Passing through the black flames, Chen Yu heard Harry’s shouts at the entrance, so he stopped and waited for Harry.

Harry followed closely behind.

After this long staircase, they would reach the BOSS room, and Chen Yu had some things to tell Harry.

“When we go in later, no matter who is in that room, try to quickly get close to him and give him two slaps.”

“If that doesn’t work, punch him. Trust me, he’ll be stunned.”

“Then try to grab his hand or directly cover his face with your hand, trying not to give him a chance to pull out his wand.”

“As long as he lets you get close, we’ve won!”

Chen Yu’s words left Harry confused. He understood the part about restricting the opponent’s movements and not letting them pull out their wand, but why give the opponent two slaps?

And what did he mean by, “As long as we get close to the opponent, we’ve won”?

Harry didn’t understand, but he still nodded, indicating that he would take Chen Yu’s advice.

Harry didn’t care at all about the idea that not fighting with magic would diminish a Wizard’s status.

He wasn’t like those old-fashioned Wizards; he had a flexible bottom line when it came to fighting.

“Next, I will follow you invisibly. This way, we’ll have one in the open and one in the shadows. I’ll seize the opportunity from the shadows to strike, aiming to catch the opponent off guard.”

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he used the Serpent Spell to turn himself invisible.

When Harry saw Chen Yu disappear, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

But he didn’t ask Chen Yu to come out of his invisible state. Harry also knew that this would increase their chances of seizing the Philosopher's Stone.

As long as Lord Voldemort couldn’t regain his power, even being a decoy was fine.

Chen Yu and Harry walked up the last of the stairs and arrived at the final BOSS room.

It was a very spacious room, with over a dozen huge stone pillars supporting its structure. In the very center of the room stood the Mirror of Erised, and in front of the mirror, a Wizard dressed in a black robe, with his head tightly wrapped in a purple turban, was standing and gazing into the mirror.

Harry was greatly surprised to see that the person standing in front of the Mirror of Erised was none other than the missing Professor Quirrell.

But the moment he saw Professor Quirrell, the scar on his forehead began to ache again.

The pain made him gasp twice.

Through the reflection of the Mirror of Erised, Quirrell also noticed Harry.

“Hiss… it’s you!”

Harry clutched his forehead, taking two steps back in disbelief.

“Yes, it’s me.” Quirrell smiled, incredibly happy that Harry had appeared here.

Now his face wasn’t twitching, and he wasn’t stuttering: “I was just wondering if you would show up here, Potter.”

Harry’s thoughts were in a mess; he had always thought Snape was his opponent.

He believed Professor Quirrell was just a pitiful person threatened by Snape, and possibly even...

“Snape? Hahahahaha?” Quirrell laughed with extreme arrogance: “Yes, Snape certainly doesn’t look like a good person. With him around, who would suspect poor Professor Quirrell?”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing: “Impossible, let Snape come out, you must be accomplices! He tried to kill me during the Quidditch match!”

As Harry spoke, he subtly moved closer to Quirrell.

“Accomplices? Hahahaha, you actually think so? But in reality, only I wanted to kill you!” Quirrell’s laughter was chilling: “If it weren’t for Snape constantly muttering a counter-curse to interfere and protect your life, I could have made you fall off your flying broom in just a few seconds.”

“And if it weren’t for your friend Hermione accidentally setting Snape on fire, and he happened to bump my chin while putting out the flames, making me bite my tongue, I would have continued to curse you!”

“Harry, without Snape’s interference, I have a thousand ways to kill you at school!”

“Snape wanted to save me?”

Harry continued to approach.

“Yes, if he wasn’t worried about you, why would he referee the second match? He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t harm you again. Unfortunately, with Dumbledore there, I couldn’t do anything to you at the time. I have to say, Harry, your luck is sometimes astonishingly good… but tonight, your good luck ends here!”

Quirrell pulled a wand from his Wizard’s robe.

Harry finally got close to Quirrell.

Instantly, Harry moved. He jumped up, his left hand reaching to grab the wand in Quirrell’s hand, and his right hand preparing to punch Quirrell’s face.

But Quirrell’s reaction exceeded Harry’s expectations.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several black cloth strips surged from his Wizard’s robe, instantly binding Harry tightly.

“You actually tried to solve the fight with your fists? Truly a lowly half-blood with Muggle ancestry, but battles between Wizards should be resolved with magic.”

Quirrell shook his wand and continued: “I have to say, that fellow Chen Yu in your dormitory is quite troublesome. The spell he used in the Forbidden Forest directly shattered all the magical items on my body, including my wand. Fortunately, I had a spare wand, a trophy I once obtained from another Wizard. Although it’s not very obedient, it’s enough to deal with Little Wizards like you.”

“It was you who ambushed the Unicorn in the Forbidden Forest and injured Hagrid!”

Harry squirmed, desperately trying to break free from the cloth strips.

Quirrell still wanted to continue mocking Harry: “Yes, it was me…”

Quirrell hadn’t finished speaking, but another voice came from his body, which made his face change.

“Quir…rell, take…him to…the mirror…use…that…boy…to get…the Philosopher's Stone.”

“Yes, Master.”

Quirrell obeyed Lord Voldemort’s command, crouched down, and reached out to grab Harry.

However, as soon as his hand touched Harry, his exposed skin immediately became unbearably painful, and he instinctively recoiled his hand.

This was when Quirrell was least attentive to his surroundings.

Chen Yu, relying on Bukū-jutsu, had already stealthily infiltrated next to Quirrell.

To prevent Quirrell from noticing his presence before the ambush, he had been slowly flying with Bukū-jutsu the whole way, not making a single sound or rustle, just to achieve a flawless ambush.

Chen Yu pointed the wand in his hand at the back of Quirrell’s head and chanted: “Reducto!”

If he didn’t think that old geezer Dumbledore might be remotely monitoring this place, he would have already given Lord Voldemort a taste of the Killing Curse.

Reducto, not a Dark Arts, also had considerable offensive power.

He initially thought that one Reducto should be enough to deal with Quirrell, but he still underestimated the level of Quirrell’s defense. The turban on Quirrell’s head instantly swelled, directly blocking the Reducto.

Damn it, this purple turban was also a magical item.

Besides preventing anyone from seeing Lord Voldemort, this turban also had the effect of blocking one fatal spell.

Although the turban blocked the Reducto, Quirrell was still blown away by the explosive shockwave generated by the spell.

Chen Yu took the opportunity to use a Transfiguration Charm to release Harry from his restraints.

At the same time, the turban that had been blown open on Quirrell also revealed another face.

What a hideous and terrifying face it was.

The face was pale, the eyes elongated, with no nose or lips.

There were no nostrils, just two slits for a nose.

There were no lips, just a slit for a mouth.

At this moment, blood was flowing from Lord Voldemort’s forehead, and there were traces of a collapsed indentation where his nose should be.

It seemed Lord Voldemort hadn’t completely shrugged off his sudden spell just now.

Chen Yu carefully examined Lord Voldemort’s sunken nose. Could it be that he had blown off his nose?

It could also be from the fall, after all, he landed face-first in the Forbidden Forest that day, so losing his nose would be quite normal.