Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Thinking of this, Quirrell's eyes revealed a deep hatred.

"You're asking for it!" Quirrell raised his wand, ready to attack.

"Step back, Quirinas!"

Voldemort's voice rang out, and Quirrell shuddered, his face contorted in pain, clearly having been punished by Voldemort in some way.

Looking at Hermione, Voldemort slowly said, "Little girl, you have great talent. Why not follow me? Whatever your dream, I will help you achieve it."

Her voice carried a hint of seduction.

"Alright, alright, you're already like this, you should take care of yourself first." Hermione waved her hand. "Besides, I want the Philosopher's Stone, are you willing to give it to me?"

Voldemort's eyes darkened.

"Quirinus, kill her and get the Philosopher's Stone!" Seeing that his attempt to seduce her had failed, Voldemort acted immediately without hesitation.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Boom!

Quirrell's wand was pointed at Hermione, but was blocked by her Ironclad Charm.

Feeling the intensity of the Explosion Curse, Hermione shook her head.

Just as she had expected, Quirrell had been parasitized by Voldemort, who had drained most of his magic and life force to sustain his life. Quirrell's current strength was even less than that of a senior student at Hogwarts.

"If this is all you've got, then stay here today and don't leave."

One sentence instantly enraged Voldemort.

He, who has instilled fear in the wizarding world for so many years, is actually looked down upon by a twelve-year-old girl?

The next moment, Quirrell's expression contorted, and he let out a painful scream.

"Master, no, no, I'm loyal to you... Ahhhhhh!"

After a bloodcurdling scream, Quirrell fell completely silent.

Voldemort's face, which was originally on the back of his head, gradually moved to the front, covering Quirrell's original face.

Frog Fun, it even has a nose!

"Is this how you treat your loyal servant?" Hermione asked, tilting her head.

"It is his honor to be able to dedicate himself to me," Voldemort said coldly.

He did this out of desperation. Who knows how this girl could possess such a high level of magic at such a young age? From their exchange just now, he could tell that in Quirrell's current state, he was no match for her.

However, if we miss tonight, we may never have another chance to get the magic stone.

Therefore, the only option was to sacrifice Quirrell, extracting his remaining life and magic to temporarily restore himself to the level of a normal wizard.

Voldemort extended his wand. "Now, I'll give you one more chance: pledge allegiance to me, or else..."

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Without saying a word, Hermione immediately unleashed a blast spell.

After the explosion, Quirrell stood there, protected by the Ironclad Charm, completely unharmed.

Hermione knew that Voldemort was different from Quirrell at this time, and would not be so easy to deal with.

Although she was confident she could stall until the other party couldn't hold out any longer, or simply grab the Philosopher's Stone and run back to Marvel, she decided to just kill the other party outright.

"Avada Kedavra..." Voldemort raised his wand and unleashed a classic basic attack.

"Leviosa!"

Hermione beat her to it.

She actually used the Levitation Charm to grab Harry's clothes and throw him directly onto Voldemort!

"Ha-ye charge!"

We've raised Harry for a thousand days, but we'll use him for one. Harry, go for it!

Voldemort was about to push him away when, in the next second, he felt a burning sensation that went deep into his bones!

"Ah...ah...what is this, what is this!!!"

In that instant, he seemed to experience again the feeling of the Killing Curse being reflected back and hitting him.

"Do not!!!"

Amidst agonizing screams, the body gradually turned to ashes, starting from the point of contact.

A wisp of mist emerged from the ashes, and Voldemort once again demonstrated his astonishing ability to escape.

Before leaving, he left behind a gaze filled with hatred.

Even in this gloomy evening, she still dares to glare at me? Hermione wasn't intimidated at all and glared back.

Go back and honestly analyze how you lost!

As long as the Horcrux remains, the old soldier will not die; she did not try to stop it, nor could she.

Hermione stepped forward, about to pick up the Philosopher's Stone, when she suddenly stopped.

Ancient Magic

Ancient Magic: Sacrifice Lv1

[Sacrifice your life to generate a magical protective effect against a specific source. During this time, you are immune to any damage from the source. However, touching the specific source will cause a severe backlash. The strength and duration of the effect vary from person to person.]

Chapter 47 The Magic Stone is Obtained

What the hell!

Gold coins exploded!

Ancient magic!

Unexpectedly, after searching for ancient magic for a whole semester, she found a clue here by chance and successfully added one to her collection!

Sacrifice… Hermione looked at the description in the spellbook and guessed the gist of it.

She knew that Harry possessed the magic of his mother Lily called "love," which Voldemort himself was unaware of, which gave her absolute confidence in sending Voldemort away on the spot.

Under the magical blessing of "love," before Harry came of age, any harm from Voldemort could not kill Harry; instead, it would cause Voldemort to suffer a severe backlash.

Purely against the Noble Phantasm.

However, it really is ancient magic... Hermione thought to herself.

Hermione had long suspected the existence of the magic of "love".

Dumbledore told Harry that this was a spell called "love," but it was just to make Harry understand and to soothe his emotions; in reality, it was a kind of ancient magic.

On the night Voldemort came to kill Harry, the strong emotion of protecting Harry triggered the "Sacrifice" spell, which caused the Killing Curse to be deflected.

Hermione was certain that Lily must have been exposed to ancient magic in her early years; otherwise, in this world, there has never been a shortage of people willing to sacrifice for love, yet they have never been seen to trigger any protection from "love."

The magic's effect... it had absolutely no effect on her!

Only a fool would willingly use this thing!

What she wants is ancient magic, not death magic!

But in any case, today was a good start.

After glancing at the unconscious Harry, Hermione stepped forward and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

As expected, the magic book reacted again.

【Wonderful Object】

[Sorcerer's Stone: Alchemical Substance]

[Function: Through alchemy, it can create elixirs of immortality and transform any metal into pure gold, which can be used to replace most alchemical materials.]

Needless to say, the elixir of immortality is something Nicolas Flamel used to live to this day, and he is already several hundred years old.

It's just longevity, not immortality, and there's no "all four eggs are afraid of me." Look how old Nicolas Flamel is now.

For Hermione at this stage, it's far from being needed.

As for turning it into pure gold, it has no significant effect other than causing the price of gold to plummet.

Are you suggesting she turn Captain America's vibranium shield into a pure gold shield?

To Hermione's delight, the third function was the replacement of alchemical materials.

The Philosopher's Stone is a versatile substance that can be used in alchemy to replace almost any material.

For example, Hermione now knows how to make the Invisibility Cloak, but she doesn't have the necessary materials and can only look at the book with envy.

With the magic stone, she could directly use it to replace some extremely crucial or rare materials. Although it would consume a small portion of the magic stone's energy, it greatly facilitated the final output, freeing her from worrying about materials.

This thing is practically made for alchemists!

No wonder Nicolas Flamel became the greatest alchemist after creating this thing. Although his own talent was indispensable, the assistance of the Philosopher's Stone was even more crucial.

Just as she put the magic stone into the book and was about to leave, a familiar voice came from the side.

"Good evening, Miss Granger."