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

"I saw this sentence, it suits you very well." Harry lowered his head, which Voldemort mistakenly thought was an expression of surrender.

Voldemort raised his lips. No one could refuse him. Look, didn't the savior that Dumbledore had high hopes for also submit to him?

"What?" He was in a good mood, so he was willing to listen to what his future loyal subordinate had to say.

Harry's hand gently stroked the necklace, he looked up, his face full of smiles. He grasped the enlarged wand before Voldemort could react.

"Lightning cutting!" The shining purple lightning turned into a crescent-shaped blade, and Voldemort's smug smile was still on his face.

Harry struggled to stand up with the help of his staff, and the piercing pain seemed to still linger in his body.

He watched Quirrell's body slowly break in two, and he knew what was next was the key. He gently tapped the ground with his wand, and a gorgeous magic circle rose from the ground, like a semicircular bowl, trapping Harry, Voldemort, and Quirrell's souls inside.

"What is this?! Harry Potter! Dumbledore! Snape! Malfoy!" Voldemort turned into black mist and tried to rush out but kept hitting a wall.

He roared at the figures that had emerged from the circle. There was also an old man he had never seen before, but Voldemort ignored him.

If he still doesn't know that he has been tricked, then just let someone else be the Dark Lord!

Lucius and Snape ignored their former master, who had lost his mind, and rushed to Harry. They had figured it out when Voldemort used Cruciatus. Draco's tool could only resist fatal spells and mental attacks, but not Cruciatus.

Harry refused treatment. All he could see was the palm-sized gray soul that was hiding behind Quirrell's body.

He walked impatiently and resolutely to Quirrell's soul, completely ignoring Voldemort's shouting.

His hand, covered in purple lightning, grabbed the gray soul body, and the smile on his face became brighter, as if he had grabbed some precious treasure.

Quirrell was completely unable to break free. The lightning in the savior's hand surrounded him densely. He let out a shrill scream. He felt that his soul was constantly cracking and would soon dissipate.

He stared in horror at the smile on his savior's face.

Such a smile should belong to those moments full of hope and vitality - appearing at the moment of winning the Quidditch match; appearing when laughing and playing with friends by the Black Lake; appearing in all scenes related to light and beauty.

However, at this moment, this smile appeared here at an inappropriate time, in this gloomy and terrifying secret room, and it was facing him, facing him, the follower of Voldemort!

Every bit of his soul was tense with extreme fear, and he felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, making it impossible to breathe.

He tried to decipher some information from that smile, but all he saw was endless indifference and mockery. That smile was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing the last line of defense in his heart and plunging him into the abyss of despair.

"Let me go! Please! I was just confused for a moment! Don't kill me! You've already killed me once. I can, I can tell you everything I know!"

Qi Luo's speech was confused. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want even his soul to die!

"Let you go? Do you know how to break the spell that Voldemort taught you?" The smile on Harry's face grew bigger and bigger, to the point of being twisted.

"There's no way to break the Sleeping Beauty curse, unless..." He slowly took out the half-finished potion with his free hand.

That was invented by Snape, specifically for the soul. He would make those in the soul state immersed in the pain of their souls being burned, unable to escape.

Harry poured the potion over Quirrell's soul, listening with satisfaction as the wailing grew increasingly terrifying. "Unless the caster of the spell completely disappears from body to soul. I suppose your good master didn't tell you that."

He watched as Quirrell's soul writhed and twisted in pain, twitching in pain as it touched the lightning in his hand, gradually becoming smaller and smaller.

"Just like that, welcome death in endless pain." Harry said softly.

He watched with satisfaction as Quirrell's soul dissipated bit by bit until it completely disappeared. Only then did he turn with a smile to look at Voldemort, who was stunned by Harry's crazy performance.

"Well, Mr. Voldemort, it's your turn." Harry was about to take action when he was stopped by Lucius.

Lucius placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked into his eyes. He saw the madness still lingering within him. He sighed softly inwardly. "Harry, that's enough. Leave the rest to us."

"It's okay, Lu..." Harry was interrupted by Lucius before he could finish his sentence.

