"Severus Snape..." Voldemort snorted. "Of course he knows. I taught him that formula myself."
"As for the resurrection potion," Voldemort said smugly, "it isn't particularly difficult either. If you've read Mysteries of Death and Life, you should have some idea. I can demonstrate it for you right now."
"Quirrell, fetch that boy. Use his blood to brew the potion."
Mysteries of Death and Life.
Tom committed the book's title to memory.
Seeing Quirrell about to seize Harry, he stepped forward. "My honored master, Professor Quirrell seems to be harmed by the protective magic on Harry. Allow me to do it instead."
Voldemort still didn't know why touching Harry injured Quirrell, but Tom seemed unaffected. The request was perfectly reasonable. "Very well."
Tom approached Harry and, as he helped him up, drew the wand tucked at Harry's waist. Then he suddenly turned and aimed it.
Bang!
The cauldron brewing the resurrection potion exploded. Boiling potion splashed over Quirrell, making him scream.
Tom seized the opportunity to snatch the Philosopher's Stone from the table. Holding Harry, he prepared to Apparate.
But Voldemort suddenly let out a furious roar. Tom felt as though someone had smashed him over the head, and the incantation on his lips refused to come out.
Quirrell took the opportunity to raise his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Tom blocked the spell, then cried, "Apparition!"
But Quirrell's next attack arrived almost simultaneously. "Avada Kedavra!"
Bang!
The spell struck Tom's body, but at that same instant, the two boys twisted into a vortex and vanished.
Tom and Harry suddenly appeared in the Forbidden Forest, only to collapse to the ground the moment they arrived.
Harry remained unconscious but unhurt. Tom, however, had a gaping hole in his abdomen.
One of his arms looked as though it had been torn off by