The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

"Let's start the last unfinished duel, here you have nowhere to run."

"It will be you who die here!" The latter replied, but his face was obviously not very good-looking.

The space here is too narrow, the two sides can only fight hard, there is no room for maneuver.

In this case, his weak magic power is at a great disadvantage.

However, he had to bite the bullet.

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Regardless of the magic showdown on this side, on the other side, the little wizards searched the entire room, but found nothing.

"There are no Sorcerer's Stone everywhere." Ron grumbled, "Did you say he made a mistake? Will the Sorcerer's Stone be on Professor Quirrell?"

"Never possible!" Hermione categorically denied: "When we came in, Professor Quirrell was obviously looking for the Sorcerer's Stone, otherwise he should have found the opportunity to leave."

"You sound pretty good, but where is the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron retorted tit-for-tatly.

Although they didn't become friends, or even were assigned to an academy, Hermione and Ron still quarreled so easily. The disagreement was natural, and the ghost knew how they became a couple in the original book.

But at this moment, Harry didn't have the energy to listen to their quarrel, his attention was focused on the mirror in front of him.

It was the Mirror of Eris. He had seen it in the restricted area of ​​the library, during the Christmas holidays.

He still remembers that the magic mirror can show the greatest desire in people's hearts. At that time, he also saw the dead parents and relatives through the magic mirror.

Harry looked at the magic mirror.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone in his pocket again.

At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket.

It was incredible—he actually got the Sorcerer's Stone in this way.

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After Harry got the Philosopher's Stone, he immediately greeted the little wizards to leave the room.

They could see the constant shaking of the stone wall in front of them, as well as the various explosions from that side, all of which told them how fierce the battle between Ye Ting and Professor Qiluo was.

Harry hopes to leave here soon, he is not sure whether Ye Ting can defeat Professor Quirrell.

In their opinion, although Ye Ting is very strong, he is just a little wizard, and will not be Professor Quill's opponent-although Ye Ting has a record of defeating the fire dragon and saving the unicorn.

They felt that if they could leave here quickly and call the professors, they might be able to help Ye Ting.

However, when they ran to the door, the wall created by Ye Ting's transformation technique burst into cracks.

The violent explosion shook them to the ground.

As the smoke and dust continued to dissipate, the two confronting figures gradually became clearly visible. Although the clothes of the shorter one were a bit messy, it was still a calm posture on the whole. This was their friend, Ye Ting.

And his opponent, Professor Quirrell, was much more embarrassed.

His clothes were torn and torn, there were several spots of scorching black all over his body, and his left hand was twisted unnaturally, and it should have been broken.

Although it was quite miserable, he still clenched his teeth and cast a sulking look at Ye Ting.

At this moment, he saw the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand.

"Give it to me!" He screamed sternly: "Give me what is in your hand!"

Harry was very nervous when he was watched by Professor Quirrell.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He put his hands behind his back and denied it.

At this time, a sharp voice spoke, and the voice was completely different from Professor Quirrell himself.

"Let me talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!" Professor Quirrell said nervously.

"This little strength...I still have..."

This weird scene stunned the little wizards, they watched Quirrell lift up his hand to remove the scarf on his head.

How is this going?

The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked strangely small. Then, he slowly turned around on the spot.

Harry wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

There was a face that was supposed to be the back of Quirrell's head, and Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The color of the face was as dead white as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Harry Potter..." he whispered.

Harry wanted to step back, but his legs didn't listen.

Suddenly, a hand firmly supported him.

Ye Ting walked from behind him and explained, "This is Voldemort now. Since he was killed by you, he has been in this half-dead state. He must be parasitic on someone else's body. It's disgusting, right? Of course. There are even more disgusting. Sometimes, because he can't find a suitable parasite, he has to parasitize the animal."

This made Harry a cold war.

That face spoke to Harry: "Look at what I have become! Only shadow and steam are left... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... But there are always people willing to let me Enter their hearts and minds... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate my own body... well... why don't you give me the magic stone in your hand?"

As he spoke, he moved in Harry's direction, and in the end he basically swooped out.

"Run, Harry, run to the door." Ye Ting pushed Harry away and cast an obstacle curse on Voldemort, but the opponent suddenly turned into black smoke and rose into the air, bypassing the obstacle.

Immediately afterwards, he sprayed a black violent fire on Ye Ting and forced Ye Ting back.

Taking advantage of this time, the little wizards ran away scattered around, and Ye Ting waved his magic wand and shot several red lights in succession to cover them.

But he missed Harry Potter intentionally or unintentionally.

Voldemort saw the flaw, so he turned into thick black smoke again and came to Harry's side.

"I caught you!" He pointed his wand at Harry and laughed wildly: "Now you are in my hands!"

Pointed at by Voldemort's wand, Harry felt as if he was entangled in a devil's net, unable to move at all.

At this moment, even Ye Ting was throwing a rat-in-the-mouse, and he could only threatenly point at Voldemort with his wand.

The scene suddenly froze.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort said fiercely, "I have always admired courage...Yes, my child, your parents were very brave back then... I will kill your father first. He would rather die than surrender and follow me bravely. I wrestle...your mother actually doesn't have to die...she is desperately trying to protect you...well, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you."