The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

After Harry got the Sorcerer's Stone, he immediately asked the little necromancers to leave the room.

They could see that the stone wall in front of them was constantly shaking, as well as various explosions coming from that side, all of which told them how fierce the battle between Ye Ting and Professor Quirrell was.

Harry hoped to leave here as soon as possible. He was not sure whether Ye Ting could defeat Professor Quirrell.

In their view, although Ye Ting is very strong, he is just a small necromancer and will not be Professor Quirrell's opponent - although Ye Ting has a record of defeating fire dragons and saving unicorns.

They felt that if they could leave here quickly and call the professors, they might be able to help Ye Ting.

However, when they ran to the door, the wall created by Ye Ting through shapeshifting exploded.

The powerful explosion shook them to the ground.

As the smoke and dust continued to disperse, the two confronting figures gradually became clear. Although the shorter one's clothes were a bit messy, he generally had a calm posture. This was their friend-Ye Ting.

And his opponent, Professor Quirrell~, was much more embarrassed.

His clothes were in tatters, and there were many burnt spots all over his body. His left hand was twisted unnaturally - it must have been broken.

Although it was quite miserable, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, casting a sinister look at Ye Ting.

Just then, he saw the Sorcerer's Stone in Harry's hand.

"Give it to me!" he screamed, "Give me what you have in your hand!"

Being targeted by Professor Quirrell, Harry was extremely nervous.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He put his hands behind his back and denied it.

At this time, a sharp voice spoke, and the voice was completely unlike Professor Quirrell himself.

"Let me come and talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!" Professor Quirrell said nervously.

"I still have this little strength..."

This strange scene stunned the little necromancers. They watched Quirrell raise his hand and take off the scarf on his head.

How is this going?

The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.

Harry wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Harry Potter..." he whispered.

Harry wanted to step back, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

Suddenly, a hand held him firmly.

Ye Ting came up from behind him and explained: "This is Voldemort now. Ever since he was killed by you, he has been in this half-dead state. He has to be parasitic on other people's bodies. Isn't it disgusting? Definitely, What’s even more disgusting is that sometimes, because he can’t find a suitable parasite, he has to parasitize on animals.”

The words gave Harry a shiver.

The face spoke to Harry: "Look what I've become! All that's left is shadow and vapor... I can only have form when I share a body with someone else... .But there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate a body of my own... Okay... ...Why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your hand?"

As he spoke, he moved in Harry's direction, and by the end he was basically flying away.

"Run, Harry, run towards the door." Ye Ting pushed Harry away and cast a barrier spell on Voldemort, but the opponent suddenly turned into black smoke and rose into the sky, bypassing the obstacle.

Immediately afterwards, he sprayed a black fire at Ye Ting and forced Ye Ting back.

Taking advantage of this time, the little necromancers scattered and ran away. Ye Ting waved his wand and shot several red lights in succession to cover them.

But he left out Harry Potter, intentionally or unintentionally.

Voldemort indeed saw the flaw, so he turned into black smoke and came to Harry's side.

"I've got you!" He pointed his wand at Harry and laughed wildly: "Now you're in my hands!"

With Voldemort pointing his wand at him, Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in a devil's net, unable to move at all.

At this time, even Ye Ting was on guard. He could only point his wand at Voldemort threateningly.

The scene suddenly came to a standstill.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort said fiercely: "I have always admired courage... Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then... I will kill you first. Father, he would rather die than give in and fight me bravely... Your mother actually doesn't have to die... She is trying her best to protect you... Well, give me the magic stone, don't let your mother commit suicide I will die for you."

"No! Don't even think about it!" Harry refused firmly.

On the other side, Ye Ting sneered at Voldemort: "You ugly monster, did parasitism on an animal make your brain stupid? How can you be sure that the Sorcerer's Stone is in Harry's body?"

0…Please give me flowers…

"What did you say?" Voldemort turned his head abruptly - not sure if the position of his face counted as turning back - and asked in shock: "Where is the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Definitely with the safest person," Ye Ting sneered and took out the bright red stone from his pocket, which was the magic stone.

Everyone else is stunned?

When was the magic stone transferred to Ye Ting?

Suddenly, Voldemort remembered the time when he blew open the wall. It was at that time that Ye Ting had a brief contact with Harry.

However, how can this stump the Dark Lord?

He pointed his wand at Harry again and smiled cruelly.

"Okay! The farce is over!" He looked at Ye Ting like a poisonous snake: "I admit that you are more skilled...but so what? Now...hand over the magic stone to me! Otherwise , this child will die here because of you, and when the time comes... you will be called... a murderer, and you will feel uneasy for the rest of your life."

"Don't care about me!" Harry shook his head nervously at Ye Ting: "Don't give him the magic stone!"

"Shut up, Harry Potter!" Voldemort waved his hand, and a piece of dirty cloth was stuffed into Harry's mouth.

Then, he turned to Ye Ting: "Then, make your choice, Mudblood!"

Ye Ting pretended to be struggling, then gritted his teeth and said, "You win! Dark Lord."

He picked up the Philosopher's Stone and prepared to throw it to Voldemort, but instead threw it in another direction - the direction of the Mirror of Erised.

"Go find this damn stone in the magic mirror yourself!"

"No!"

That was his hope of rebuilding his body!

Voldemort screamed and flew toward the Sorcerer's Stone.

But he was still one step late.

He could only watch helplessly as the Philosopher's Stone touched the Mirror of Erised, and then...

.......

Then it bounced away and fell to the ground.

Ye Ting simply does not have the ability to return the Magic Stone to the Mirror of Erised. He is lying.

At that moment, the anger of being fooled and the surprise of regaining the Philosopher's Stone made Voldemort tremble all over.

He reached out excitedly to the Philosopher's Stone.

However, the next second, he was engulfed by a black flame.

He didn't even say his last words, and was burned to death by the flames.

The moment the magic stone was thrown, Ye Ting thought about everything. In order to kill him in one go, he even sacrificed the magic stone and burned everything, including Quirrell, the magic stone and the Mirror of Erised. Devoured completely. .