Chapter 66 Red Dance

  In the spacious stone chamber, Harry and Ron were separated at both ends, constantly casting spells at Damon while running!

  "Expelliarmus!"

  "Expelliarmus!"

  Damon stood at the stone platform in the middle, motionless, constantly counteracting the two's spells, and attacking them from time to time.

  At the beginning, Harry and Ron would be stunned because their wands were knocked down, but now, they would only try to pick up their wands immediately and roll to avoid the next attack.

  The two were highly focused and had no time to think about other things. They used all their thoughts on how to defeat Damon.

  Hermione looked at the three people fighting and was secretly anxious, but she always felt that something seemed to be wrong - she looked at Damon, who had not moved a step from beginning to end, and her mind moved slightly.

  Is it possible - would it be possible -

  seeing the spells in Harry and Ron's hands becoming more and more powerful, while Damon remained calm, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the battle at all, Hermione felt as if she had grasped some tangible answer, and shouted:

  "Harry, Ron, stop fighting!"

  But Harry and Ron could no longer hear her voice.

  They only felt that their blood was burning!

  Their breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows, and the magic was boiling in their bodies. The red light emitted from their hands was so powerful that they were shocked and numb!

  But all this, but for the figure standing in front of the stone platform, was still not enough.

  Faster - stronger - more accurate - more determined will!

  Harry and Ron met eyes while running and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

  It was really strange that they could still laugh at this time? If they lost, the Philosopher's Stone would be taken away, and Damon would leave, and they still had the leisure to laugh?

  And what did Hermione say just now?

  Forget it, never mind.

  Now they have only one goal - to defeat Damon, and then, give this bastard a good punch!

  With such strong strength, why would he need to surrender to Voldemort?

  Or, what difficulties does he have?

  The hearts of the two trembled violently in the red light, and then, they were full of determination!

  "Ex-pelliarmus!" "Ex-pelliarmus!"

  Two red lights as thick as a baby's arm attacked the figure standing in the center from the left and right. The red light emitted by "Expelliarmus" sharpened and stirred in front of the transparent ripples!

  Hermione stared at all this with wide eyes, feeling that everything was out of control.

  Harry, Ron, when did they have this level of magic?

  Such a powerful spell - even Damon should not be able to block it, right?

  She looked at the figure in the center covered by magic and strong light, and couldn't help but take a step closer, wanting to confirm the final result.

  "Well done."

  As if hearing the eager expectations of the three people, Damon's armor spell was finally broken, and the wand in his hand flew up uncontrollably, drawing a shocking arc in the air, and finally landed upright in front of Hermione.

  "Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-" Harry panted violently and squeezed out words with difficulty, "We won, you have to keep your promise."

  "Bang."

  Harry saw Ron falling to the ground.

  His vision began to fall and dim.

  He fell to the ground and saw Hermione picked up Damon's wand, as if she was talking to him.

  Behind them, there seemed to be a tall figure standing - strange, who is that, why didn't he notice it before?

  Anyway - he kept Damon - Harry felt that his vision was getting darker and darker, and he felt as if he was constantly falling down

  "Zhi-zhi-zhi-zhi-zhi-zhi-zhi"

  Harry was awakened by a loud noise, he opened his eyes, and there was an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him.

  The sun shone in from the window, the cicadas chirped loudly and densely, and the laughter of the little wizard came from afar.

  Harry realized that he was in the hospital - he was lying on a bed covered with white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled like a small mountain, as if half of the candy store had been moved here.

  "Are you awake? The operation was successful, and you are already a girl."

  Harry blinked, and Damon's handsome face appeared in front of him. He even saw the spot of sunlight on his nose.

  "Damon! You didn't leave!"

  Harry didn't care about the inexplicable girl's remarks, and stood up happily.

  "Good afternoon, Harry."

  Harry realized that not only Damon, but Dumbledore was also here, and Hermione was standing behind them, looking at him gently.

  Harry felt a little dazed.

  He subconsciously looked to his side, where Ron was still unconscious.

  "What happened? Oh, right - the Philosopher's Stone!"

  "Calm down, Harry, the Philosopher's Stone is here."

  Damon held the magnificent gem in his hand and handed it to him for display.

  "You - this -"

  Harry subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, as if wanting an explanation.   

  At this moment, Ron on the bed beside him groaned.

  "Oh - I think I'd better let them tell you the whole story."

  Harry saw Damon throw the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore and ran straight to Ron's bed. He said the same thing the moment he woke up, "You're awake, the operation was successful, you're already a girl."

  "Wow!"

  He heard Ron's horrified cry and saw him lift the quilt to look at his lower body.

  Harry came back to his senses and suddenly found that his limbs seemed to be numb - no way?

  He subconsciously lowered his head to check, but soon he realized that Hermione and Dumbledore were also here, and immediately raised his head again.

  "Miss Granger, would you mind explaining the basics to him and me first?"

  Hermione nodded, and came to Harry and whispered:

  "We were all fooled by Damon."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Professor Quirrell is Voldemort's minion. Damon stopped him, but pretended that he was the villain after we arrived."

  "Wait, you mean - he's not a Death Eater?"

  "Yeah, of course he's not. Have you ever seen a Death Eater who teaches his opponent the Disarming Spell and constantly gives them opportunities to defeat him?"

  Harry recalled the scene at that time according to Hermione's words, and nodded thoughtfully.

  "Yeah - think about it carefully, he didn't really do anything from beginning to end. I thought he was too arrogant - that is to say -!"

  While happiness filled his chest, Harry also felt a little annoyed, although he was reluctant to be angry with Damon.

  He turned his head suddenly, only to see Ron had jumped up, his arms tightly gripping Damon's neck, his right fist swinging wildly and hitting Damon's back, crying:

  "You bastard! Do you think this is fun? I almost thought I was going to die in your hands!"

  Oh, Ron turned out to be a little crybaby.

  Harry's anger subsided a little, and he regained some rationality - he would settle accounts with Damon later, but for now he had to sort out the situation first.

  "What are these gifts?"

  He asked, looking at the pile of gifts.

  "They are all gifts from your friends and admirers."

  Dumbledore said with a smile.

  "When I arrived, everything was over.

  After Damon and I discussed it, his stopping Quirrell became a secret, but you overcame the difficulties set by the professors. As a first-year wizard - this is remarkable."

  "Now, the whole school knows how you passed the test set by the professors - of course, because you found a simpler method, Damon and I did some artistic processing on the process - I think the processes he described really look like what you can do."

  Dumbledore blinked at Harry.

  Artistic processing?

  Except for the Devil's Snare and the Key Room, they went through them seriously, and the rest were all opportunistic methods. How to process?

  Harry was a little confused, but soon thought of the tall figure he saw in the stone chamber - so, that was Professor Dumbledore? Otherwise, how did he know everything that happened inside?

  Could it be that he was watching all this from beginning to end?

  After Damon's bad joke, Harry felt that he had matured a lot.

  He did not ask Dumbledore why he did not show up at that time, but hid the secret in his heart, and then - pounced on the hateful figure!

  "Damon, you better be prepared!!!"

  "Well said! Harry! Let's teach him a lesson!"

  The two men pressed Damon hard on the bed and twisted his shoulders as if they were escorting a prisoner.

  Seeing Damon begging for mercy and answering questions one by one, Harry couldn't help but laughed out loud, but his eyes were wet.

  Hermione soon joined the "battle". She took a book and hesitantly tapped Damon's head - this was originally intended for Harry and Ron to watch when they were bored in the ward.

  Dumbledore stood in the shadows, watching the four children playing happily in the sun, with a kind smile on his face.

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