0103 Fight

Words : 1153 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

The Wisdom Tree was different from Adrian's other plants. It was bound to Adrian to a certain extent. The "Energy Amplification" trait that the Wisdom Tree had acquired also had a certain influence on Adrian. Adrian felt the magical power within him surging like a tide. Even the wand in his hand seemed to have become lighter. "Expelliarmus!" The spell sliced through the air, heading straight for Voldemort, as thick as an adult's arm. Voldemort hastily waved his wand in defense, also firing a green spell. The two spells collided midair with a deafening crash. Harry and his friends had to shield their eyes with their hands as the blast swept past them, causing their robes to flap loudly. "Interesting..." Voldemort's cracked face showed surprise. Adrian's spell had more than doubled in power. This was definitely not normal. However, Adrian had no intention of answering Voldemort's questions. For a time, spells flew from both men, the battle going back and forth. Although Voldemort was more experienced in combat than Adrian, he was using someone else's body after all. Soon, Quirrell's broken body could no longer hold up. The last spell Voldemort cast twisted and deformed in the air, dissipating before reaching halfway. The skin on his body was peeling off like dried tree bark. "I... will... remember... you..." Voldemort's voice became fragmented. Finally, his body collapsed like a sand castle, leaving only a pile of white ash. Before Adrian could breathe a sigh of relief, a black mist rose from the ashes. It was Voldemort's main soul! "Expecto Patronum!" S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. A silver hedgehog appeared in the air. Adrian wanted to deal with Voldemort's main soul as he had with the soul fragment, but the black mist "dissolved" into the air. "Still let it escape..." Adrian sighed softly. If he could have refined Voldemort's main soul, the soul power contained in the leaves formed by the Wisdom Tree would surely have been beyond imagination. After dealing with Voldemort, Adrian turned his attention to Harry and the others behind him. During the battle, they had been hiding by the doorway to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Now, they were running quickly toward Adrian. Harry was the first to rush over, his voice trembling: "Professor! Are you alright? I thought..." Though he was Harry Potter, he was still just an eleven-year-old child. Being scared was normal. Adrian gave him a hug, ruffled his hair, and said with a smile, "I'm fine. It's over now, Harry." Ron and Hermione also gathered around. Hermione's eyes were red, still clutching her wand tightly, and anxiously asked, "What about Professor Quirrell and You-Know-Who?" Ron stared at the pile of white ashes, hesitating to speak. "As you can see," Adrian said, "they no longer pose a threat at present." At this point, Adrian noticed the complex expressions on the three children's faces—even when facing enemies, death was still too heavy a burden for eleven-year-olds. Just then, footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. It was Dumbledore. He was wearing a deep blue nightgown adorned with stars and moons, his usually neat silver-white hair sticking out messily, as if he hadn't had time to tidy it. Dumbledore approached Adrian with a solemn expression, surveying the chaotic scene, and asked, "Can someone tell me what happened here?" "You-Know-Who was possessing Quirrell, trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Harry and his friends helped too," Adrian explained calmly. "The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest told me about this." "It seems I must thank them properly." Dumbledore nodded, pondered for a moment, and quickly understood the situation. Then, he turned to look at Harry and the others. They immediately tensed up. At this hour, they certainly shouldn't have been here. However, Dumbledore only smiled gently at them, "The matter is over now. Come along, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Professor Westeros and I will escort you back to your dormitories." "But about tonight..." Harry said. "Shh," Dumbledore placed a finger to his lips and said, "You've done very well tonight, but I wouldn't advise sharing what happened. For your bravery, Gryffindor receives fifty points." Harry and his friends immediately relaxed, especially Hermione. She had thought they would lose a huge number of points tonight. After sending the three back to their dormitories, Adrian was invited to Dumbledore's office. Adrian sat in his seat as Dumbledore brewed him a cup of tea. Dumbledore made himself a cup of coffee. Watching Dumbledore add a seventh sugar cube to his coffee, Adrian couldn't help but frown. "I apologize for taking up your rest time," Dumbledore said, stirring his coffee, "but indeed, many things happened tonight. Could you tell me the specific details?" Adrian nodded and recounted in detail how he had received information from the centaurs, gone to the fourth-floor room, and rescued Harry and the others. After listening, Dumbledore reflected silently for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Well done, Professor Westeros." Adrian smiled slightly. "Thank you." Then, Adrian asked, "Professor Dumbledore, did you know You-Know-Who would come to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore hesitated, but nodded, "In fact, this was a trap set for him. However, he acted much earlier than I had anticipated." "You didn't predict that You-Know-Who would act tonight?" "Indeed," Dumbledore inclined his head slightly, candidly saying, "The ancient magic of Hogwarts alerts me to traces of dark magic. I was actually heading to the Forbidden Forest—Hagrid reported finding a dead murdered unicorn." He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you hadn't intervened in time, Professor Westeros, the losses tonight might have been immeasurable." However, Adrian felt that Dumbledore knew everything; perhaps he had even been secretly watching while Adrian was fighting Voldemort. "What about Hagrid? Where is he?" Adrian asked, as he hadn't seen Hagrid. Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then said, "He's dealing with the three-headed dog matter." Adrian couldn't help but feel sorry for Hagrid. When he had entered the fourth floor, he had seen that Fluffy was already dead—likely from the Killing Curse. When they left, Fluffy's body had disappeared, probably taken away by Hagrid. "Oh, right," Dumbledore suddenly remembered something and said to Adrian, "The Philosopher's Stone, Professor Westeros. You should have it, correct?" Adrian froze, giving an awkward smile. That thing had already vanished into thin air. How should he explain this to Dumbledore? Dumbledore's gaze, through his half-moon spectacles, calmly observed Adrian. The office suddenly became terribly quiet, with only the sound of Fawkes grooming his feathers. "Well..." Adrian coughed lightly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of his teacup, "The Philosopher's Stone is... probably... gone..." ________________ You can read more chapters on: /IamLuis

0103 Fight

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