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When the wand "touched" Voldemort's face, a huge energy exploded instantly, and countless purple lightnings instantly set off a thunderstorm in the hall.

The wind was strong and the purple snakes were dancing wildly.

The three little ones who were hiding behind the trench and looking at the hall through the gap swallowed subconsciously, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar partner in the middle of the hall who was like a demon.

In the corner of the hall, Dumbledore, holding a wand and observing invisibly, had a bright light in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Remy, who had just learned magic, could confront Voldemort head-on and win!

Although Voldemort is now weaker than in his heyday, and although Voldemort can move and engage in guerrilla warfare, how old is Remy?And Remy uses entry-level magic!

Not to mention that Remy wasted a lot of magic power due to lack of control when fighting Voldemort.

Dumbledore saw clearly just now that during the confrontation between the two, all Voldemort's magic was concentrated in his hand and converted into a killing curse through his wand to attack Remy.

And Remy... there wasn't a pore in his body that stopped leaking magic power, especially when he was close to Voldemort, his whole body leaked like a sieve.

But even so, Remy still won the head-on confrontation with Voldemort!

"It seems I need to adjust my follow-up plan." Dumbledore thought.

Remy can suppress Voldemort head-on now, let alone in the future.

With Remy here, what else would he do to train Harry?

Even if it is not yet clear why Voldemort will not die, and even Remy cannot kill Voldemort, as long as he keeps beating Voldemort to death, beating him for decades will eventually kill Voldemort, right?

If not decades, then hundreds of years!

Remy is Nico Flamel's apprentice!

The Sorcerer's Stone will definitely be his in the future, and he can even create the Sorcerer's Stone himself!

Just as Dumbledore was thinking about the future with a bewildered smile on his lips, in the corner of the hall, black air emerged from Quirrell's body, which was paralyzed on the ground, and converged into a blurry figure.

He took a deep look at Remy, then turned into streaks of black energy and rushed into the wall and disappeared.

Remy calmly looked at the place where Voldemort disappeared. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the area between the eyes and mouth of the shadow just now was somewhat sunken, which perfectly matched the area he had just hit with the stick.

"It's okay to be hit by an armor-piercing bullet, but it's okay to be knocked unconscious by magic."

"This little brat is really thick-skinned!"

Dumbledore, who had just walked to Remy's side, suddenly twitched his lips when he heard Remy's muttering.

"Your fainting place is the most unlike magic I have ever seen in my life... I suggest you give it a new name and don't call it magic." Dumbledore said.

"What? Is it embarrassing for magic?" Remy raised his eyebrows and waved his wand: "Did I use a wand to cast it? Did I use it to hurt Voldemort?"

Dumbledore:  …

With a subtle sigh, Dumbledore patted Remy on the shoulder: "Can you tell me what happened here? When I first arrived, I saw you beating Professor Quirrell with a stick... That's it. Did the black energy control Professor Quirrell? Do you think it is Voldemort? I don’t think Voldemort looks like that. Did you find any interesting evidence?"

"Wand!" Remy corrected: "Also, I don't believe you just arrived."

With a slight snort, Remy turned around, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran towards the undamaged camera.

"It doesn't seem easy to fool...but these three should be fine."

Seeing the three Harrys walking over with their heads lowered and looking guilty, Dumbledore decided to regain some ground with them.

A round of carrots and sticks not only affirmed the bravery of the three, but also gave them a beating. Looking at the three who nodded obediently, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

"Remy, come here, I will take you to see the treasure you want to protect... which is the magic stone that originally belonged to your teacher." Dumbledore said.

Remy sat on the ground and waved his hands without raising his head: "I'm watching a movie. If I don't go, I'll be tired of watching that stuff."

Dumbledore:  …

I haven't even seen the Philosopher's Stone a few times, and you actually said you're tired of seeing it?

So Versailles?

"Okay, you three come with me...but I won't help you solve the last level of the puzzle. You need to solve it yourself."

Dumbledore said as he led the three people into the passage. During the whole process, no one paid attention to the dead troll in the corner of the hall.

Death is silent.

It may not even have been killed by Quirrell, because its body was covered in charred black marks left by lightning. Maybe it was still alive but was struck to death by lightning.

click~

After removing the videotape and carefully checking that it was not damaged, Remy breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put it into a box and put it away.

This thing has other uses, and it’s very useful!

After taking a look at the trenches and the "criminal evidence" in the trenches, just when Remy was hesitant to destroy them to eliminate the evidence, Dumbledore had already returned with Harry and the others laughing.

Glancing lightly at Remy, whose face was clearly troubled, and Harry, who was nervous again, Dumbledore smiled and pushed up his glasses.

"This situation is quite special. I will not hold you responsible for violating school rules." Dumbledore said.

Harry and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, with smiles on their faces again.

"This is not just a violation of school rules. Principal Dumbledore, you seem to have no power... wuwuwu?"

"Shut up!" x3

Covering Remy's mouth with all his hands, Harry smiled awkwardly at Dumbledore.

"Principal, is this matter completely over? Let's go back and rest first," Harry said.

"Well, it's really getting late. Go back and rest...if you can sleep." Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile. After speaking, his figure disappeared instantly.

Call ~

I don't know who raised the head, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Remy - who's hand just covered his nose.

After a while, they looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"Let's go back," Remy said.

Ron pointed to the trench hesitantly: "Then these things..."

"These have been exposed, do you still want to take them away? Besides, they are just ordinary firearms, nothing to worry about." Remy said.

"Oh yes, I remember you said you wanted to make magic guns, right? Can you then..."

"That's for sure! I'll definitely give it to you to play with when the time comes!"

"A word is settled!"

"Don't go back on your word!"

"I am looking forward!"

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