No sooner had the question arisen in Voldemort's mind than he heard the sound of something slicing through the air beside him. A golden spear shot straight at him...
He made a snap decision. Black Mist shrouded his body, and he instantly broke free of the chains, flying into the air to evade the incoming golden spear.
Once airborne, he immediately locked onto his attacker and discovered that it was Quirinus Quirrell.
Quirrell did not dodge in the slightest. He met Voldemort's gaze with a fierce look in his eyes as he brought his hands together before his chest.
A burst of red light radiated from his chest, while two enormous hands appeared on either side of Voldemort and slammed together toward him.
Alchemy!
Realizing something, Voldemort slashed his Wand through the air. The two enormous hands were immediately split in half by invisible blades, turning into specks of golden light that swiftly dispersed into the air.
He realized that the magic Quirrell was using was, in essence, Alchemy.
It brought old memories flashing through his mind. Back then, he had tried to use Quirrell to seize the Philosopher's Stone. In the end, Quirrell had been saved by Dumbledore, and the method of saving him seemed to have been... embedding the Philosopher's Stone into Quirrell's chest.
Clearly, Quirrell was using the Philosopher's Stone, the ultimate product of Alchemy, to wield Alchemy against him.
Because of the unique nature of Alchemy itself, Quirrell's attacks were relatively well concealed. That was why he had been caught around the ankle by that chain.
And only because the Philosopher's Stone was the ultimate product of Alchemy, vastly accelerating Quirrell's casting speed, could Quirrell's attacks come in an unbroken stream.
While Voldemort was thinking, Quirrell had already cast another spell.
Several golden arrows appeared around