Crossover in the Anime World

The fifth level is Snape's magic potion logic level. The wizard's logic has some problems, so Snape believes that this level can effectively prevent the wizard's ambition for the Sorcerer's Stone.

Only by taking the right potion can you pass through the fire wall. There are wine, fireproofing potions and poison in seven bottles of different sizes. However, Voldemort obviously had no interest in wasting time, so he passed directly through the wall of flames.

"What should we do?" Harry looked at Duran. He couldn't solve any logic problems. It was too complicated.

Duran picked up the second bottle and handed it to Harry: "This is the medicine that can pass through the wall of fire."

Harry was a little confused because Duran took it too decisively. He didn't even understand the question now. Why is the bottle on the far left the poison? The largest and smallest bottles must be safe. What and what.

"Drink, don't you want to stop Voldemort?" Duran's words made Harry determined. He believed that Duran would not harm him.

After drinking the potion, I felt nothing. The final experience was the courage to cross the wall of fire. Go, Harry ran into the flames without looking back, showing the courage of a Gryffindor lion.

The magic mirror at the end can reflect the person looking in the mirror’s innermost thoughts. But at this moment, in front of the huge wooden frame mirror was a person Harry had never expected. It was not Snape, but Quirrell, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a timid man who always smelled like garlic. .

"How could it be you?" Harry and his friends believed that the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Snape, Voldemort's lackey.

"Harry Potter!" Quirrell's tone was full of disgust, as if he had seen the most disgusting cockroach.

Harry held the wand in his hand carefully. In fact, he didn't know any attack spells, but he just thought it was safer to hold the wand.

Suddenly Quirrell's expression changed, from contempt to humiliation, and he muttered to himself. Harry was confused. Is there something wrong with this Quirrell?

After a while, Quirrell seemed to have received instructions. He suddenly became serious and took a few steps forward to carry Harry to the magic mirror: "Find the Sorcerer's Stone quickly."

He hasn't found the Philosopher's Stone yet? Harry didn't have any attacking spells at this time, so he was brought to the magic mirror without any resistance, and he saw his parents again. Harry had seen this magic mirror in a certain room before, but it was later removed by Dumbledore.

"Have you seen the Philosopher's Stone?" Quirrell asked fiercely.

Harry only saw his parents standing on either side of him, so he shook his head.

Quirrell was obviously impatient. He couldn't stand Harry's stupid head.

"Let me talk to him." Harry heard a third voice, it was neither him nor Rocky, it was another gloomy and scary man, and at the same time, the scar on his forehead was burning with pain.

"But Master, you are very weak now..." Quirrell said humbly.

"Don't resist me, Quirrell." The intensity of his tone made Quirrell dare not disobey. He took off the long turban on his head and turned around. There was a face on the back of his head.

Harry was startled. Monsters in horror stories were just like that. The face on the back of his head said, "Harry Potter."

Harry immediately knew who he was. He was Voldemort. He subconsciously grabbed his trouser pocket because when he looked in the mirror, he saw himself in the mirror putting a red stone into his trouser pocket, and now he I feel like there is something heavy in my trouser pocket, it must be the magic stone.

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone, I know you have it." Voldemort approached Harry sinisterly, as if he could see through Harry's heart and expose his lies.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you are not the most handsome man in the world." Just when Harry was suffering from the pain in his forehead and the fear in his heart, the magic mirror spoke.

Voldemort also didn't expect that the sunglasses might have a mechanism?

"The most handsome man in the world is Duran!"

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Duran? That Muggle who openly showed up at Hogwarts and lowered the standard of the entire magic school? Voldemort knew about him because he and Rocky had received psychological counseling from Duran. If it hadn't been for enduring the resurrection, he would have attacked Duran long ago. How can Muggles interfere in the wizarding world? This is absolutely not allowed.

"You are here to die, Mudblood." Voldemort roared in a low voice and cursed Duran, but he did not find Duran.

"In this era, only those who are handsome have human rights. Voldemort, the era when you were at the peak of your appearance has passed. Now is my era." Voices came from all directions.

Harry backed away quickly. He had no idea how Duran made the sound.

"Master, this mudblood is very strange." Quirrell reminded.

"Haha, I have known for a long time that you are possessed by Voldemort. Your psychological report has betrayed you. Poor Quirrell. In fact, your anti-Egyptian vampire garlic is just to cover up the rancid smell of Voldemort. Speaking of you It was because of Voldemort that you mutilated yourself to such an extent that your nose is probably gone."

"I am willing to sacrifice myself for my master." Quirrell said: "You mudblood, my master will cut you into pieces."

... Silence, Dulan's silence made the whole space become more and more strange, with only the sound of candlelight flickering.

Suddenly, before Quirrell and Voldemort could react, their arms flew up. The hand holding the wand rotated and swayed in the air, and the blood bloomed as brightly as petals scattered into the sky.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!" At some point, Duran was already standing in front of Voldemort.

Ahhh - Quirrell screamed, the pain still affecting his body.

"It seems that you are the one who will be cut into pieces. Let's get started." Duran cracked his knuckles and cracked his knuckles. Then he still had a sharp edge (Physics). He only had a knife with a hand. The sharp effect soon made Quirrell unable to move anymore.

Voldemort looked at Duran in surprise. He knew that Quirrell was useless. The incomplete soul left the back of his head and turned into black smoke and was about to rush towards the wall of fire.

"Avada Kedavra!" Duran launched an attack that could shatter the soul. Boom, even the flame light wave was shattered.

Voldemort realized that he had underestimated Duran too much. His soul was torn apart, and there was obviously no trace of magic. This pain is like experiencing death again.

It can only be said that Voldemort asked for it. By dividing his soul into several parts, wouldn't it just mean experiencing more deaths?

Ahhh - Voldemort did not expect that he would die in this place, and he roared unwillingly, but it was of no use. This broken soul was originally very weak, but now it was hit hard by Dulan's plan, and it immediately disappeared.

The world is finally clean.

Duran looked at Rocky, who was still alive, and put back his limbs: "Today is your lucky day. Congratulations on getting rid of Voldemort's control."

There was no response, because Voldemort had destroyed Rocky's brain when he left, and he became a happy idiot.

Looking at Harry again, he actually fainted. Apparently Voldemort's broken soul made him faint from pain. The poor child, it was almost a humanoid Voldemort approaching the siren.