After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Harry and Hermione knew the entire process, so they came to the potion level smoothly and easily. They knew that only Harry could enter here, as Professor Snape had already given Harry the potion. The potion here was full of poisons.

Hermione had originally proposed in the headmaster's office that they go in together, but Dumbledore rejected it.

"I understand your determination to protect your friends, but do you really know what kind of person you're facing?" He looked at the children sternly, "That's not a professor from school. He might take action and kill you before you even have time to react!"

"Harry is ready to kill Quirrell. He's determined and won't waver." He sighed. "What about you? Are you really ready to face Voldemort head-on, or even... bear the sin of killing a human being?"

Dumbledore's eyes slowly swept over Hermione, Ron and Neville, with a complex light in his eyes. He had allowed these children to go on adventures because he knew clearly that each of them carried the defensive props given by Draco.

Moreover, in his opinion, Quirrell was not the kind of person who had to be killed. After all, keeping him alive would be more conducive to obtaining useful information from him.

However, things developed beyond Dumbledore's expectations. Now, Quirrell could no longer survive, and he had to die, even if it was just for Draco.

Faced with this reality, the children seemed somewhat bewildered. They did not seem to truly realize what the future they had heard meant, but instead regarded it as a game, with Voldemort as the ultimate boss.

Looking at the silent Hermione and the others, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel worried. Were these children truly prepared to face death? Did they understand the cruelty and severity of battle?

It wasn't one of those turn-based duel games where students fought each other, but one where you tried your best to kill your opponent at any moment when he was careless!

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Harry and Voldemort stared at each other. He didn't speak. He had cast a detection spell on himself before entering. He knew Uncle Lucius and his godfather were nearby. He paid no attention, only looking more closely in Quirrell's direction. Two lights, one black and one yellow, existed simultaneously within Quirrell's body, the yellow light being noticeably dimmer.

But he doesn't just want bleakness...

Voldemort actually felt a little awkward when no one responded.

What's going on? Has he lost all his intimidation? He's seen this face before, and honestly, he thinks it's quite pretty, but this incompetent subordinate is terrified.

He even began to admire this savior. Not bad, much better than his worthless subordinate. "Very good, I admire you. The great Dark Lord is willing to give you the opportunity to serve me, as long as you..." Get the Philosopher's Stone for me...

Before he could finish, a green light came towards him, and Voldemort's eyes almost opened twice as wide. In the green light, he saw Harry's calm, almost eerie face and the white ball in his hand that fell to the ground and merged silently.

Curious, Luo kept observing behind him with his peripheral vision. He quickly dodged, his forehead covered in sweat. He almost died!

What's going on? Is this the savior? Why did he just raise his hand and unleash Avada Kedavra without saying a word? It's obvious this wasn't taught by Dumbledore... Did Malfoy even teach this?

Harry didn't think he could kill both Quirrell and Voldemort with a single blow. Quirrell might be useless, but Voldemort certainly wasn't.

Voldemort was enraged. He had only defeated him once by chance. Did he really think he could kill the great Dark Lord?!

"Harry Potter! Do you think I won't kill you?" Voldemort's face was gloomy, although it was hard to tell from his dead face.

Harry seemed oblivious to Voldemort's words. He simply raised his hand calmly, and unleashed another Avatar, aimed directly at Voldemort. This time, however, Voldemort was prepared. He controlled Quirrell's body, dodging nimbly while still spouting trash talk.

Harry knew that villains often fall to those who talk too much and strike first, so he didn't hesitate to repeatedly cast his Avatar to test Voldemort. He completely ignored Voldemort's shouting and provocations, focusing his full attention on the battle. At this moment, the entire space was almost filled with a suffocating green light.

The four people watching the fight had different expressions, but they all looked very solemn.

Dumbledore was worried. He was afraid that the hatred in Harry's heart would gradually erode his mind. After all, excessive use of dark magic might distort a person's soul. However, Lucius and Snape had no such concerns. They knew their own business and were simply afraid that Harry would be hurt.

As for Grindelwald... Grindelwald didn't want to say anything more at this time, because at this moment, he actually found it difficult to tell whether the person in front of him was the savior or the Dark Lord.

"Are you angry?" Voldemort was a little surprised. He had expected Harry to lose control of his emotions, but the boy was surprisingly calm, not even reacting in the slightest. Could it be that... Voldemort suddenly realized something, and his mind, which had not been moving for a long time, began to work rapidly, like a rusty machine coming to life again.

He soon figured out the key to this, and a smile filled with malice and contempt gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. "For that little Malfoy?" he said softly, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone. He keenly caught Harry's momentary pause and became more and more proud.

Voldemort's laughter grew more frantic, echoing throughout the room with a chilling intensity. He thoroughly savored the feeling of victory at this moment, for he knew he had struck the most vulnerable spot in Harry's heart.

However, Harry was not angered by Voldemort's ridicule as Voldemort had expected. He just stopped what he was doing and stood there quietly, staring at Voldemort firmly, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

"Do you care about that little Malfoy?" Voldemort's voice sounded in the darkness, with a creepy calmness. He slowly approached Harry, his footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible, but every step seemed to step on Harry's heart.

"That's right. People in the Malfoy family always have deceptive faces." Voldemort's eyes swept over Harry. His eyes were like a poisoned blade, which made Harry feel a chill running down his spine.

"I guess our little Draco is sleeping there now and will never wake up...Hahaha!" Voldemort suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed throughout the room, making people shudder.

Voldemort stopped laughing. He stared at Harry's wand-hand, his eyes flashing with malice. "You poor boy, don't you understand your situation? Do you think you can resist me?"

Voldemort sneered, "Let me see how capable you are..."

"Avada..." "Crucio!"

Harry was struck back with such force that his wand fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and glared at Voldemort with hatred. "You are not allowed to mention Draco's name. You are not worthy!" He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the pain.

"What a touching friendship!" Voldemort sighed softly, his scarlet eyes fixed on Harry, revealing a subtle admiration. "I truly admire you. If you're willing to follow me, I will tell you without reservation how to save Draco. What do you think? Is this condition tempting enough?"

Harry just looked at Voldemort with hatred without saying a word.

Voldemort didn't seem to care about Harry's silent rejection. On the contrary, he admired this savior who had suffered the Cruciatus Curse but was still able to look at him and talk to him bravely.

"Originally, I intended to kill Draco Malfoy," Voldemort muttered to himself, "but my loyal men seem to have misunderstood my intentions. But it doesn't matter. As long as you surrender to me, I can still show mercy and let him go."

At this moment, Voldemort seemed to have become mute, speaking his mind incessantly. "Draco Malfoy, he's such a kind and innocent boy! He's friendly to his classmates and respectful to his teachers. He doesn't seem like a Malfoy at all." Voldemort's lips curled up slightly, revealing an elusive smile.

In his opinion, Harry no longer had any room for resistance. After all, in front of such a powerful Dark Lord, who could truly withstand his majesty and magic?

Voldemort was confident that Harry would eventually choose to compromise and become his follower.

"I know you have the protective magic of this school. I'm so jealous. We didn't have this back then. If it weren't for the troll incident that allowed my loyal subordinates to discover the clues, I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to break this protective magic." He took out a black stone, which was a magic-breaking stone.

"This magic-breaking stone can weaken the effects of protective magic, but it is expensive and scarce. Only ancient and pure-blood families have some in their collection. So, when my subordinate saw Draco Malfoy alone, he seized the opportunity and successfully cursed him."

He looked at Harry and stared at him closely. "Look, isn't this God helping me?"