"Harry! That's enough." Lucius raised his voice slightly. He looked at Harry, who seemed a little confused and overwhelmed.

"Xiaolong will wake up soon. Don't you want to see him?" Lucius knew exactly what to say.

"Right... I can't let the little dragon wait too long..." Harry muttered absentmindedly.

Before Lucius could treat him, Harry took out the teleportation gem that could take him back to Malfoy Manor and crushed it with force. The next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

Lucius was still frozen in the same position where he had just been pressing Harry's shoulders.

Snape had already taken out the crystal bottle he had prepared in advance. Voldemort's remaining spirit had tried every means to escape but had been unable to do so and had already calmed down.

Now, as he looked at the bottle taken out by the potion master who betrayed him, he actually felt a slight sense of crisis.

Before he could figure out a way to escape, a huge suction force came from the bottle mouth. He couldn't resist the attraction and was sucked into the bottle with a scream. "You two traitors! Wait until I get out! I will definitely..."

Snape had only read the instructions for use and subconsciously tightened the bottle before he came to his senses.

Isn't this bottle amazing? How did they make it? Is it only effective for the soul?

Lucius looked at the bottle that Narcissa had taken from Draco's cabinet after learning of their plan. Cissy always knew the effects of Xiaolong's alchemical products.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald also came over to watch. They saw a miniature version of Voldemort in the bottle, the black mist changing into various forms. There was no doubt that this thing must be swearing very badly.

"Voldemort can't run away. The most important thing now is to return to Malfoy Manor." Lucius looked at the two old men with disdain, motioned them to hold on to him, and then crushed a teleportation gem.

It feels like I've forgotten something, Dumbledore thought.

----------------------------------

"Wow, Harry is so great!" Draco sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaning against the pillows. He ate the small cake brought by the elf and listened with relish to Harry's narration of the abridged version of "The Brave Man and the Two-Face".

The adults were talking seriously on the other side, but Draco couldn't hear anything, probably due to a soundproofing spell. But he didn't care.

Harry gently wiped the cream from the corner of Draco's mouth with a handkerchief. Looking at Draco's bright smile, all the bad emotions in his heart disappeared.

"It's a pity I didn't see it. Harry must have been super handsome at that time." Draco said with regret.

[But I think I saw the world consciousness. It's not gray at all like 65 said. It can even change color. It's super awesome.]

Harry and Narcissa and others who were not far away paused. Those who knew the situation had a look of enlightenment on their faces. So that's how it was. They had always been puzzled as to how Quirrell's magic could possibly penetrate the protection of the little dragon.

The dragon wouldn't turn off his defenses for no reason. It seemed the world consciousness had intervened, and for some unknown reason, Draco's defenses had failed. So Quirrell's magic had worked and didn't.

The dragon fell into a deep sleep because of Quirrell's magic, but this would not harm him because Draco had the protection of the world.

It’s connected! It’s all connected!

But now they are more curious about why the world consciousness wants to see Xiaolong.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were simply shocked. What? World consciousness? They looked at the other three people's expressions of understanding, and they were really itching to know. I really want to know...

Narcissa thought about it and finally told Dumbledore and Grindelwald the whole story. This was both a deterrent and a sign of trust.

"I envy Harry's experience, but I'm not bad either. I even watched Draco with the world consciousness. The world thanked me."

His slightly proud expression was noticed by the others, who couldn't help but laugh. But Draco was fine. From Draco's words, it was clear that the world consciousness loved him, and the parents finally felt a little more at ease.

Draco leaned on Harry's legs, playing with his hand boredly.

Lucius, Narcissa and others moved to the study to discuss things. Snape also specifically told them to wait for him to come down and return to Hogwarts together.

It's almost dinner time and they haven't come down yet. Draco is getting a little bored.

"By the way, Harry, where are Hermione and the others?" Draco thought of several friends who completely disappeared in the second half of the story.

Harry was stunned, Dumbledore who was coming down the stairs also froze, and Snape's expression was a little unnatural.

I just said I forgot something! Dumbledore.