Chapter 63: The Final Confrontation

At this moment, even the usually unyielding Hermione had to admit that, in terms of Potions alone, she was indeed inferior to Sean.

Harry took the small bottle, looking at the potion inside and the one in Sean's hand. He said to Hermione, "Hermione, Sean and I will go in and try to stop the person inside from getting the Philosopher's Stone. You go back through the purple flames and inform Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore about the situation here. Especially Professor Dumbledore—you must write to him with an owl and tell him what's happening."

Hermione looked at the Fire Protection Potions in Harry's and Sean's hands, which seemed to be only enough for two people. Moreover, both Sean and Harry were quite capable, at least more so than her. She knew very well about Sean's duels in Slytherin before and was very clear that she couldn't replace them in this situation.

"Okay," she said, her voice firm despite her worry. "I'll get the message delivered as soon as possible. You two must be careful."

Hermione picked up the bottle containing the calming potion, drank the contents without another word, turned around, and rushed into the purple flames of the entrance, disappearing before Sean and Harry.

At this moment, Harry glanced at Sean and said, "Sean, let's go in."

"Alright."

The two of them drank the Fire Protection Potion in their hands and walked directly into the black flames ahead.

Stepping out of the black flames, Sean's vision instantly recovered. However, before he could see clearly, a blinding green light burst forth in front of him, followed by Harry's startled, angry, and sad scream. Then, Sean lost consciousness.

Click, click, click…

Click, click, click…

Ding…

As if being awakened by an alarm clock during a deep sleep, Sean suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, he suppressed his urge to immediately get up from the ground, carefully controlling the intensity of his breathing and squinting his eyes to observe the current situation.

At this point, Sean realized what had just happened. Just after he and Harry had passed through the flames, Quirrell, who had been waiting there, had directly used the Killing Curse on him, the unexpected arrival, before revealing his conspiracy to Harry.

He wondered what was wrong with these Death Eaters. As long as they saw someone next to Harry, they would immediately cast Avada Kedavra. It was like this with Cedric, and it was like this with him. Voldemort's twisted possessiveness towards Harry had clearly spread to his servants.

At this time, Harry was being led by Quirrell to the Mirror of Erised, and Voldemort, who was on the back of Quirrell's head, was demanding the Philosopher's Stone that had fallen into Harry's pocket. At this moment, Voldemort still had a nose, and his condition was clearly quite poor. Coupled with the fact that he was completely focused on Harry, he hadn't noticed that the boy who had been hit by Quirrell's Killing Curse and should have died was still alive.

The pure white pocket watch is indeed a good thing, Sean thought. Now, what I need is to wait for an opportunity.

Sean lay quietly on the ground, watching Quirrell demand the Philosopher's Stone from Harry. He watched as Quirrell, because Harry was being uncooperative, reached out and grabbed Harry's neck. He watched as Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, touched Harry's skin. The moment contact was made, the parts that touched turned to ash as if they had been burned.

Watching Quirrell's right hand completely disintegrate and seeing Harry's eager expression, wanting to rush forward and slap Quirrell, Sean knew that his chance to steal the kill had arrived.

Without any hesitation, Sean's talent, Giant Strength, fully erupted. With a bang, he sprang up from the ground and arrived between Quirrell and Harry at an extremely fast speed. He reached out and grabbed Quirrell's still-intact left hand, violently broke his left arm, and swung a fist, slamming it hard into Quirrell's face.

With one punch, Quirrell's nose was directly shattered, his flesh and facial features blurring together. Voldemort, on the back of his head, let out a piercing cry of pain.

"It's you! It was you during the Quidditch match!"

Sean understood Quirrell's slurred words, but he had no intention of giving him a chance. This man was possessed by Voldemort, and it was hard to guarantee that his body wouldn't be controlled by the Dark Lord. One should know that Voldemort's strength was not just for show. Even if Quirrell's hands were disabled, Voldemort was certainly proficient in abilities like wandless casting.

So, the next second, Sean delivered a fierce palm strike, chopping it onto Quirrell's throat. It would be best if he could kill him instantly. If not, he had to at least disable his ability to speak.

As Sean expected, Quirrell was hit in the throat and almost suffocated, but with Voldemort's support, he did not die immediately; he just couldn't speak properly.

"Quirrell, give me control of the body!"

As Voldemort gave the order, Sean immediately felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the bottom of his heart, as if he was being stared at by a highly venomous snake.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Sean swung his fist again towards Quirrell, or rather, Voldemort. At this moment, Sean was very clear that his half-baked magic was definitely not as effective as his fists.

Competing with Voldemort in magic, even with his hands disabled and no wand, Sean would not be his opponent. It was more effective to get close and throw wild punches.

He threw his fist, and just as it was about to land on Quirrell's chest, an invisible force suddenly acted on Sean, sending him flying and slamming him hard against the wall behind.

Giant Hide gave Sean good defense, and thanks to this talent, he only cried out in pain for a moment before getting up from the ground again and charging towards Voldemort.

"This kind of physical strength… do you have the bloodline of some magical creature?" Voldemort's voice hissed from the back of Quirrell's head.

As he spoke, Voldemort suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large amount of black smoke. The black smoke quickly turned into writhing black snakes, which, under Voldemort's control, bit and coiled towards Sean.

What kind of magic is this? Sean wondered. A combination of summoning spells and transfiguration?

With this thought, Sean drew out his wand, casting a Shield Charm to defend himself while charging towards Voldemort.

However, with the help of these black smoke snakes, Voldemort calmly dodged Sean's pursuit while being entangled by the shadowy serpents.

At this time, Harry wanted to come up and help, but a single black smoke snake sent him flying, making it impossible for him to get close.

Watching Voldemort, whom he couldn't catch up to, Sean gritted his teeth fiercely, waved his wand to blast a black smoke snake to pieces, and then shouted loudly towards the direction of the passage leading into this place, "Summon Giant Claymore!"

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