"Why was I called here? Is Tom hidden by them here?" Ian turned the wooden door, only to find the silent Headmaster's Office, where only the Phoenix Fox was grooming its feathers.
"Fox, when you have the time, could you go to the Room of Requirement? My phoenix seems about to hatch; surely your experience with young phoenixes is richer than mine."
Ian pulled out a handful of precious herbs intending to bribe Fox. However, as his hand approached Fox, the phoenix suddenly flew up without any warning.
Its claws grasped Ian's robe, and suddenly, man and beast disappeared from the Headmaster's Office. When Ian's sight cleared again, he found himself in a vast room - the ground covered with shattered stones, and ahead, a half-opened door.
The flicker of candle flames in the room illuminated the ground, revealing the broken stones were lifelike giant pieces of Wizard Chess.
Stone soldiers, knights with fractured heads, and kings whose bodies could not be found. This scene inevitably stirred some dusty memories in Ian's heart.
"Damn! Are you serious?"
Ian turned back to look.
The phoenix that had brought him there was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a note with Albus Dumbledore's handwriting.
[There will be no danger.]
Just a short sentence, without any further explanation, Ian felt a bit helpless and pulled out his magic wand, then pushed open the door ahead.
Sure enough.
Just as he imagined.
On the other side of the door was a small platform, with black flames burning directly in front, with dense and powerful inscriptions carved on the surrounding ground.
"Harry Potter is actually myself?"
Ian walked into the platform, letting his gaze fall on the table in front of the flame, where seven glass bottles were placed, with liquids in varying colors clearly visible.
Besides that.
The yellowed parchment was also quite prominent.
[Danger ahead, safety behind]
[Two among us can offer you help]
[Drink them; one will help you pass ahead, the other will send you back to your original place]
...
An extremely classic logic puzzle.
Ian didn't finish reading.
Because he pulled out a potion from his money bag, drank it, and then buried himself in the flame ahead, where the black flame did not harm him.
"Without Quirrell, can Voldemort still operate?"
Ian's doubts were answered as he crossed the sea of fire - he saw, in the center of a room with twelve giant pillars, a mirror he was very familiar with.
The Mirror of Erised.
And in front of the mirror.
A wizard dressed in black robes, wearing a black hat, stood facing the mirror. As if noticing someone entering, he moved his neck a bit before turning around slowly.
"The magic of sacrificing to the God of Death has temporarily freed me from death, and now the reward I receive has let me completely escape death, allowing me to feel the wonderfulness of breathing again!"
The black-robed wizard raised his hand, slowly removing his hat hood, revealing a face that was like worn cement, nose-less, and resembling a serpentine face.
"I admire your courage, and I praise Dumbledore's boldness... only, he certainly didn't anticipate what you'd face here, such an outstanding little wizard."
A hoarse voice with venomous resentment sounded.
"Ian Prince, now, fair duel, you will truly see what kind of Black Demon King I am." A stone devoid of luster fell from his hand.
It shattered to pieces.
Voldemort, regaining magic power, raised the magic wand in his hand.
"Avada..."
Voldemort began to utter the incantation.
The little wizard also held a magic wand in one hand.
But.
He did not utter an incantation.
Instead, he pulled out a dozen bottles from his other hand and tossed them over.
Voldemort's vigilance was always high, but despite his quick dodge, he could not withstand Ian's overwhelming fire, and a few bottles inevitably smashed onto him.
In the next moment.
Voldemort's aunt, uncle, grandfather, and great-grandfather all blossomed on Voldemort's body.
"Damn! What is this!"
Voldemort felt his magic power sinking, his face showing terror, screaming with an implosive voice, as green light surged directly from his wand towards Ian.
"It's Love Magic."
The magic wand in Ian's hand also lit up with a green glow.
Two Killing Curses.
Clashed violently in the air.
At the same time.
In the Room of Requirement.
The black-purple eggshell... quietly cracked.