"I saw a place in Tom's memories. It was a graveyard, and Voldemort was preparing his resurrection ritual there."
"Tom's memories had the name of that place: Little Hangleton, the church graveyard."
"I rushed there at once, and arrived just as Professor Quirrell was brewing a resurrection potion for Voldemort. When Voldemort's soul crawled out of Professor Quirrell's body and sank into the cauldron, I knew I had to do something, or Voldemort would truly be resurrected."
"So I charged out, fixed Quirrell in place with the Petrification Spell, and then added all kinds of potions I had on me into that cauldron."
"Anyone with even a little common knowledge of potions knows that adding other potions into a potion being brewed will cause unpredictable reactions. I wanted to interrupt Voldemort's resurrection that way."
"I poured about five or six different potions into the cauldron. Sure enough, they reacted violently with the resurrection potion. As a result, Voldemort turned into a lump of flesh. He could barely use magic, and I defeated him. Then I took Quirrell to my teacher's home and asked whether my teacher wanted to avenge Madam Perenelle, but my teacher had already lost all hope. So I brought Quirrell back and contacted the Aurors."
"The Aurors then notified the Minister, the Board of Governors, Dumbledore, and all the professors at the school."
Murphy's account ended, and the Aurors were still taking notes. Someone asked, "So you stopped Voldemort's resurrection? Killed him?"
Murphy shook his head. "I wouldn't be that optimistic. He didn't die back then, and this time I can't find any reason he would have died for good. I think he'll make a comeback."
The atmosphere grew even more oppressive.
"There are a few details I need to verify with you," a Watchman said.
"Go