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Voldemort or Quirrell was lying on the ground and groaning, some scarlet blood flowing from his body, spreading to the ground, and leaking into the cracks of the slabs.

His wand also flew to the side and was stepped on by David.

The unicorn stood in the distance, and a drop of blood flowed from its horns, passed through the white hair, dripped onto the ground, and splashed around.

"How? Do you have anything else to say?" David said coldly.

"If it weren't for this body to be too weak, do you think you are my opponent? I had torn you to pieces a long time ago!" Voldemort was angry.

Quirrell lay on the ground, Voldemort's face facing the ceiling.

At this moment, he was trying his best to lift up, wanting to see David's face, but Quirrell's already weak body had just been hit, and now it's hard to move it.

David groaned: "Wait until you have a body to say these things? Parasites?"

Voldemort let out another roar.

"Actually, if you don't kill the unicorn, I don't have so much thought to deal with you." David said: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. You let me understand the importance of power!"

David controlled the unicorn and walked to Voldemort's side and gave it a heavy kick.

Quirrell let out a howl of pain, and Voldemort gritted his teeth and stared at the rocky ceiling.

"David, did you defeat Voldemort?" Harry, who was covered in dust, walked up to David and said in disbelief.

David put down the wand that was about to kill Voldemort, and said to Harry: "It's just that he is too weak now. I am no match for Voldemort in his heyday."

David was self-aware, not complacent because he defeated a weakened Voldemort.

"But he is also Voldemort!" Harry looked at Quirrell's body and Voldemort's face twitching on the ground in amazement.

When Voldemort heard David and Harry's words, a trace of triumph flashed across his face, and he was about to speak.

David glanced, and commanded the unicorn to give him another kick, interrupting what he wanted to say.

"I understand, you want to admit defeat, but I don't want to give you this opportunity." David said, looking down at him.

Voldemort's red eyes immediately went wide, and a terrifying light appeared.

And David actually saw his nostrils without squinting.

In extreme anger, Voldemort's slender nostrils widened a lot.

It's a pity that there are only nostrils, but no nose!

Extreme anger can't make people grow a nose, just like mathematics, no way is no way!

David pointed his wand to Voldemort's face: "Goodbye, Voldemort."

Voldemort stared at David sullenly for a while, then suddenly he quacked and laughed, his duckling echoed throughout the room.

David's scalp suddenly numb, he noticed a hint of danger, and quickly took Harry back.

"No, no, master, don't do this!" Quirrell suddenly shouted in horror.

"Next time I meet, I will definitely kill you." Voldemort twisted on the back of Quirrell's head, watching his posture, he wanted to get out of Quirrell's body.

"Master, please, don't do this, or I will die." Tears flowed from the corner of Qiluo's eyes, and his body was gradually withering, as if he was being drawn blood from his body.

"You trash, if it weren't for you, I would suffer these humiliations." Voldemort said in a deep voice, his face protruding more than half of the back of Quirrell's head.

"You didn't say that, you didn't...so... told me." Quirrell's voice became smaller and smaller, until it disappeared, and his body stopped struggling.

Voldemort's face rushed out of Quirrell's body and turned into a black mist in the air.

"You two deserve to die. If it wasn't for you, I would have succeeded." The black mist surged for a while, forming Voldemort's face, and he swept around David and Harry with his dark eyes.

"I'm going to kill you two sooner or later!" Voldemort finished, and his face led the black mist toward David.

There was a thought in David's mind, it must not be a good thing to be rushed by him.

David reflexively hid next to him.

But Harry was stunned, his mouth was open and his face was full of pain.

"Harry!" David yelled and rushed back.

David's speed was still not as fast as the flying Voldemort, and only after Voldemort rushed through Harry's body did David barely arrive.

Harry suddenly lost the look in his eyes, and slowly fell on his back.

David hurriedly reached out and caught him.

Voldemort roared angrily all the way, through the black flames, and flew out.

After a while, the black flames near the exit disappeared, and footsteps were heard.

The first thing that came in was a wrinkled hand holding a magic wand, and then the man stepped in completely from the door frame.

"Professor!" David yelled, raising his head.

"Sorry, I couldn't keep him," Dumbledore said, but there was no trace of apology on his face.

"You haven't thought of keeping him from the beginning?" David gave him a blank look.

If Dumbledore really wanted to keep Voldemort, and had been preparing for so long, how could he let him go.

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

"Harry is okay? He seemed to be hit by a petrification curse at the end, and let Voldemort rush through his body motionlessly." David asked.

Harry lay in David's arms, breathing fairly smoothly, but the look of horror on his face had not disappeared.

So David is not particularly worried.

"You don't understand?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

David froze for a moment and said, "Is this mentioned in class?"

"I'll explain it to you later." Dumbledore said, crouching down and watching Harry.

"Can't it work now?" David asked.

"If you want to hear me panic, you can." Dumbledore paused after speaking, then continued. "David, if you don't come, can Harry deal with Voldemort alone?"

David saw the situation of Harry being hung in the air by Voldemort, and said, "I can't think of it, he hasn't even escaped Voldemort's first spell."

After Dumbledore heard David's words, a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

His mouth moved, but David didn't hear what he was talking about.

"What did you say?" David said, looking at Dumbledore.

David's voice pulled Dumbledore from his thoughts.

He said calmly: "Nothing, a little thing."

David raised his eyebrows slightly: "Professor, this is Harry's first fight. It's normal to be abnormal."

"Of course." There was a smile on Dumbledore's face. "Well, let's go back. I think Harry needs Madam Pomfrey more now."

"Oh, and this one." Dumbledore took Harry, and as soon as he stood up holding him, he saw Quirrell on the ground.

Voldemort had drained his vitality completely, and Quirrell turned into a pile of dry powder.

There was a trace of regret in Dumbledore's eyes.

"He is also my student, a gifted child, but I failed to lead him well and set him on a path of no return." Dumbledore said regretfully.

David patted Dumbledore on the arm and said nothing.

Dumbledore sighed, "Can you hold Harry in a hug?"

David nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to take Harry.

Dumbledore took out his wand, and with a movement of his wrist, the stone slab on which Quirrell was lying floated, widened, lengthened, and closed outward, turning into a sarcophagus.

Then the ground loosened, splitting from both sides, forming a crack, and Dumbledore commanded the sarcophagus to fall.

Then the ground closed and returned to its original state.

"Let's go," Dumbledore said softly, hugging Harry.

"By the way, how did Harry get the Philosopher's Stone?" David asked curiously, walking behind Dumbledore.

"Oh, that's a little understanding between me and Harry." Dumbledore said slyly.

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