"The Rock of Immortality and the Noseless Tumor"

"The Rock of Immortality and the Noseless Tumor"

After a few ordinary days, the three kids approached Stephen with somewhat angry expressions.

"Your last name was Flamel!" Hermione said, irritated, while the other two nodded in agreement.

"Hello, little ones, how are you?" Stephen asked with a smile.

"Don't start with that. We've been searching for information about Nicolas Flamel for months, and it turns out he was your grandfather."

"With that messy hair and your bad temper, you look like a little lion. How funny," Stephen replied teasingly. Before Hermione could attack him, he added, "Well, but I already told you he was my grandfather when you asked," he defended himself calmly.

This stopped Hermione's fury.

"So, is it true that he's the twins' master?" Ron asked, surprised.

"That's right, little Ronny. He's been our master since our first year," the twins responded, having overheard the conversation.

"The greatest alchemist of all time is the teacher of these two, who only create prank tools," Ron said in astonishment. He couldn't say much about Stephen, as he had created an entirely new magical style that could change the wizarding world. And that wasn't even considering that the three of them, including the twins, had founded a magical technology company that had already revolutionized the wizarding world.

"Then it's simple. Boss Stephen, you have to tell your grandfather that Snape is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone," Harry said quickly.

"Oh, that rock. Don't worry, Dumbledore has it secured. And Snape is the least likely to want to steal it," Stephen said indifferently.

"That rock?!" Hermione asked, shocked.

"That's the stone our master shows us every time he loses a game, just to prove that we won't beat him until we create one ourselves. We've seen it so much that we've become desensitized to it," the twins replied.

"Yeah, when I was a kid, my grandmother put it inside a bottle and used it as a rattle," Stephen added, joining in on the fun.

"The Immortality Stone?! And you used it as a rattle?!" the three shouted in disbelief.

"Yep. Don't worry about the stone; Dumbledore has it safe. No one can steal the Philosopher's Stone," Stephen replied as he walked away, leaving the trio utterly dumbfounded.

Later, he watched as the Golden Trio spent the entire day running around like headless chickens, something that caught everyone's attention.

"How do they have so much energy to run around all day but none to train?" Angelina asked.

"Adventure energy," Stephen replied mockingly.

"It's just like when we pull pranks. No amount of tough training can stop us," the twins said, grinning as they observed the trio. Everyone else had already started ignoring their antics.

Finally, the day of the final battle arrived.

Dumbledore left Hogwarts to attend to his Wizengamot duties, while I waited to witness the interesting confrontation.

I followed the trio using invisibility and illusion spells, watching as they passed test after test. Though I was prepared to intervene if necessary, I never had to.

The Golden Trio accomplished their mission and made it to the final challenge, though they suffered a casualty along the way—Ron was knocked unconscious after being struck by the enemy queen in the giant chess game.

"(How can he be so good at chess and so bad in class?)" Stephen wondered as he touched Ron with an energy wand.

The other two didn't notice this, as they were too worried about moving forward.

At last, they passed Snape's magical fire. Hermione left to alert the professors.

"Did these kids really forget everything they learned during training?" Stephen muttered as he looked at the flames. He created a shield and passed through effortlessly.

Even if the fire had burned him, it wouldn't have been a big deal, since the trials were designed to prevent children from progressing. The real final challenge was impossible for anyone who truly desired the stone.

Even if it was Voldemort.

Stephen had reinforced the mirror a bit more, despite it holding a fake stone. He needed the illusion of the Philosopher's Stone's destruction so his grandparents would stop being harassed everywhere.

"Let's Meet Mr. Tumorous"

Stephen walked in just in time to witness Quirrell's interaction with Harry.

"Let me see the boy," a voice said, and after a moment of hesitation, Quirrell began removing his turban. Beneath it was a terrifying humanoid face.

"Wow, even as a tumor, you're still missing a nose and look even uglier," Stephen commented, appearing next to Quirrell without anyone noticing.

"Boss Stephen, Quirrell wants the stone to revive Voldemort," Harry quickly said.

