Vizette's vision blurred, and he found himself in a room that was almost as dilapidated as the street, with countless shards of broken glass and a few melted candies scattered around.
A handsome young man looked down at the blood-soaked child, muttering rude and indistinct curses.
"You're a complete waste! How can you do nothing right? That woman ran away, why didn't you stop her? Huh? Damn it! Damn it!"
The child, covered in blood, trembled and wept continuously, yet dared not resist.
Vizette strode forward, but passed right through the young man and the blood-soaked child.
The young man turned to look at him, a cruel smile on his face. "Vizette, it's no use... he can't hear you!"
"This is Quirinus's past! He was abandoned by both his parents in just one night. Can you understand that feeling?"
Vizette gritted his teeth, looking at the mess on the ground, and suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had told him:
"When he's stuck in the past and can't get out of it, you have to let Quirrell see the beauty of the present... see what he's striving for, what he's persevering for!"
Vizette spread out his hands, and a golden light appeared in them, transforming his emotions into a chocolate frog that exuded a sweet aroma.
The chocolate frog hopped towards the child, attracting the child's attention, and the room seemed to shake.
"It works!" Vizette was thrilled and continued to use this method to create even more chocolate frogs.
Driven by curiosity, the child finally grabbed a chocolate frog and tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth.
His eyes lit up, and the bloodstains on his body gradually disappeared as he transformed into a dark wizard's robe.
The young man's eyes widened. "What did you do to him?"
Vizette smiled. "I showed Professor Quirrell what's good now. See! He's different from you! You're fixated on Headmaster Dumbledore, but Professor Quirrell isn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, the child in the wizard's robe stood up, rushed towards the young man, and headbutted him, slamming him against the wall!
Rumble...
The room in front of them suddenly shattered, and a magnificent castle stood before them—Hogwarts Castle.
In front of Hogwarts Castle stood a large circle of people, surrounding two students in the center, their faces contorted with malice.
It was still that incredibly handsome young man; he still looked down at the bleeding child, his foot pressing down on the chest.
"What's wrong? Why are you so weak? Don't you spend all your time reading books? Where did you learn all your magic? Show me how you cast it!"
Vizette spread his hands, and the golden light in them transformed into a notebook, which was a notebook from Quirrell's private lessons.
The notebook soared like a diving seagull, plunging into the bloodied chest of the child.
The child picked up the notebook, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly swung his wand, unleashing a gust of wind that sent the young man flying into the air!
...
Hogwarts Castle vanished in a flash, and the greenery on the lawn grew and expanded, transforming into a dark forest in the blink of an eye.
It was still that blood-soaked child, kneeling before a snake, murmuring barely audible words.
It was still that incredibly handsome young man; he nodded repeatedly, "Yes! That's right! I will help you get everything! I will open up everything you have..."
Vizette opened his palm again, revealing a wand—Professor Quirrell's wand.
He hurled the wand, and the bloodied child reached out and grabbed it, a strange glint in his eyes. "Voldemort! I will not yield to you! Fire a barrage!"
With that, he waved his wand, conjuring a string of firebirds that set the young man and the dark forest ablaze.
...
The young man began to change, sometimes resembling Vizette, and sometimes reverting to Voldemort's snake face.
Voldemort retreated continuously, gradually losing his human form and transforming into a cloud of black and gold mist, returning to the Soul Labyrinth.
A bright, flawless white light, mixed with gold, shifted and transformed into the shape of Vizette. "Voldemort! It's time to settle this!"
As a witness, he watched Voldemort manipulate Quirrell's memories, digging out the most painful parts to accelerate the process of devouring him.
Facing all of this filled Vizette with unspeakable rage. He didn't want to say anything more to Voldemort; his mind was filled with only one thing he wanted to do: to completely eliminate Voldemort!
As if responding to his thoughts, the book "The Wizard's Practical Guide" suddenly appeared, its pages turning back and forth, and countless ancient magical powers overflowing and attaching themselves to the labyrinth.
The entire labyrinth, empowered by ancient magical forces, trembled violently, as if it had been enlightened and could respond to Vizette's thoughts.
The trembling labyrinth began to collapse, yet it also began to be constantly rebuilt and reshaped, transforming into a gleaming suit of armor.
The goddess statue in the center of the maze seemed to come alive; she absorbed the golden light emanating from Vizette, the golden light from the bottle of Christmas present.
The goddess statue gently flicked the moon in her hand, and the moon rose up, transforming into the breastplate in the center of the armor.
Vizette sensed the call from the armor and immediately entered the breastplate.
The entire armor was enveloped and filled with silver-blue light, transforming into a colossal armored giant that uttered Vizette's voice: "Voldemort! Let's settle this!"
Before Voldemort could respond, the armored giant had already moved, making a thunderous roar as he punched Voldemort repeatedly.
Voldemort was battered like molten iron under the hammer, with golden and black sparks flying everywhere, and his size was constantly shrinking.
At first, he could still make some sounds, but as the black mist shrank, the sounds became weaker and weaker...
The light containing Dumbledore's will arrived last, and he looked at everything before him in astonishment.
Watching the armored giant swing his fist, constantly unleashing bright silver-blue light, gradually eroding Voldemort.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he murmured, "Ancient magical power... So Vizette is the current Guardian! No wonder he can wield the Eye of Magic! No wonder his talent is so astonishing!"
...
Accompanied by a phoenix cry that delighted even the soul, Vizette slowly opened his eyes.
He was indeed very pleased with himself, the feeling of grinding Voldemort down with each punch making him a little giddy.
In the process of defeating Voldemort, he absorbed a few bits of knowledge.
This knowledge was extremely crucial, concerning Voldemort's understanding of the soul and the body.
Even if Vizette still could not master this knowledge, he could store it up and try to understand it slowly.
Having resolved the Voldemort crisis, he had much more time and could live and study in an orderly manner.
Having figured this out, Vizette snapped out of his daze and quickly helped Quirrell, who was struggling to his feet, asking with concern, "Professor Quirrell, are you alright?"
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