The Last Straw That Broke the Camel's Back

Voldemort remained silent for a long while before silently turning his face to face Quirrell, using his remaining life force and stamina to completely control the body.

He loosened his muscles and bones, his joints making a 'crack' sound, and then took out the Quirrell Wand.

This is a nine-inch long staff with a core made of Unicorn feather alder wood.

Although it doesn't quite fit Voldemort's image and isn't very handy to use, I can only make do with it for now.

Aaron also took advantage of this time to hide behind the two professors and rejoin Harry and the others.

"Aaron, I'm really starting to admire you more and more."

"I never expected Dumbledore to arrive ahead of schedule," Voldemort sneered. "But for me, the situation hasn't reached its end yet."

All I need to do is get the Philosopher's Stone before he arrives. With this body's maximum potential, I can only reach the level of Grand Archmage.

Facing two professors would be somewhat challenging, but it's not impossible for me.

"Then good luck."

"If you can defeat those two Hogwarts professors, we'll gladly hand over the Philosopher's Stone."

"I hope you keep your word." Voldemort grinned and launched an attack.

Although his physical condition was extremely poor and his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth, even a skinny camel is still a camel, and he could hold his own against two opponents.

The green spell and the two red spells collided repeatedly, producing a deafening sound. The broken chess pieces on the board continued to spread outwards under the influence of the magic.

Aaron watched with great interest this battle, which required at least Archmage to participate in.

He wasn't going to try to learn from others' strengths or make up for his own weaknesses; he was confident that he could reach that level in a short time. He simply wanted to broaden his horizons.

"Aaron," Harry said anxiously, his interest in watching the battle waning. "What nonsense were you spouting? How could you hand the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort?"

"I'm saying this for our safety. Given Voldemort's arrogance, he probably won't make a move against us before he's dealt with the two professors, but we still need to be on the safe side."

Besides, if even two professors combined can't beat him, then the few of us alone can't possibly protect the Philosopher's Stone.

We either hand them over to save our lives, or he kills us and takes the Philosopher's Stone from our corpses.

One option is to break even, the other is to lose everything. Which would you choose?

"I'd rather die than submit," Harry said indignantly.

"Good." Aaron gave a thumbs up, then Wand lightly, and the Philosopher's Stone flew from Harry's hand to his.

Before Harry could react, he continued, "I greatly admire your courage; to not value your own life. That's extraordinary courage."

"But just because you don't value your life doesn't mean I don't. Voldemort might not let you go, but the three of us are different from you; we have a chance to live."

Upon hearing this, Harry looked somewhat conflicted.

He and Voldemort were sworn enemies; only one of them could survive, and he didn't want to implicate others because of his own actions.

"Aren't you feeling particularly conflicted?" Aaron teased, seeing the complicated look on his face. "I admit you have a strong sense of justice and are a true Gryffindor."

However, I must remind you that not valuing your own life is not courage, it's just pure recklessness.

Only by staying alive can you have a chance to turn things around; if you die, you'll have nothing left.

I'm not like you. I won't risk my life unless absolutely necessary, and I certainly won't fight a losing battle.

"If you want to prove your innocence with your death, then go by yourself, but whatever you do, don't take me with you."

"Should we run now?" Hermione suggested.

"Great, we should have left here a long time ago," Ron added. "As long as we hold out until Dumbledore arrives, there won't be any problems."

Huh?

That's a really good idea.

Just a friendly reminder: be extra careful when walking, and be sure to walk quickly.

However, this is somewhat difficult for us, considering there is still an injured player here.

"You mean Voldemort might not let us leave?" Hermione asked, her face grim.

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty."

Although he was still battling with the two professors, he also diverted some of his attention to us.

If there's the slightest disturbance, he'll probably risk getting injured to keep us here.

Because as long as he obtains the Philosopher's Stone, he can reshape his body; the condition of Quirrell's physical body is completely unimportant to him.

