Chapter 272

Then Snape waved his wand again, levitating the unconscious Harry, and took them both out of the fire door. They walked through several rooms in succession, were placed on brooms by Snape, and flew out from the trapdoor.

A tambourine was shaking beside Fluffy, keeping the big dog in a deep sleep.

They were brought outside the corridor, and then Tom saw Hermione and Ron, who were also tied up in a bundle.

"I ran into him just as I came out..." Hermione's face was covered in tear stains, clearly terrified.

"Go, you few," Snape said, levitating the still-sleeping Ron as well, while grabbing Tom and Hermione with his other hand, "I've said it before, if you wander around in the middle of the night again, I will expel you all! I mean what I say!"

"What a display of power, Professor Snape..."

Just then, a sarcastic voice came from a shadow in the corridor.

"Who?" Snape pushed Tom and Hermione away and turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

"Stupefy!" A red light hit Snape, knocking him unconscious.

That person walked out of the shadows, "Tom, you got the Sorcerer's Stone and brought Harry. You did well."

Hermione widened her eyes, looking at the person in front of her, "Quirrell, Professor Quirrell! Your stutter..."

"Oh, s-s-s-sorry, M-M-Miss G-G-Granger, that was a t-t-trick, a t-t-trick to fool you all..." Quirrell said with no small amount of pride, "After all, with that big fool Snape blocking the way, who would notice poor Professor Quirrell?"

"You... why?" Hermione was shocked.

But Tom was not particularly surprised. That day in the Forbidden Forest, he had already found the other party's voice familiar. There were only so many professors in the school; after a little elimination, he knew who it was.

Quirrell wanted to say something else, but suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the back of his head, "Don't waste time! Get the Sorcerer's Stone! Take that boy!"

"Yes, yes, Master." The pride on Quirrell's face immediately turned into panic. He came to Tom in a panic, raised his arm, and pried the Sorcerer's Stone from his tightly clenched hand, "Master, the Sorcerer's Stone! I have the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"Take Harry Potter!"

"Yes, okay, Master."

Quirrell said, trying to pull Harry up, but as soon as his hand touched the other party, he screamed as if burned by fire, and blisters instantly appeared, "Master, I, I can't touch him!"

"Use magic, you fool!"

Quirrell used the Levitation Charm to float Harry, but Tom suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Harry tightly.

"Let go!" Quirrell pointed his wand at Tom.

The latter remained unmoved.

"Take him with you!" the hoarse voice commanded.

Hermione also lunged forward at this time, trying to block the two boys, but Quirrell knocked her unconscious with a Stupefy spell, "Master, should I..."

However, Tom made a wailing sound, glaring at him fiercely.

"Forget it, hurry up! Don't waste time!"

Quirrell used two brooms to lift Harry and Tom, then cast Disillusionment Charms on everyone one by one, finally controlling them with magic. He himself got on a broom, rushed out from the window above the corridor, and flew toward the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort hadn't taught Quirrell flight magic yet, and Hogwarts couldn't be Apparated into, so he could only take people away this way.

But although the method was clumsy, it was still very effective. Before long, Quirrell brought everyone to a clearing in the Forbidden Forest.

A circle of warning traps had been set up here with magic, and nothing dared to break in.

Having left Hogwarts, Apparition was no longer restricted. Quirrell took out a Portkey and controlled Tom and Harry's fingers to grab it. He also grabbed the Portkey, and suddenly, they disappeared from the spot.

In a graveyard, the figures of Quirrell and the two boys appeared.

In the center of the graveyard, a large cauldron was boiling, and there was also a potion-making table, where a potion seemed to be brewing in the crucible.

Quirrell put Harry and Tom down, and the voice from the back of his head was excited, "Quick, quick, brew the potion for me!"

Quirrell placed the Sorcerer's Stone on the potion-making table first, then added various medicinal materials into the crucible and began brewing the Immortality Potion.

At the same time, he also began adding some materials into the large cauldron.

"Go get that boy's blood!" Voldemort commanded, "I want to use his blood to brew the Resurrection Potion."

Quirrell took out a knife and approached Harry.

Tom suddenly blocked him. He pointed to his own mouth; he was still being controlled by Snape's spell and could not speak.

"Release his magic," Voldemort commanded.

Quirrell did as he was told, "Finite Incantatem."

"Cough, cough," Tom made a sound, "Where is this?!"

"Ah, Tom..." Voldemort seemed to find it interesting and actually answered him, "This is where you were born. Do you see that old house in the distance? That is the Riddle house, your father, old Tom, lived there."

"And your mother also lived nearby."

"I don't remember any of what you're saying," Tom said, stepping backward as he spoke.

Escape, he must escape.

He still had a spare wand given to him by Professor McGonagall, and the spell sealing his mouth had been lifted, so perhaps he could attack Quirrell.

But unfortunately, he couldn't get the Portkey from Quirrell's hand, and he didn't know how to get back to Hogwarts from here, but he didn't want to sit and wait for death; at the very least, he couldn't let Harry die here.

"Ah, that's right, you haven't retrieved your memories yet," Voldemort said, "However, you did well, I can reward you. Give me the notebook."

Tom had the notebook with him. After all, before entering the trapdoor, he had indeed thought about handing Harry over, but now, his thoughts had changed.

However, this was an opportunity.

"Do you really want me to be resurrected too?" Tom asked.

"Of course, you are me, you will be my best partner," Voldemort said, "We can use the blood from this boy to be resurrected. This way, no matter what kind of power he has, we can also obtain it; we will be even more powerful than in the past."

Tom's expression shifted, and he hesitated, "Then can you, not kill him?"

Voldemort was silent for a long while before saying: "He is our enemy. Harry Potter must die!"

"You don't really think of him as a friend, do you?"

Tom looked at Quirrell in front of him, and suddenly his shoulders relaxed, "Of course not, I just think it's a bit troublesome. I'll give you the notebook, let me recover my memories first."

As he spoke, Tom reached into his robes and slowly pulled out the notebook.

At the same time, he also slowly pulled out the snakewood wand he had hidden behind the notebook. Suddenly, he threw the notebook at Quirrell and raised the snakewood wand, "Expelliarmus!"

However, Quirrell reacted much faster than he had expected, and a golden light shield blocked Tom's attack.

Then the other party flicked his wand again, disarmed him, and added a Petrification Curse, leaving him frozen on the spot.

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted, "Weakling! Have you acted for so long that you've started to believe it yourself? I have to admit that the younger me made a good plan, only splitting off that piece of soul to create you, but unfortunately, you don't seem to want to be controlled."

He picked up the notebook, "But it doesn't matter, I will correct you back. Haven't you always wanted those lost memories?"

"Now, I will give them all to you."

He recited a few spells and lifted the magic he had previously cast on the notebook.

"Take one last look at this world, Lucas. When you wake up, you will be Tom Riddle."

After speaking, Quirrell pressed Tom's hand onto the notebook, then tapped it with his wand.

Suddenly, Tom was swallowed by a tsunami of memories.

(End of chapter)