time. He just wants to expand his horizons.

"Aaron." Harry was not in the mood to watch the battle. He just said anxiously, "What nonsense did you just say? How can you hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort?"

"I said this for our safety. Voldemort is so arrogant that he will not attack us before he gets rid of the two professors, but we still have to be prepared.

Besides, if even the two professors combined can't beat him, we can't keep the Philosopher's Stone alone.

Either hand it over to save your life, or he kills us and finds the Philosopher's Stone from our bodies.

One is no loss and no gain, the other is to lose everything. Which one do you choose?"

"I would rather die than surrender." Harry said indignantly.

"Well said." Aaron raised a thumbs up, and then tapped the wand lightly, and the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand flew to his hand.

Before Harry could react, he continued, "I admire your courage very much. You can take your life lightly. It's extraordinary courage.

But just because you don't want to live doesn't mean I don't want to live. Voldemort may not let you go, but the three of us are different from you and have a chance to survive."

Hearing this, Harry's expression was a little struggling.

He and Voldemort are mortal enemies. Only one of them can survive, but he doesn't want to implicate others because of his own reasons.

"Do you feel particularly entangled?" Aaron saw his complicated expression and teased, "I admit that you have a strong sense of justice and are a well-deserved Gryffindor.

But I must remind you that not taking your life seriously is not bravery, but pure recklessness.

Only by being alive can you have a chance to turn things around. If you die, there will be nothing left.

I am different from you. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not fight to the death, let alone fight against the stone with an egg.

If you want to die to prove your will, then go by yourself, and don't take me with you."

"How about we run now?" Hermione suggested.

"I agree. We should have left here a long time ago." Ron added, "As long as we hold on until Dumbledore comes back, everything will be fine."

"Huh?

That's a great idea.

But a friendly reminder, you must be extra careful when you leave, and you must be fast.

But this is a little difficult for us, after all, there is a wounded person here."

"You mean Voldemort might not let us leave?" Hermione said with a grim look.

"Not possible, but certain.

Although he is still fighting with the two professors, he has also divided some of his attention on us.

If there is any movement, he will probably risk getting injured to keep us.

Because as long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone, he can reshape his body. It doesn't matter to him what Quirrell's body is like."

The three looked at each other, and Harry lowered his head in resignation, but his clenched fists still showed his unwillingness, "Can we really just watch like this?

We are also wizards, and we can help the professors."

"Forget it!" Aaron poured a bucket of cold water mercilessly.

Harry's expression froze, "Am I wrong?"

"It seems... not quite right." Hermione shook her head.

"Why?"

Hermione hesitated and said nothing.

Ron also opened his mouth, with an awkward expression, and turned his face away silently.

Aaron smiled playfully, then patted his shoulder and turned his head away, "Take a good look, is this a battle you can join?

Tell me, what level are you at now?"

"I should be almost an intermediate magician!" Harry also reacted and said a little embarrassedly.

"Then please be a little self-aware, okay?

With your level, even a sneak attack from behind will probably not have any effect, not to mention that there is no chance of a sneak attack now.

In the battle between the three of them, the three of you wizards who don't even have much control over offensive spells are just cannon fodder, and the aftermath of the spell can blow you away."

"What about you?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Me?" Aaron smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm a little better than you, just a bigger cannon fodder."

"Does that mean we can only watch here?" Hermione asked unwillingly.

"Not really." Aaron said meaningfully, "You can also pray, pray that Dumbledore will come back as soon as possible."

After that, Aaron found a place to sit and continued to pay attention to the wizard duel on the chessboard.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were already a little overwhelmed.

After all, the opponent is the famous Dark Lord. Although his strength is greatly reduced now, if he squeezes his vitality regardless of all consequences and fights to the death, then his opponent must fight desperately to have a chance to win.

But the problem is that neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape dared to fight desperately at this time. If it were only them, they might have the courage to fight, and at most they would lose their lives.

But there are four young wizards behind them, and the two must retain some strength to make some plans, at least to protect these students.

Voldemort laughed triumphantly, chanted obscure spells, and waved his wand to shoot a dark green light that was deadly enough.

The two professors raised their wands in tacit understanding, and hastily released two spells, one red and one white, to barely compete with the green light.

The three spells collided fiercely in mid-air, advancing and retreating like tug-of-war, and there was a stalemate for a while.

"Ahem!"

Voldemort suddenly looked ferocious and coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The green light was immediately suppressed by the red and white beams.

He immediately adjusted his state, suppressed his injuries, increased the intensity of magic power delivered to the wand, and pushed the spell back to its previous position.

The stalemate continued, and the green spell gradually gained the upper hand, at the cost of Quirrell's body aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two professors were not feeling well either. They were pale and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

"Almost." Aaron murmured and stood up.

"What's almost?" Harry asked puzzled.

"The time is almost, we can be the last straw that breaks the camel's back." Aaron said.

Hearing this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing, "You can try it."

"Don't mess around." Professor McGonagall reminded, "You are too weak, this is not something you can interfere with."

"That's right." Snape said with a face expression.

"Don't worry, I have some confidence."

"No." Snape said immediately, "Don't think you can be arrogant just because you have some talent. Voldemort's power is not what you can imagine.

He can free up one hand to kill you."

"I know, that's why I waited until now." Aaron tossed the red gem in his hand, and threw it at Voldemort in the surprised eyes of everyone.

The Philosopher's Stone cut through the air and hit Voldemort's head at a very fast speed.

The other party was also a little confused by this sudden surprise, but he reacted quickly. While the corners of his mouth rose, one hand controlled the wand to resist the two professors, and the other hand opened quickly.

The speed of the Philosopher's Stone slowed down instantly and flew to the palm of Voldemort's hand.

"That's your idea." Harry's mouth twitched, "It's terrible."

"Is it too late for us to escape now?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, let the Philosopher's Stone fly for a while."

As soon as the voice fell, a roar came from the ceiling.

A white shadow swooped down and slapped Voldemort's back with a claw just as he was about to grab the Philosopher's Stone.