Let Him See What He's Fighting For
Wizet's vision blurred, and she found herself in a room that was almost as dilapidated as the street, with countless shards of broken glass and a few melted candies scattered around.
A handsome young man looked down at the blood-soaked child, uttering rude and indistinct sounds.
"You're a complete waste! How can you do nothing right? That woman ran away, why didn't you stop her? Huh? Damn it! Damn it!"
The child, covered in blood, trembled and wept continuously, yet dared not resist.
Wizet strode forward, but passed right through the young faces and the blood-soaked children.
The young face turned to look at him, a cruel smile on his face. "Wizet, it's no use... he can't hear you!"
"This is Quirinus's past! He was abandoned by both his parents in just one night. Can you understand that feeling?"
Wizet gritted his teeth, looking at the mess on the ground, and suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had told him:
"When he's stuck in the past and can't get out of it, you have to let Quirrell see the beauty of the present... see what he's striving for, what he's persevering for!"
Wizet spread out her hands, and a golden light appeared in them, transforming her emotions into a piece of candy, a Chocolate Frog that exuded a sweet aroma.
The Chocolate Frog hopped towards the child, attracting the child's attention, and the room seemed to shake.
"It works!" Wizet was thrilled and continued to use this method to create even more Chocolate Frog.
Driven by curiosity, the child finally grabbed a Chocolate Frog and tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth.
His eyes lit up, and the bloodstains on his body gradually disappeared, transforming into a black wizard's robe.
The young man's eyes widened. "What did you do to him?"
Wizet smiled. "I showed Professor Quirrell what's good now. See! He's different from you! You're fixated on Headmaster Dumbledore, but Professor Quirrell isn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, the child in the wizard's robe stood up, rushed towards the young face, and headbutted him, slamming him against the wall!
Rumble...
The room in front of them suddenly shattered, and a magnificent castle stood before them— Hogwarts Castle.
In front of Hogwarts Castle stood a large circle of people, surrounding two students in the center, their faces contorted with malice.
It was still that incredibly handsome young face; he still looked down at the bleeding child, his foot pressing down on the chest.
"What's wrong? Why are you so weak? Don't you spend all your time reading books? Where did you learn all your magic? Show me how you cast it!"
Wizet spread her hands, and the golden light in her hands transformed into a notebook, which was a notebook from Quirrell's private lessons.
The notebook was split in half, like a soaring seagull plunging into the bloodied chest of a child.
The child picked up the notebook, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly swung his wand, unleashing a gust of wind that sent the young face flying into the air!
Hogwarts Castle vanished in a flash, and the greenery on the lawn grew and expanded, transforming into a dark forest in the blink of an eye.
It was still that blood-soaked child, kneeling before a snake, murmuring barely audible words.
It was still that incredibly handsome young face; he nodded repeatedly, "Yes! That's right! I will help you get everything! I will open up everything you have..."
Wizet opened his palm again, revealing a wand— Professor Quirrell's wand.
He hurled his wand, and the bloodied child reached out and grabbed it, a strange glint in his eyes. "Voldemort! I will not yield to you! Oppugno!"
With that, he waved his magic wand, conjuring a string of firebirds that set the young face and the dark forest ablaze.
The young face began to change, sometimes resembling Wizet, and sometimes reverting to Voldemort's snake face.
Voldemort retreated continuously, gradually losing his human form and transforming into a cloud of black and gold mist, returning to the Soul Maze.
A bright, flawless white light, mixed with gold, shifted and transformed into the shape of Wizet. "Voldemort! It's time to settle this!"
As a witness, he watched Voldemort manipulate Quirrell's memories, digging out the most painful parts to accelerate the process of devouring him.
Facing all of this filled Wizet with unspeakable rage. He didn't want to say anything more to Voldemort; his mind was filled with only one thing he wanted to do: to completely eliminate Voldemort!
As if responding to his thoughts, the book "The Wizard Combat Guide" suddenly appeared, its pages turning back and forth, and countless Ancient Magic Power overflowing and attaching themselves to the labyrinth.
The entire labyrinth, empowered by Ancient Magic Power, trembled violently, as if it had been enlightened and could respond to Wizet's thoughts.
The trembling labyrinth began to collapse, yet it also began to be constantly rebuilt and reshaped, transforming into a Winky suit of armor.
The Goddess Statue in the center of the maze seemed to come alive; she absorbed the golden light emanating from Wizet, the golden light from the bottle of Christmas present.
The Goddess Statue gently flicked the moon in her hand, and the moon rose up, transforming into the breastplate in the center of the Heart Protector Mirror.
Wizet sensed the call from the armor and immediately entered the Heart Protector Mirror.
The entire armor was enveloped and filled with silver-blue light, transforming into a colossal Armor Giant that uttered Wizet's voice. "Voldemort! Let's settle this!"
Before Voldemort could respond, the Armor Giant had already moved, making a thunderous roar as he punched Voldemort repeatedly.
Voldemort was like molten iron on a felt mat, with golden and black sparks flying everywhere, and his size was constantly shrinking.
At first, he could still make some sounds, but as the Black Mist shrank, the sounds became weaker and weaker...
The light containing Dumbledore's will arrived last, and he looked at everything before him in astonishment.
Watching the Armor Giant swing his fist, constantly unleashing bright silver-blue light, gradually eroding Voldemort.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he murmured, "Ancient Magic Power... So Wizet is the current Guardian! No wonder he can wield the Magic Eye! No wonder his talent is so astonishing!"
Accompanied by a phoenix cry that delighted even the soul, Wizet slowly opened her eyes.
He was indeed very pleased with himself, the feeling of grinding Voldemort down with each punch was making him a little giddy.
In the process of defeating Voldemort, he absorbed a few bits of knowledge.
This knowledge is extremely crucial, concerning Voldemort's understanding of the soul and the body.
Even if Wizet still cannot master this knowledge, she can store it up and try to understand it slowly.
Having resolved the Voldemort crisis, he had much more time and could live and study in an orderly manner.
Having figured this out, Wizet snapped out of her daze and quickly helped Quirrell, who was struggling to his feet, to his feet, asking with concern, "Professor Quirrell, are you alright?"