"Really, genius? I thought he was introducing you to his conjoined twin," Stephen replied sarcastically while dodging an "Avada Kedavra" spell launched by Quirrell.

"Hey, using dark magic is dangerous. Don't you know it corrupts the soul?" Stephen said as another spell whizzed past him.

"Okay, okay, time-out," Stephen said, pausing the action.

"You're that boy who created such powerful magic. Join me, and your magic will dominate the wizarding world," the tumor-faced Voldemort attempted to tempt Stephen.

"My magic will dominate the wizarding world, and not me? You're so predictable. I bet that after learning Eldritch magic, you'd try to get rid of me," Stephen said, slowly advancing toward Harry.

"Either way, if you don't join, you'll die," Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Stephen.

"Well, first things first. Harry, do you have the stone?" Stephen asked. Though surprised and hesitant for a moment, Harry remembered Stephen's last name and handed it over.

"The stone. Give it to me, boy, and I'll let you live," Voldemort said greedily.

"Hmm? Nah," Stephen said, and immediately, a magic circle filled with runes appeared as the Philosopher's Stone began to crack.

"NOO! STOP!" Voldemort screamed, trying to stop Stephen, but it was too late—the stone crumbled into ashes.

"Curse you! Crucio, Avada Kedavra, Imperius!" Voldemort went mad, launching spells nonstop.

While dodging and occasionally summoning a light shield, Stephen said, "Alright, that's enough," and magical rings bound Voldemort, preventing him from using magic.

"You've grown weak, little Voldy. Alright, Harry, you can come closer." Obviously, it wouldn't be this easy against a full-powered Voldemort, but since he was using Quirrell's body, he wasn't much of a threat. To be honest, he was one of the weakest professors.

"Come, I'll show you what a corrupted soul looks like after using dark magic," Stephen said, casting a spell that revealed the true essence of his enemies.

In this case, it was a small creature, bathed in black, putrid blood, completely deformed and bound, unable to move. It could only utter, "What did you do to me?"

"That's the true form of your soul. What else?" Stephen said as the spell lasted only a few seconds.

When everything returned to normal, Voldemort tried to escape.

"Well, Harry, do you remember when you first met Professor Quirrell and couldn't shake his hand? Now you can," Stephen told the boy, who was still shocked by everything that had happened in such a short time.

"What?!" Harry asked, bewildered.

"Come on, shake his hand, trust me," Stephen encouraged him.

Still worried and nervous, Harry approached the frantic Quirrell, who was trying to free himself, and touched his hand.

The moment he made contact, Quirrell froze and began screaming in pain, shocking Harry as he watched Quirrell's hand burn from the touch.

Feeling emboldened, Harry jumped up and slapped Quirrell across the face, which made Stephen laugh. Quirrell, after suffering for a few moments, turned to ashes, just like the Philosopher's Stone.

After that, Harry could finally rest, but suddenly, an enraged black specter tried to attack him. Before it could, Stephen stepped in front of Harry and cast a spell of light and purification. With a scream, the soul fled.

"Boss Stephen, he's escaping!" Harry quickly said as he saw the specter pass through the wall.

"Yes, Harry. Sorry, but I can't do anything. Magic that harms souls is too dangerous to use," Stephen said, watching as Voldemort's corrupted soul fled.

"But that light magic hurt him," Harry pointed out.

"That's because it's purification magic. It only repelled him; it can't kill him. And even though I know astral magic, I don't want to touch such a corrupted soul."

"Don't worry. Even though it can't harm the soul directly, purification magic weakened him a bit. Even if we caught him, which is difficult, attempting to destroy his soul could make it explode, putting us in even greater danger. We could be corrupted by his filth. The only way to truly defeat him is once he regains his body—if he ever does."

"Will he come back?"

"Maybe. Now, let's go find your friends and head back—I'm sleepy," Stephen said as he started walking, while Harry, realizing everything was finally over, began to faint.

"Sigh Well, too much stress for a kid can be bad," Stephen said, picking up Harry and carrying him to the infirmary.

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