By noon, Harry opened the Marauder's Map and saw Quirrell positioned unmistakably at the end of the fourth floor.
Harry figured Quirrell must have already entered the final chamber. He had likely been stuck in front of the Mirror of Erised all morning, scratching his head and getting nowhere.
Originally, Harry hadn't planned on interfering with Voldemort. After all, this was his only chance to trick Dumbledore and steal the Philosopher's Stone. If he failed now, it would be his last opportunity. Once Dumbledore returned, his sharp instincts would surely lead him to suspect Quirrell.
So whether Voldemort succeeded or not, he would have to flee Hogwarts before Dumbledore came back.
Harry figured he could just sit tight and wait for Voldemort to run off on his own. That way, the school would be clean—no hidden ticking time bombs—and he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort pulling any stunts.
But… letting him get away that easily didn't sit right.
He'd spent the whole year keeping an eye on the guy. Letting him walk off now—who was going to compensate him for that mental damage?
As the biggest beneficiary of the Philosopher's Stone, Harry felt it only right to at least say hello to Voldemort. The Dark Lord had squatted in Hogwarts for a whole year trying to come back to life, had to possess a cowardly stammerer, and endure bullying from students. The whole experience could've made for a tragic spy novel.
Harry quietly slipped into the fourth floor corridor.
The path was completely unobstructed—Voldemort had already dismantled all the enchantments.
The old Dark Lord planted the trees, and Harry enjoyed the shade.
But when Harry approached the final door, he stopped abruptly. Though there was nothing visible before him, he felt someone was there.
The sensation was no different from seeing someone with his own eyes—just a different method of perception.
Relying on his powerful soul, Harry immediately detected the presence.
What he sensed was a turbulent mass of fire elements thick in the air.
Harry wasn't unfamiliar with this feeling—he'd felt it before around Dumbledore.
Dumbledore naturally possessed an extraordinary affinity with fire elements. Unfortunately, like Hermione, he had no awareness of such forces and couldn't sense them in the slightest.
Harry waved toward the air, offering a casual greeting.
Moments later, Dumbledore's figure slowly materialized like ripples in water.
His eyes were full of surprise.
He had no idea how he'd been discovered. Was it the cologne he'd used today?
But he was more inclined to believe it had something to do with Harry's unique qualities…
Dumbledore raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.
Harry was puzzled. Dumbledore didn't seem to be asking him to leave, which was odd.
Since Dumbledore was back, and still here, then he must know who that self-admiring man was inside the chamber.
Why wasn't he telling Harry to get lost?
Well, since Dumbledore hadn't said anything, Harry stayed. He'd come to see Voldemort anyway.
He had hoped to get in a stab or two if the opportunity arose. But now that Dumbledore was here and ready, Voldemort wasn't going to fare well.
Harry hadn't expected the old man to return so soon, and Voldemort clearly had no clue—still naively thinking Dumbledore had been thoroughly fooled.
Harry decided to kick back and enjoy the show.
…
Two voices trickled faintly into his ears—one pleading and desperate, the other hoarse and harsh.
"…Master… now…"
"…old fox… damn him… too late… no way…"
…
Then came a long silence—probably another round of failed attempts.
Dumbledore tightened his grip on his long wand.
Harry knew the old man was about to strike.
The door swung open. Dumbledore dashed inside with the fluid motion of someone who had barged in on cheaters countless times.
His powerful voice rang out: "Incendio Maxima!"
Quirrell's panicked shout followed: "Protego Totalum!"
…
Harry munched imaginary melon as he thought to himself: "Seriously? Grown men acting like preschoolers yelling out their move names. What is this, Saint Seiya?"
"If I were Dumbledore, I'd go full stealth mode, teleport right up to him, hit him with a burst of dark magic, then execute a clean finisher—leave Voldemort no room to breathe."
Inside the chamber, magic flared again and again. Dumbledore's voice remained thunderous, while Quirrell's gradually weakened.
No surprise—Quirrell was already in bad shape thanks to Voldemort's parasitism.
Harry leaned forward and peeked inside just in time to see a bolt of blue light strike Quirrell in the chest. He collapsed to the ground, unmoving.
Voldemort burst from Quirrell's body, transforming into a faint black mist and attempting to escape.
He glanced hatefully at Dumbledore as if silently promising: I'll be back.
Dumbledore hadn't expected this twist. He quickly cast a spell—crimson flames burst up in a ring, surrounding the chamber. But the moment the fire touched the black smoke, it shrank.
Voldemort laughed coldly and darted toward the door.
Dumbledore stood frozen, helpless.
The moment Voldemort burst out of the chamber, he saw a cute, dashing blue-eyed boy standing there.
It's him! It's him! My arch-nemesis—Harry Potter!
Voldemort seethed with hatred. If not for this child ten years ago, he'd have already conquered the world.
Eyes full of vengeance, he hurled himself straight at Harry.
He didn't even think about what he could actually do.
But Harry remained calm. Just as Voldemort was about to pass through him, Harry suddenly became a radiant beacon—at least, in Voldemort's eyes.
Light particles exploded outward. Voldemort, like a moth to flame, flew right into his demise.
His terrified scream echoed—but it changed nothing.
The Dark Lord who ruled the wizarding world with terror for a decade was, in that moment, no more significant than Peeves.
That last sliver of darkness was absorbed into the light.
Voldemort—gone.
Dumbledore stood in stunned silence, watching the scene.
What… just happened?
Voldemort… was dead?
That was all it took to kill him? My god, I wasn't even ready!
His thoughts were an emotional hurricane.
He was also deeply curious about the white light that had emanated from Harry—but Harry just looked up at him innocently.
Really? You're going to play dumb now? Acting all serene earlier and now pretending to be shocked? Please.
Dumbledore decided it was time to tell Harry some stories—about his parents, about the Horcruxes. He had originally planned to wait a few more years, until Harry was older.
But now he realized that Harry might truly be Voldemort's nemesis—and Voldemort was already desperate to return.
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