Seeing another face growing on the back of Quirrell's head, Harry shivered again.

Why would someone have two faces, and the other one was so disgusting.

“Chen Yu!... You deserve to die!”

Lord Voldemort's face began to move, quickly transferring to Quirrell's face.

This was the second time Lord Voldemort had suffered such an insult.

The first time, all his equipment was shattered by Chen Yu's strange spell, and he fell naked from the sky, forced to flee in a panic.

The second time, a sneaky Shattering Charm from Chen Yu dented his only nasal bone.

Looking at the two enemies in front of him, Lord Voldemort wished he could tear them to pieces.

One was the person who caused him to lose his body and power, and the other was the person who made him suffer humiliation.

But the most urgent task now was not to kill them, but to use Harry to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

He knew that Dumbledore, that old immortal, would never let him get the Philosopher's Stone himself, so he could only rely on the help of others to obtain the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised.

The best candidate, of course, was Harry Potter.

Only someone who was not interested in the Philosopher's Stone could retrieve it from the Mirror of Erised; this was something Lord Voldemort had just realized.

Once he obtained the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised and regained his power, killing these two Little Wizards would be a simple matter.

Lord Voldemort stood up, gave an ugly smile, and said to Harry, “Harry, do you know who I am?”

“Vol... Lord Voldemort?”

Harry clutched the pistol hidden in his wizard's robe tightly; although this weapon might not necessarily harm Lord Voldemort, it gave him the courage to speak with Lord Voldemort.

“Yes, I am Lord Voldemort.”

Lord Voldemort nodded.

Seeing Lord Voldemort admit it, Harry immediately pulled out the pistol from his Pregnant, cocked the trigger, and aimed it at Lord Voldemort: “It really is you, you demon who murdered my parents!”

“It seems you hate me very much? Right, it seems you already know, I personally killed your parents, it is right for you to hate me.” Lord Voldemort did not take Harry's threat seriously, and continued in a hoarse voice, “Actually, I greatly admired your mother. She had a very high talent for potions. If she hadn't followed Dumbledore, joined the Order of the Phoenix, and become my mortal enemy, I would never have harmed your mother...”

“Harry...” Lord Voldemort tempted Harry with words: “Don't you want your parents to be resurrected?”

“Resurrected?”

Harry's eyes flickered; Lord Voldemort's words caught him off guard.

“Yes, look at me. I was killed by the rebounding Killing Curse. Look at what a powerful being like me has become now... only shadows and vapor remain, humbly possessing rodents. Fortunately, Quirrell allowed me to invade his mind, so I could share a body with him and briefly have a physical form. This is the miserable state of being killed by the Killing Curse.”

“After being killed by the Killing Curse, your parents' souls are constantly enduring torment. They don't have my powerful Magic, so they forever wander emptily in the limbo between life and death, unable to go to the afterlife or become ghosts, aimlessly drifting in unseen places, unable to perceive or think.”

“But I can resurrect your parents, just like me. I only need to use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to create a body for your parents after I am resurrected, and then use a spell to pull your parents' souls from the unseen place. That way, they can be resurrected.”

“So... Harry, if you want your parents to be resurrected, help me take the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised and give it to me. I swear I will never harm you or your parents again.”

Lord Voldemort's voice was extremely tempting, and Harry was almost persuaded by Lord Voldemort.

Parents?

What a distant yet intimate word.

Every lonely night, Harry always fantasized about how wonderful it would be if his parents were still alive.

His mother would make him exquisite new clothes like Mrs. Weasley, and his father would personally teach him Quidditch and boast about his past glorious achievements.

He would no longer wear his cousin Dudley's old clothes, nor would he live in a cramped cupboard under the stairs, nor would he often go hungry at home.

He would have a happy childhood, living happily with his parents until he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter at the age of 11, only then briefly parting with them.

Chen Yu didn't expect Lord Voldemort to suddenly become intelligent this time, using words to trick Harry into getting the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised.

Avada Kedavra, the victim dies instantly without leaving any wounds, not even a soul.

Unless there's a saying here about people dying into ghosts, ghosts dying into '聻', '聻' dying into 'hope', and 'hope' dying into 'Yi', otherwise being hit by the Killing Curse truly means your soul is scattered, unable to even become a ghost.

Moreover, the reason Lord Voldemort could live was because of the existence of horcruxes, which was the fundamental reason why the Killing Curse couldn't kill him.

“Harry, don't fall for it, what Lord Voldemort is saying is completely false!”

Chen Yu reached out to pull Harry, wanting him to clear his head.

But his hand passed directly through Harry's body.

Chen Yu immediately felt that something was wrong.

As Harry transformed into a cloud of black mist, the entire room was enveloped by the black mist.

Chen Yu felt a wave of discomfort in his body, dizziness, and even a burning sensation in his lungs when he breathed.

Using Occlumency to clear his emotions, the Lord Voldemort in front of him once again transformed into Quirrell's appearance.

He stood arrogantly in front of Chen Yu: “Hahahaha, Chen Yu, the Master is indeed brilliant. Just a little illusion can make you lose your direction and not know north from south.”

“Now it's too late for you to break free from the illusion. Harry has already been controlled by the Master.”

“I won't let you disturb the Master. You just need to stay obediently in the black mist. Anyway, it won't be long before you die wailing in the black mist!”

Chen Yu quickly cast a Bubblehead Charm on himself, then used a Magic Shield to block contact with the black mist.

“The Master's black mist is endless! You can't find a way to escape it!”

“As long as the Master gets his body, my body will be free again!”

“Ah, freedom! Only now does my body belong to me!”

Quirrell yelled excitedly, perhaps having been with Lord Voldemort for too long, he was now somewhat deranged.

Chen Yu put on his sling ring, then pushed hard, unleashing the Winds of Watoomb.

The Winds of Watoomb can use the power of wind to form a protective shield in a certain area, which can not only blow away dust but also isolate people.

Chen Yu wanted to blow away the surrounding black mist. Although, as Chen Yu expected, some of the surrounding black mist was blown away by the power of the Winds of Watoomb, it was surprising that he didn't see any pillars around.

This shouldn't be. He clearly remembered the size of this room. Unless the black mist contained the power of the Undetectable Extension Charm, expanding the entire space, otherwise, with this attack, he should have seen walls or pillars after the black mist dispersed.

The more critical the moment, the less Chen Yu could panic.

All spells require a wizard to maintain their existence with Magic, otherwise they will lose their effect.

Even if Lord Voldemort absorbed Unicorn blood and regained some power.

But according to Quirrell, he should be trying to control Harry now.

Since he had left Quirrell, a soul-only Lord Voldemort shouldn't have that much Magic to maintain the effect of the Undetectable Extension Charm.

Unless, it was this seemingly arrogant Quirrell who was maintaining the existence of the black mist.

It was Quirrell using his own Magic to support the Undetectable Extension Charm and the black mist.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu's eyes lit up. He split into nine clones, each holding an M61 Vulcan cannon.

Looking at the spinning metal gun barrels, Quirrell remembered his helpless appearance when facing countless bullets in the Forbidden Forest.

“No! Chen Yu, Chen Yu, don't be impulsive, there's still room for discussion...”

“We can serve the Dark Lord together. As long as Lord Voldemort regains his power, you and I will be second only to him.”

Facing the threat of the Vulcan cannons, Quirrell no longer had his previous arrogance.

Ten Chen Yus shook their heads simultaneously, rejecting Quirrell's proposal at the same time.

“Quirrell, I'm not interested in being some Grand Eunuch. How many divisions does Lord Voldemort have? Go ahead and feel what 'truth is only within range' means, then roll to hell!”

“Da da da da!”