We speak now of Quirrell, who, seeing his life in peril, was scared out of his wits and begged for mercy, forgetting all about his master. Harry ignored his pleas, kicked him over onto his stomach, and exposed his back.
The Voldemort-face on his head cursed, "Useless! You can't even stop a first-year wizard! You useless waste of a servant!"
Before he could finish, Harry, with a crack, chopped off the two-faced man's head.
The head rolled away, and a plume of black smoke erupted from it, coalescing into a face.
Looking closely, who else could it be but the flat-nosed Voldemort?
It was as the proverb says: a centipede dies but never falls down. Voldemort, who had dominated the wizarding world for years and mastered all its dark magic, could still escape as a spirit even if his host body was slain.
The black smoke swirled, and a voice drifted from it. "Harry Potter, I will be watching you... forever!"
Harry was shocked. This damned scoundrel cultivates both life and spirit! He can leave his body at will!
He raised his saber to strike, dispersing the black smoke. But moments later, it gathered again.
The face in the smoke laughed low. "Heh heh... Potter, you won't be so lucky next time."
Seeing the scoundrel was about to flee, Harry grew anxious. He suddenly remembered that day in the Leaky Cauldron, when Quirrell had shrunk away from his touch.
He thought: Could it be that my very flesh and blood are his natural bane?
The black smoke began to roll away. Harry didn't hesitate. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of true yang blood straight at the face.
A terrible hissing sound was heard, like boiling soup on snow, or magma on rock. The rolling black smoke erupted in a great cloud of white steam. It had been burned by the blood!
"Aaargh! Potter, the next time we meet will be the day you die!"
The black smoke let out a muffled cry, spat some threats, and fled out the door, vanishing.
Harry raised his saber to give chase, but suddenly heard someone behind him say, "Harry, you can't catch him."
The voice was old and gentle. He turned and saw Dumbledore, who had appeared at some unknown time, standing before the mirror.
Seeing Dumbledore had been waiting here in secret all along, Harry roared, "You avian old man! You have the power to scatter the clouds and rain, so why didn't you detain that scoundrel Voldemort!"
"I am sorry, Harry, but I cannot kill him." Dumbledore shook his head. "The prophecy is clear. The only one who can kill Voldemort is you."
Harry was surprised. "What prophecy?"
"The prophecy about why Voldemort tried to kill you."
It turned out that Voldemort's obsession with killing Harry was not because of the Order of the Phoenix, but because of a prophecy stating that a child born at the end of July would be able to vanquish him.
Harry, hearing this, found it strange. "Neville Longbottom was born on the same day as me. He also fits that avian prophecy. Can he kill Voldemort?"
"But Voldemort chose you, Harry. And that is something all wizards know."
Seeing Harry grinding his saber, his eyes flashing, Dumbledore quickly added, "Besides, don't you want to kill Voldemort with your own hands? Harry, I have always respected your choices."
Harry snorted and sheathed his saber. "Since the Professor puts it that way, it is acceptable."
"But this one must ask another question. Why did you, time and again, try to lure me to find this Philosopher's Stone!"
Dumbledore twinkled. "Harry, why would you say that?"
Harry sneered. "Hah! Professor, you treat me like a three-year-old. From the moment I jumped through that trapdoor—the chess game, the flying keys, the riddles—which of those was meant to guard against Voldemort? It was clearly a test for me!"
"And as for that Stone! If you hadn't made such a fuss, this one wouldn't have bothered to look for it. When I did look, the staircases played tricks on me. Yet tonight, when Voldemort came, they were suddenly obedient. Was it not you, scoundrel, pulling the strings in secret!"
Harry's words were like thread through a needle's eye, like a razor shaving a newborn's head—not a single detail was wrong. Dumbledore felt his throat tighten.
"...You are right, Harry. But I had to do it."
"When Tom Marvolo Riddle was a student at Hogwarts, he was perfectly behaved. He received twelve 'Outstandings' on his O.W.L.s. There wasn't a teacher or student who didn't like him."
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the air. A few silver lights rearranged themselves into Voldemort's name. With another wave, the letters rearranged themselves into a sentence:
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
"I needed to know if you were like Tom. If what you showed the world was just a disguise, while inside, you harbored... more dangerous thoughts unknown to others."
With that, Dumbledore turned to the Mirror of Erised. The mirror reflected the White Wizard's image. But the reflection moved on its own, taking a bright stone from its pocket and then stuffing it back in.
Immediately, Harry saw Dumbledore's pocket bulge.
Dumbledore took the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket and held it out for Harry to see. "Harry, why do you want the Philosopher's Stone?"
"That's a strange question, Professor. Everyone in the world knows that being an immortal is good. Who wouldn't want to live forever?"
Dumbledore's eyes were deep. "But this belongs to Nicolas Flamel. Are you going to take it from him?"
The question was accusatory, and it annoyed Harry. "If that old man Nicolas is unwilling to lend it to me, I can at least ask him to teach me the method of making it."
"But what if he is unwilling to say? In fact, Nicolas is already preparing for his end. He has used the last six hundred years to prove one thing: eternal life is not a blessing."
Harry sneered. "Hah! That avian cur! He stuffs his gut with wine and meat until his belly is round and he can't get up. Now he cries that 'even soup is useless'! What false piety!"
"If I ever meet that two-faced scoundrel, I'll be sure to give him a taste of my saber!"
Harry was relentless with his words and his desires. Dumbledore felt his head throb.
He rubbed his brow. "Harry, the Stone is not as powerful as you think..."
Seeing Dumbledore was convinced he meant to steal it, Harry felt as if a hundred barrels of gunpowder were stuffed in his chest. With every breath, anger slammed into his lungs like a spark hitting powder. In an instant, it all exploded, jostling his heart, liver, and spleen.
He drew his saber and roared, "Hmph! I, Harry, am an upright man who stands between heaven and earth! I am not some murdering, roadside brigand!"
"If that Nicolas Flamel is unwilling, this one will not seek him out! If you say one more insulting word, I don't care how powerful you are—this one will scrape off a layer of your skin!"
Harry's vicious tirade left Dumbledore stunned for a long moment.
When his wits returned, Dumbledore, instead of being angry, smiled, a look of relief on his face. "Oh, my apologies, Harry. I misunderstood you."
A gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it through proper means. Though Harry was violent and desired long life, he was a man of true character. How could Dumbledore not be relieved?
Just then, the Aging Potion wore off. Harry went to get his spare clothes and change, then wrapped Quirrell's head in his robe.
He was about to leave when he heard footsteps outside. The professors burst in.
"Where is You-Know-Who—Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, good evening, Minerva."
Ron and Hermione then popped out from behind the professors. "Harry, are you all right?"
Seeing Ron, Harry walked toward him, carrying the head. He held out the robe-wrapped bundle and smiled. "On the train, Brother, you wanted to see Voldemort's face. Today, this one will let you look your fill."
As the verse says:
Ron's idle words, the scarred lad kept in heart.
Today the head is gifted in a robe.
A promise is worth a thousand gold, shaking the world.
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