The three looked at each other, and Harry, resigned, lowered his head, but his clenched fists still showed his unwillingness. "Are we really just going to watch like this?"

"We are Warlock too, and we can help the professor."

"Forget it!" Aaron bluntly poured cold water on the idea.

Harry paused, "Am I wrong?"

"Something seems... off," Hermione said, shaking her head.

"Why?"

Hermione hesitated, then remained silent.

Ron opened his mouth, looking embarrassed, and silently turned his face away.

Aaron smiled knowingly, then patted him on the shoulder and turned his head around. "Take a good look. Is this the kind of battle you can even enter?"

Tell me, what level are you at right now?

"I should be almost Intermediate Wizard by now!" Harry realized and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Then please have some self-awareness, okay?"

With your skill level, even a sneak attack from behind wouldn't be very effective, let alone the fact that you don't even have the chance to launch one now.

In their battle, you three Warlock, who haven't even mastered offensive spells, are just cannon fodder. The aftershocks of the spells would send you flying.

"And what about you?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Me?" Aaron chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I'm a little better than you guys, just a bit more cannon fodder."

"So that means we can only watch from here?" Hermione asked, unwilling to give up.

"Not exactly," Aaron said meaningfully. "You can also pray that Dumbledore arrives as soon as possible."

After saying that, Aaron casually found a place to sit and continued to watch the Warlock duel on the chessboard.

At this point, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were already struggling to keep up.

The opponent is, after all, the renowned Dark Lord. Although his strength has been greatly reduced, if he were to exploit the opponent recklessly and fight without regard for the consequences, then the opponent would have to fight desperately to have any chance of winning.

The problem is that neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape dared to risk their lives at this moment. If it were just them, they might have had the courage to take a gamble, even if it meant risking their lives.

But there were four junior Warlock behind them, and the two of them had to conserve some of their strength to make some plans, at least to have the strength to protect these students.

Voldemort laughed triumphantly, chanting an obscure incantation, and with a flick of his Wand unleashed a deadly dark green beam of light.

The two professors raised their Wand in unison, hastily releasing two spells, one red and one white, to barely contend with the green light.

The three spells clashed fiercely in mid-air, advancing and retreating like a tug-of-war, resulting in a stalemate for a time.

"Cough cough!"

Voldemort's face suddenly contorted in a grimace, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The green light was immediately suppressed by the red and white beams of light.

He immediately adjusted his state, suppressed his injuries, and increased the force with which he channeled magic into his Wand, pushing the spell weight back to its previous position.

The stalemate continued, with the green spell gradually gaining the upper hand, at the cost of Quirrell's body aging at a visible rate.

The two professors were also in bad shape; they were pale and covered in cold sweat.

"That's about enough," Aaron murmured as he stood up.

"What's almost done?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"The time is almost right; we can use this as the last straw that breaks the camel's back," Aaron said.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort couldn't help but laugh. "You can try it."

"Don't do anything rash," Professor McGonagall warned. "You're too weak; this isn't something you can handle."

"That's right," Snape said expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, I'm quite confident."

"No," Snape said immediately. "Don't think that just because you have some talent you can be arrogant. Voldemort's power is beyond your imagination."

He could easily use one hand to kill you all.

"I know, that's why I've been waiting until now." Aaron tossed the red gem in his hand and, to everyone's astonishment, threw it at Voldemort.

The Philosopher's Stone sliced through the air and hurtled toward Voldemort's head at incredible speed.

The other party was also a little stunned by this sudden surprise. He quickly reacted, and with a smile on his face, he used one hand to control his Wand to resist the two professors, while his other hand quickly opened.

The Philosopher's Stone slowed down instantly and flew into Voldemort's palm.

"This is your idea?" Harry's lips twitched. "It's terrible."

"Is it too late for us to run away now?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Don't rush, let the Philosopher's Stone fly for a while first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar came from the Tianyu board.

A white shadow swooped down and slammed a claw into Voldemort's back just as he was about to grab the Philosopher's Stone.