"No, I have to tell Dumbledore about this."
After saying that, Harry Potter ran out of the library and headed straight for the headmaster's office.
"Harry! What happened?"
Dean McGonagall happened to be passing by and, seeing Harry Potter in a panic, stopped him and patiently asked him questions.
"Professor McGonagall, I need to see Headmaster Dumbledore. I have something to tell him!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore isn't here. You can talk to me about anything."
Harry Potter hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"Professor McGonagall, I know the Philosopher's Stone is hidden under the trapdoor, and Voldemort is trying to steal it!"
McGonagall's expression changed drastically. She looked around warily, and seeing that no one was eavesdropping, she whispered to Harry Potter.
"Who told you there's a magic stone under the trapdoor?"
“It was my guess, Professor McGonagall, I’m telling the truth!”
Dean McGonagall knew it was true, of course; there was a trap she had set up at the place where the Philosopher's Stone was placed.
“Harry Potter, I don’t care how you guessed it, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about the Philosopher’s Stone. The Philosopher’s Stone is well protected, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
Harry Potter didn't listen to a word Dean McGonagall said; he just felt the Philosopher's Stone was unsafe.
“Yes, Professor McGonagall, I will not tell anyone about the Philosopher's Stone.”
Only after receiving assurances did Headmistress McGonagall allow Harry Potter to leave.
Back in the library, Harry Potter found Ron and Hermione and discussed how to protect the Philosopher's Stone.
If Hao Yun were here, he would definitely applaud after hearing their plan.
The three's so-called protection turned out to be that they stole the magic stone and hid it.
The three agreed to carry out this bizarre plan that evening.
That night, the three met in the lounge and then quietly slipped out.
Upon arriving at the trapdoor, the three had already devised a plan to deal with Cerberus, a plan that Hagrid had inadvertently revealed.
That is, the three-headed dog will lie down and sleep after hearing music.
Hermione took out the prepared music box, wound it up, and threw it into the room.
As the crisp music played, the three-headed dog indeed quieted down and lay down to sleep.
The trio pushed open the trapdoor and jumped down one after another.
The traps set up by the professors were ignored by the three men.
Unfortunately, the three of them didn't notice that someone had been following them all along.
After overcoming numerous obstacles, the three successfully reached the room where the magic stone was hidden.
"The Philosopher's Stone is hidden here?"
Ron looked around; the room was empty, not at all like a secret room for hiding things.
A burst of wild laughter came from behind the three of them. Professor Quirrell, who was usually as timid as a mouse, walked out boldly with his wand in hand.
"Thank you for showing me the way. I will accept the magic stone."
Chapter 302 Quirrell and Voldemort
"Professor Quirrell, it's you?"
The trio of saviors exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't it Voldemort who's trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
"Let me talk to them."
A deep voice came from behind Professor Quirrell.
Professor Quirrell, who reeked of garlic, bowed his head respectfully and said...
"Yes, Master."
Professor Quirrell untied the scarf from his head, turned around, and revealed the back of his head.
Voldemort, possessing Professor Quirrell, opened his eyes and looked down at Harry Potter, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
I never imagined that my resurrection would be partly due to my enemy.
"Harry Potter! We meet again."
Like a reunion with an old friend, Voldemort remained calm.
"You are Voldemort!"
Harry Potter could hardly believe that the parasite-like creature in front of him was the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort, who had been calm, seemed to be provoked by Harry Potter's expression and suddenly became furious.
"That's right, I am Voldemort. Hand over the Philosopher's Stone, and I will spare your life and that of your friend."
"Voldemort, I didn't see any Philosopher's Stone at all. Even if I got it, I would never give it to you!"
Harry Potter glared at Voldemort, gripping his wand and trembling with rage.
Ron, hiding behind Harry Potter, was also trembling, but he was terrified.
From a young age, Ron had heard his parents talk about how powerful and cruel Voldemort was, which made him unable to muster any will to fight back when he met Voldemort.
"Fine! Since you won't give it to me, Quirrell, go and kill his two friends!"
Voldemort smiled sinisterly; he preferred dealing with tough opponents.
"Voldemort, this has nothing to do with them!"
Harry Potter stood protectively in front of Ron and Hermione, shouting loudly at Voldemort.
Where is the Philosopher's Stone?
Voldemort didn't care about the lives of Harry, his friends, and the others; he only wanted the Philosopher's Stone. Once he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would no longer have to parasitize others.
"I have no idea."
Harry Potter and his friends kept retreating until Quirrell cornered them against the wall.
"Master, shall I do it now?"
Quirrell, wand in hand, began to consult Voldemort.
"Make your move, kill one first!"
"Yes, Master."
Professor Quirrell looked at Ron, preparing to kill him first.
Harry Potter, sensing something was wrong, waved his wand and shouted.
"They've all turned to stone!"
Professor Quirrell waved his hand and used the Ironclad Charm to block Harry Potter's Petrification Charm.
"Run!"
Harry Potter continued casting spells while urging Ron and Hermione to escape.
"Hermione, let's go quickly and inform the professor!"
Without saying a word, Ron grabbed Hermione and ran outside.
"Useless! Seize them."
Voldemort was furious and roared at Quirrell.
"Master, they can't escape."
Quirrell was so frightened that he trembled and rushed toward Hermione and Ron.
"You go first!"
Hermione pushed Ron out of the Chamber of Secrets, then turned around, took out her wand, and cast a petrification spell on Quirrell.
While Quirrell was resisting the curse, Ron had already disappeared without a trace.
"You actually let him get away!"
Voldemort's tone was chilling; he wished he could kill Quirrell right now.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Master."
Quirrell quickly apologized, standing there somewhat at a loss.
"Useless trash, hand over your body to me!"
Voldemort seized control of Quirrell's body and pointed his wand at Harry Potter.
"Give me the Philosopher's Stone, or you and your friends will all die here today!"
Voldemort didn't want to waste time. One of the young wizards had already run out, and he estimated that the professors from the academy would arrive soon.
If I don't seize this opportunity to take the Philosopher's Stone, the chances of doing so in the future will be even slimmer.
"I've never seen a magic stone before, and I don't know where it is. How can I give it to you?"
Harry Potter and his two companions had just arrived at the Chamber of Secrets and hadn't even seen the Philosopher's Stone yet, so even if they wanted to give it to Voldemort, they had nothing to give him.
"Impossible! The Philosopher's Stone must be in your hands. Could it have been taken away by that boy?"
Voldemort's expression was grim, and his intense killing intent made Hermione and Harry Potter unable to lift their heads.
"Since you won't tell me, I'll go get it myself!"
After saying this, Voldemort transformed into black smoke and rushed out of the secret chamber, preparing to catch up with Ron and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone.
"Oh no! He's gone to kill Ron."
Harry was terrified and grabbed Hermione, running outside.
Ron, who had left first, had already returned to the trapdoor.