HP Miss Potter who was taken away by Voldemort

Harry stopped talking, just stared at Quirrell in the mirror.

Quirrell was smiling in the mirror, a somewhat eerie smile on his face, and Harry was gradually calming down.

"I see........

"Let's go. Delia sensed something was wrong and stood up suddenly, "It's time for us to get out of here."

"I think so.

Harry and Delia had just walked down the steps when Quirrell suddenly turned.

"Wait.

He smiled contemptuously, and with a wave of his wand, they both fell to the ground.

"What do you think........ Now, are you still gone?" Isha

snapped to catch Delia, and Harry threw himself down the steps.

Delia quickly pulled out her wand and turned back to Quirrell to give a blow, and Harry stood up and chanted the incantation. The next second, he was both resolved.

"I knew you wouldn't be willing!" Quirrell clapped his hands lightly.

Harry and Delia looked at each other, ignoring Quirrell.

"Now that you're here, don't think about leaving again!" Quirrell snorted.

"Are you threatening us by saying that?" Harry shot back.

"Threat, Harry, you think too highly of yourself!" Quirrell scoffed.

"Don't think I'm afraid, Quirrell, I'm telling you, I won't let you get away

with it!" "Really?" Quirrell's face flashed with a hint of sinisterity.

He raised his hand, and a crack suddenly opened in the floor.

"Be careful, get out of the way!" Isha

shouted anxiously, and Harry immediately turned sideways.

The

ground shattered, and a large crater rose from where he had just been, filling the air with smoke and dust.

In the next second, he felt his body empty, and his collar was pulled and lifted into the air.

"Quick, hand over the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell yelled at him with a hideous face.

"I don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is. Harry struggled violently, his hands grasping Quirrell's hand by the collar, and he looked at the man in front of him without fear.

Quirrell threw Harry out with his backhand, looking at his hands in disbelief and wailing in pain.

Harry was thrown against the wall, and there was a sharp pain in the back of the stone wall, and he looked down at Quirrell with a muffled grunt.

Isha and Delia looked at Quirrell at the same time.

His hands were turning to rubble at a rapid pace, falling to the ground one by one, and blood was soon visible at his wrists.

"Ahh

When Isha saw Quirrell's painful appearance, she suddenly felt a little unbearable for some reason.

She hid the emotion in her eyes, tilted her head to the side, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes in silence.

Delia froze, then her inquiring gaze fell on Harry.

Harry looked down at his hands, surprised, and then rushed to Quirrell's side and slammed his hands against Quirrell's face.

A terrible scream circulated through the cave, and Quirrell's whole body turned into sand and stones and fell, and the person who had been alive a second before suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Harry was relieved and stumbled towards the two of them, only to see that a black mist suddenly passed behind him, and he fell down the steps again, unconscious.

Isha had just finished inwardly marveling at Harry's second dog nibble on mud, and for a moment she felt as if her head had been hit by an inexplicable force, her vision gradually blurred, and her eyelids seemed to be heavily covered with lead.