"Human desires are changing at any time, right?" Wang Yao turned his head slightly and said to Voldemort. The tone of his conversation with his old friend stunned Voldemort.

Wang Yao continued: "Harry saw his parents. If his parents were really resurrected, he would see another scene in the mirror. Ron saw himself becoming the president of the student union, holding the Quidditch trophy. When he really got all this, what kind of change would happen in the mirror? Human desires will change. And Eris can show his current desire."

"Do you know what I saw in the mirror?" Wang Yao turned around, and his actions made Qiluo quickly put his wand back. Ignoring his little movements, Wang Yao smiled mysteriously: "I saw a friend, and he said something to me."

"What did you say?" It was probably within reach. Surprisingly, Voldemort developed a hint of curiosity and couldn't help asking.

"He said two things. The first one was a joke, meaning: Dumbledore had two brothers, Dumbledore and Dumbley just right..." Wang Yao glanced at Harry, who was whispering a little pain, covered his forehead and climbed up from the ground. He hesitated a little, picked up a piece of robes and rags from the ground and wrapped them around his waist, as a fig leaf.

Voldemort would have been wrong and explained: "He was fine, he fell to the steps and fell into a coma. If you handed me the Philosopher's Stone, I can let you and Harry Potter go."

Wang Yao shook his head and smiled, and raised his two fingers: "The second thing..."

"He asked me to... beat you, a guy who is not human, ghost, nostrils!" Wang Yao suddenly let out a loud shout, a ball of dust splashed on the spot, instantly turning into a afterimage, rushed to Qiluo, and punched it, with a bitter fist wind, and hit Voldemort's chin heavily!

With a click, Qiluo's body was hit by the huge force and rushed off the ground. Because he used too much force to swing his fist, Wang Yao spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, but his movements did not stop. He reached out to grab it, grabbed Qiluo's ankle in front of him, and swung it up and smashed it to the ground.

Bang!

The sound of a sour body raked, and a large cloud of dust burst out on the ground that had not been moved for a long time. Before it was finished, Wang Yao swung Qilu again, and smashed Qilu's body repeatedly on the ground like a wheel of rice. The crazy momentum almost stunned Harry, who had just woken up.

Bang!

Throwing Qiluo, who became a pool of mud, on the ground. Wang Yao smashed it mercilessly, Qiluo was left with only one breath.

He forcibly resisted the urge to collapse to the ground. Just the few actions just now almost exhausted all his strength, and the wound of his body collapsed again.

"While being so powerful and so fragile," Wang Yao sighed. Without any defense, wizards are not more difficult to deal with than ordinary people.

"What are you looking at? Don't you know me anymore?" Wang Yao waved to Harry who had climbed up weakly, and then found that his fig leaf had fallen off at some point, and he returned to his state of no trace. His old face turned red, and he pulled over Qi Luo's black robe and tied it around his waist.

The next moment, Harry ran over quickly, his eyes pounced on Wang Yao's arms with a slightly red look.

"Hiss... Be gentle, I'm almost exhausted." Wang Yao knocked Harry on the head and smiled helplessly. If Harry knocked down, he would be thrown away.

Harry then quickly pushed away a few steps, straightened his round-framed glasses that were touched, and his pretty little face was apologized. "I'm sorry Wang Yao... have you escaped from Azkaban?!"

"Uh... That's right." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yao chose to conceal Dumbledore's plan. As the core of the plan, Harry must not know the plan.

"Is what they said... true? Are you a Death Eater?" Harry hesitated and asked out his inner questions.

"Have you seen a Death Eater who beat Voldemort half to death." Wang Yao bounced Harry's forehead and signaled him to see the muddy Kiro and Voldemort behind him.

Harry was embarrassed to scratch his messy black hair, and his green eyes were curious: "Is he dead?"

"Not yet, it's up to you next." Wang Yao said, and casually stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into Harry's pocket.

"Don't?" Harry pointed at himself, disbelief.

"Well, press your hand on his face and you will successfully destroy Voldemort."

Harry hesitated when he heard this, which was unreliable. Out of trust in Wang Yao, he chose to believe it.

"It's finally over..." Wang Yao sighed when he saw Harry walk out of Qiluo, who had more energy and less energy. When Voldemort was destroyed, he was also when he returned to reality.

I spent nearly two months in Harry Potter, and a lot of things happened, gained a lot, and regrets a lot. I originally planned to stay for a year, but I didn't expect the plot to end in just two months. I harvested three kinds of blood, and my strength doubled compared to before, which was a bumper harvest. If I could stay here, I would definitely gain more.

Wang Yao originally wanted to ask Harry to deal with Voldemort after getting the Dragon Blood and Phoenix Blood, but he was afraid that it would change later. Voldemort was opposite. If he delayed, he might cause another disaster. It would be better to fight quickly.

"We will meet again, little Harry." Wang Yao murmured, suppressing his reluctance.

It's just the next time, I don't know when it will be. It's soon, or forever... it won't be.

Suddenly, Wang Yao sent something, and an extremely ominous premonition arose in his heart. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted that he could not help but rush towards Harry!

Harry turned around in a daze when he heard the shout behind him.

"Do not!" Wang Yao shouted, pushing Harry away, but he didn't have time to avoid it. He watched the air fluctuations flying from Quirrell, silently passing through his shoulders.

A bloodline appeared on the right shoulder, and the next moment... the whole arm fell to the top.

In an instant, Wang Yao's face turned pale and bloodless. He knelt on the ground, and a painful hum like a beast roar appeared in his throat!

"Wang Yao!" Harry looked anxious and wanted to step forward.

"Don't worry about me!" Dou Das sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and Wang Yao's teeth tightened and squeezed out his voice. "Hurry up! Go and solve him!"

"Quick!" The pain of the broken arm made Wang Yao unbearable, and he roared like an venting roar, echoing in the hall.

As I left, I suddenly suffered a serious change!

Harry stood there for a second, then reacted, turned around and ran towards Voldemort without hesitation, pressing his hands against the eyes of Quirrell, staring at him resentfully.

Blue smoke rose, and Qiluo let out a shrill scream, but suddenly there was no sound. This situation happened several times on Wang Yao, and he was imposed on the silent curse.

"Faced with reality." Voldemort's voice sounded, and he shut up his servant with his remaining magic. He said to Wang Yao.

"There is no absolute good or evil in the world. The only difference lies in the strong and the weak who cannot distinguish the facts."

Qilu's body shattered into countless pieces, and turned into powder as soon as it landed. Her clothes lost their support and softened them, covering the dust on the ground.

Voldemort's voice was still echoing in the sky.

"The reason why the weak is a weak person is because he does not have the heart to become a strong person by any means. You are a strong person, but you can't tell the truth."

The sound weakens until it disappears...
Chapter completed!