Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 110 The Clown Only Has Quirrell
Voldemort or Quirrell lay moaning on the ground, some scarlet blood flowed from his body, spread on the ground, and seeped into the cracks in the stone slabs.

His wand also flew aside, and David stepped on it.

The unicorn stood in the distance, drops of blood flowed from its horns, passed through the white hair, dripped on the ground, and splashed in all directions.

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

"If this body is not too weak, you think you are my opponent? I would have torn you to pieces!" Voldemort was furious.

Quirrell lay on his stomach, Voldemort's face turned toward the ceiling.

At this time, he was trying his best to raise his body, wanting to see David's face, but it was difficult for Quirrell's already weak body to move after the impact just now.

David snorted: "Will you say these things after you have a body? Parasite?"

Voldemort let out another roar.

"Actually, if you don't kill the unicorn, I don't have that much thought to deal with you." David said: "Speaking of it, I have to thank you, it is you who made me understand the importance of strength!"

David controlled the unicorn to walk to Voldemort's side and gave it a hard kick.

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

"David, you defeated Voldemort?" the dusty Harry 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 still had self-knowledge, and he didn't feel complacent just because he defeated an extremely weakened Voldemort.

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

When Voldemort heard David and Harry's words, a smug flash appeared on his face, and he was just about to speak.

David rolled his eyes, commanded the unicorn to kick him again, interrupting what he was about to say.

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

Voldemort's red eyes immediately widened, emitting a frightening light.

And David actually saw his nostrils without squinting.

Under extreme rage, Voldemort's slender nostrils widened quite a bit.

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

Extreme anger doesn't make people grow noses, just like mathematics, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work!

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

Voldemort stared bleakly at David for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, his ducking sound echoing throughout the room.

David's scalp went numb suddenly, sensing a hint of danger, he quickly pulled Harry back a step.

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

"Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you." Voldemort twisted on the back of Quirrell's head, looking at 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 corners of Quirrell's eyes, his body was gradually withering, as if his blood was being drawn from his body.

"You trash, if it weren't for you, I would have suffered such humiliation." Voldemort said in a deep voice, his face had already protruded most of the back of Quirrell's head.

"That's not what you said, that's not what you told me before." Quirrell's voice became smaller and smaller until it disappeared, and at the same time his body stopped struggling.

Voldemort's face burst out of Quirrell's body, turning into a cloud of black mist in the air.

"Damn both of you. If it weren't for you, I would have succeeded." The black mist surged for a while, forming Voldemort's face, and he swept David and Harry back and forth with his black eyes.

"I'm going to kill you two sooner or later!" After Voldemort finished speaking, his face led the cloud of black mist towards David.

A thought came to David's mind, it must not be a good thing to be rushed by him.

David immediately hid aside reflexively.

But Harry froze, his mouth open, his face full of pain.

"Harry!" David yelled and rushed back.

David's speed was still not as fast as Voldemort's in flight. After Voldemort rushed through Harry's body, David managed to catch up.

Harry's eyes suddenly lost their luster, and he slowly fell on his back.

David quickly reached out to catch him.

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

After a while, the black flame near the exit disappeared, and there were footsteps.

It was a wrinkled hand holding a wand that came in first, and then the man stepped through the door frame completely.

"Professor!" David called up.

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

"You never thought of keeping him from the very beginning, did you?" 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, but said nothing.

"Is Harry okay? He seemed to be petrified at the end, and he was motionless as Voldemort rushed through his body." David asked.

Harry was lying in David's arms, breathing fairly steadily, but the frightened look on his face hadn't dissipated.

So David is not particularly worried.

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

David was taken aback, and said, "Could it be that this was mentioned in class?"

"I'll explain it to you later." Dumbledore knelt down and observed Harry.

"Not now?" David asked.

"If you want to hear what I'm talking about, that's fine." Dumbledore paused, then continued. "David, if you don't come, can Harry deal with Voldemort alone?"

The scene of Harry being hung in the air by Voldemort emerged in David's mind, and he said, "I don't think so, he didn't even escape Voldemort's first curse."

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

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

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

Davy's voice pulled Dumbledore out of his thoughts.

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

David raised his eyebrows lightly: "Professor, this is Harry's first battle, and it's normal for something to go wrong."

"Of course." A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face. "Okay, 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 in his arms, he saw Quirrell on the ground.

Voldemort had completely drained his life force, and Quirrell was reduced to a 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 let him go on a road of no return." Dumbledore said regretfully.

David patted Dumbledore's arm without speaking.

Dumbledore sighed: "Can you give Harry a hug?"

David nodded and took Harry.

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

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

Then the ground closed and returned to its original shape.

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

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

"Oh, that was a little tacit understanding between me and Harry." Dumbledore said slyly.

(End of this chapter)