Philosopher's Stone

Unfortunately, Harry was unaware of a spell called Legilimency, which allowed Voldemort to read his mind.

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to move Harry in front of the mirror.

Harry saw himself in the mirror, put a bright red stone into his pocket, and the Philosopher's Stone appeared in his pocket. Voldemort, who was residing in the back of Quirrell's head, naturally knew where the Philosopher's Stone was.

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to remove his scarf and turn around.

Harry shuddered as he looked at Voldemort's ugly face on the back of Quirrell's head. He tried to run away, but Quirrell tackled him to the ground.

However, Harry still carried the power of the Curses his mother had left him, protecting Harry from Voldemort. So, after the two of them were all lovey-dovey and rolling around together, it was Quirrell, the adult, who was at a disadvantage.

While Harry and Quirrell were busy arguing, Bell casually walked through the flames and into the last room.

Bell walked in without even using the Disillusionment Charm. However, Harry, Quirrell, and Voldemort, who were only focused on each other, didn't notice Bell.

Harry held on tightly to Quirrell, but as the pain in his head intensified, his grip loosened.

Finally, Quirrell managed to break free from Harry.

Quirrell lay on the ground howling in pain, his face, hands, and arms covered in a dense layer of blisters that gave Bell goosebumps.

Unlike Quirrell, Voldemort, though also in great pain, was ultimately Voldemort and noticed Bell approaching.

"Bell Menethil! I know you, heir of the Menethil Family! Your family is also a Pure-blood Family, and your parents were once my followers. Now, child, bring me the Philosopher's Stone; it's in Harry Potter's pocket. Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I will grant you unparalleled glory and power!" Voldemort tempted Bell with his hoarse voice.

In his eyes, he was just a Little Wizard. Even if he were an adult wizard, even in his current miserable state, no one would dare to refuse him. So, tonight, he would complete his resurrection right here, under Dumbledore nose.

"I, Voldemort, am back!"

However, Voldemort was destined to be disappointed. Bell didn't believe a single word of Voldemort's lies.

Doesn't Bell know his own situation? No one would follow Voldemort. Only those mentally unstable Pure-blood Supremacy supremacists and opportunists would board Voldemort's wrecked ship.

And many people regretted it after getting on board. However, getting on a pirate ship is easy, but getting off is difficult. Countless people are filled with regret, such as a certain Mr. Malfoy wishes to remain anonymous.

Bell had no interest in wasting time arguing with Voldemort. He had very important things to do today; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten out of his comfortable bed so late at night to watch Harry and his friends play a puzzle game. He just wanted to finish his business quickly and go back to sleep.

Without a word, Bell pulled out his Wand and unleashed Wind Blade, severing Quirrell's head from his neck.

Strangely, even though Quirrell had a large scar on his neck, not much blood flowed out. Instead, a lot of Black Mist rose from Quirrell's corpse and gathered together.

It was Voldemort's soul that transformed Quirrell's blood into magic, providing him with the power to move.

"You! How dare you refuse the great Voldemort's gift! I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Voldemort's soul roared, and a large amount of Black Mist spread around, giving the impression of the final boss making his appearance.

Honestly, the dark and damp basement, the pervasive Black Mist, coupled with Voldemort's current posture and his hoarse voice, this Potter effects performance deserves full marks from Bell.

However, Voldemort's lines were a bit lacking; they were too monotonous. He's supposed to be the final boss, so his entrance dialogue should at least last two or three minutes, right? Three seconds is way too slow.

(ˉ▽￣~) Tsk~~

Bell wasn't one of those easily fooled Little Wizard; he dismissed Voldemort's threats with disdain.

The surrounding Black Mist only looks cool; in reality, it contains very little magic.

Bell scoffed dismissively, swung his Wand, and unleashed a dazzling bolt of lightning from its tip.

"Ah--!"

Voldemort, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, let out another painful howl, and a large amount of Black Mist once again emerged from his soul.

This time, the Black Mist was no longer the mere illusion of the previous ones; Black Mist genuinely contained a large amount of magical power. This Black Mist formed a shield, blocking Bell's lightning.

Bell was somewhat surprised by Voldemort's display of power. He hadn't expected that even in his current state, Voldemort could still unleash such strength!

But thinking about it carefully, Voldemort was like Mosquito Essence, always clinging to the back of Quirrell's head, taking a few sucks now and then, practically draining Quirrell dry. It's not surprising that he stored up some magic power.

Bell first cast an Shield Charm on himself, then prepared to continue attacking Voldemort's soul.

At this moment, Bell was still quite nervous. After all, a person's reputation precedes them, and Voldemort was, after all, the most powerful Dark Wizard in Britain history (Grindelwald was not Britain). Who knew if he had any other trump cards up his sleeve?

Just as Bell was about to cast his Curses, Voldemort's spirit suddenly turned and ran away...

Bell was speechless as he watched the soul disappear into the ceiling.

"I'd already taken my pants off, and you just ran off like that?"

Without any preparation, facing a soul capable of soaring through the skies and plunging into the depths, capturing him would be no easy task. But so be it, Bell didn't care. If the opportunity arose, he'd kill him easily; if not, he'd let the little the Chosen One level up.

Bell walked over to Harry, who had collapsed on the ground, and took the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's trouser pocket. He held the Philosopher's Stone up to his eyes and examined it intently.

Gradually, a smile appeared on Bell's face, which then widened and turned into ecstasy.

Bell was shocked to discover that the Philosopher's Stone was real! Yes, he had always thought that the Philosopher's Stone was very likely fake, something Dumbledore had used to tease Voldemort.

Now, looking at the red stone in his hand that is more dazzling than any Gemstone in the world, Bell can say with certainty that this is the real Philosopher's Stone!

The Philosopher's Stone before him deeply shocked Bell. He felt as if he were holding not a small Gemstone, but a miniature sun!

Although for some reason, this sun gave Bell a feeling of impending doom, the sun is the sun, and even a sun about to be extinguished contains a power that humans cannot fathom.