Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - Vol 2 Chapter 1823

Here is her dream!

Therefore, she is the master here.

As long as Hermione thinks, “Punching Dumbledore and kicking Voldemort” is not an impossible thing, if it is not possible, then she has to end this bad dream, no matter what way, she has had enough of it !

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of the students, she came to the front of the auditorium. Just like before, Dumbledore and Quirrell Voldemort fought fiercely. With Voldemort’s help, Quirrell suppressed Dumbledore faintly.

Green lights of the Killing Curse kept shooting out of Voldemort’s mouth, part of them hitting Dumbledore, and the other part flying into the crowd. The professors tried frantically to stop it, but the number of students was too large, and everyone was crowded one on top of the other, and every now and then someone was shot to death.

On the floor lay the corpses of many people, lying there silently. For the first time, Hermione felt the fragility of life so clearly. Many of her familiar classmates died like this. It was an extremely bad experience.

Noticing Hermione, Professor McGonagall shouted, “Get out of here!”

But Hermione was indifferent, she wanted to dominate the dream and end it all.

It seems that she felt the change in her mentality, and the dream began to change again.

Voldemort’s shrill laughter grew louder, his strength growing rapidly as the death toll surged.

“Meet death, it will only make me stronger.”

The black mist behind Quirrell’s head spread outward, and a large disproportionate pitch-black claws suddenly stretched out, followed by another, and the shadow gradually evolved into a ferocious human figure, like a **** and a demon descended into the world.

That terrifying form suddenly protruded from Quirrell’s small head, grew rapidly, and finally transformed into a terrifying shadow monster.

It is somewhat similar to Voldemort and looks more evil.

There were only two scarlet rays of light on the dead-white face, and it looked like it was wearing a suit of armor, with dangerous black spikes growing on it, and the black mist changed and twisted.

The most terrifying thing was Voldemort’s two huge palms, which were definitely not human hands, but the claws of beasts, no, not beasts, it was hard for Hermione to describe what those were, Voldemort’s palms became very large and pointed. Instead of nails, thorns tend to extend wantonly and look particularly dangerous.

Like a scorpion’s tail, Voldemort turned upside down on Quirrell’s head, and the two combined to form a new monster.

It shook the dark body and let out a shrill roar. A black light flashed, and several professors who were too late to dodge were knocked away.

Quirrell and the monster on his head launched a frantic attack on Dumbledore at the same time, and the attack method was particularly terrifying. The wand in Quirrell’s hand kept shooting all kinds of magic and death spells, and the evil deity Voldemort on his head was waving. Claws, every attack seems to tear the air to shreds.

One after another, black traces remained in the air, unable to dissipate for a long time.

“Die, die, die all!” said Voldemort mournfully. “I draw strength from death, and your weakness helps me become strong! Give up, surrender, tremble, you ridiculous There is no point in resisting.”

The battle has progressed here, and it has exceeded the scope that ordinary people can understand.

It wasn’t magic at all, or rather, wizards and magic that Hermione knew.

She hoped that this was just a dream, and that Voldemort, who was the evil deity in reality, would not be like this. She really couldn’t imagine how to defeat such a terrible monster.

Voldemort wielded his huge claws and swept the audience, the professors were quickly defeated, and finally, the two black claws closed together, holding Dumbledore only in it.

They squeezed hard, trying to crush Dumbledore. At the same time, Quirrell’s wand cast a sure-know death spell at him.

A strange voice sounded, Hokage flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air to block this mortal attack for Dumbledore. It was Phoenix Fox, which swallowed Quirrell’s Killing Curse.

Then in the firelight, it fell to the ground and quickly turned into a hairless ugly bird.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dumbledore’s wand spurted golden light, and the golden light formed a cage to trap the monster in front of him, and it let go of Dumbledore with a scream of pain.

Hermione and Dumbledore watched, she had never seen the Headmaster so miserable.

Even before, Dumbledore’s last moments, he still maintained his demeanor.

“I can’t hold on for long, boy, go get the Philosopher’s Stone in the secret room on the fourth floor.” Dumbledore said weakly, looking at Hermione, “It can only be defeated by using the power of the Philosopher’s Stone. The Philosopher’s Stone is right there Inside the Mirror of Reese, go, you are our only hope!”

……

Take the Philosopher’s Stone?

never!

Hermione didn’t want to get any Philosopher’s Stone.

She didn’t want to follow the plot of the dream anymore, it didn’t make sense, she was going to end this bad dream now, either let her end Voldemort, or let Voldemort kill her.

Hermione ignored Dumbledore and walked towards the golden cage, raising her wand towards Voldemort, feeling that her attack would defeat him, her wand shooting a flame of fire.

The flames burned towards the monster in the cage, it roared like a beast, its terrifying face twisted, its slender pupils shone with red light, and its black claws deformed the entire cage.

The flames scorched Voldemort, but could never deal lethal damage to him.

“You’re not strong enough,” Dumbledore shouted. “I’ll help you!”

He raised his wand, and a white ball of energy shot at Hermione. Hermione received a powerful influx of magic, and her flames deepened and became stronger. More and more students raised their wands, and beams of magic light flowed into Hermione’s body.

She possesses infinite power and becomes the true master. The flames glowed brightly, glowing golden light, exuding fiery temperature, and even the cage burned Voldemort to fly ashes.

“No!” Quirrell Voldemort let out a final roar, then disappeared.

The professors and other students gathered around again, ready to praise Hermione, but Hermione did not contain the flame. After Voldemort was burned to death, it continued to devour everything around it, spreading to the entire hall, and the hellish flames swept through everything.

The heat wave is rolling in and the world is shattering. Everything around, everyone, even Hermione herself, was engulfed in flames.

Although she couldn’t feel the pain, Hermione knew that this dream should end here.

She ruined everything!

The dream can no longer be maintained. When she opened her eyes again, she unexpectedly found that she had returned to the auditorium again. Four college tables were placed in front of her side by side.

Hermione was a little surprised, no, this is not the auditorium, but the kitchen of Hogwarts!

She had been here many times before at school, and next to the four house tables, along the wall was a row of brick fireplaces, where the house-elves cooked.