Chapter 92: Facing and Sowing Discord

Allen entered the room for the second time; familiar flames appeared behind and before him, the bottles on the table were arranged in the same order as just now, and the logic puzzle on the parchment had not changed.

Allen did not know why the level designer had designed it this way, but now he had an extra choice—whether to face Professor Quirrell and Voldemort?

Regarding this choice, Allen felt extremely conflicted and hesitant in his heart.

He was very clear about Professor Quirrell's strength, let alone adding a Voldemort of unknown strength.

And he and Harry were definitely unable to defeat Professor Quirrell.

If he continued forward, his probability of survival could be described as certain death.

But Harry had already gone in; what would he face?

Allen suddenly felt a heaviness in his heart; he could not imagine Harry's upcoming ordeal, and his mind suddenly became anxious.

He thought of the incident on Halloween again; he felt the unease in his heart suddenly lessen greatly, and he made up his mind to continue forward to help Harry.

"I have always been protected by the bravest person!" Allen said softly to himself, "This life is so, and the previous life even more so!"

"Now it is my turn to stand up bravely!"

Allen's eyes became firm; he decided to face Professor Quirrell.

He took off his mask and drank the potion in the smallest bottle in one gulp.

It was indeed like ice, instantly penetrating his entire body.

He put down the bottle and walked forward.

He summoned his courage, saw the black flames licking his body, but he felt nothing; then he smoothly arrived on the other side and entered the last room.

Upon entering the room, the first image Allen saw was Harry floating stiffly in mid-air, while a person was taking a red stone out of his pocket...

Allen was absolutely certain that the red stone was the Philosopher's Stone, and he also knew that person was Professor Quirrell.

Allen prepared to cast the Petrification Spell on that person.

At this moment, a voice sounded; the voice was cold and shrill, and the voice made Allen feel as if he were falling into an ice cave...

"Ah! Have you come to witness my victory? Allen!" the cold, shrill voice was mixed with sneering laughter.

Allen was very familiar with this voice; he knew that was Voldemort.

That person gradually approached Allen; he walked very awkwardly, as if someone were walking backward...

Allen finally saw that person's appearance clearly, and that person also saw Allen's appearance clearly...

Allen was so startled that he gasped for air, and a look of surprise was also on Voldemort's face.

Because both of them had flat noses, with nostrils that were two thin slits...

What surprised Allen was that he saw Voldemort's face was growing on the back of Professor Quirrell's head...

He thought of the incident that happened on the eve of Halloween again, and his heart sank completely...

"Allen, you always surprise me!" Voldemort said in a cold, shrill voice.

Harry, who was floating in mid-air, had the spell lifted at this time; he looked at the two people who were talking with surprise.

"It seems we are the same kind of people; even our appearances are so similar. I admire you even more, Allen!" Voldemort added.

"Do you know each other?" Harry looked at Allen with a gaze of doubt and suspicion,

"Yes! Didn't Allen tell you? He has been working for me all this year; he is my most capable assistant!" Voldemort, as if he had discovered something amusing, spoke out to sow discord.

"Shut up!" Allen waved his wand and cast the Petrification Spell on Voldemort, but the Petrification Spell was blocked by a layer of invisible armor.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Are you angry and ashamed? Having had your thoughts exposed by me, did you forget how you sold out your friends in front of me back then?" Voldemort continued to sow discord.

Harry's gaze toward Allen changed completely; Allen wanted to open his mouth to explain, but the chill in his heart kept appearing, leaving him with words he could not speak.

And this behavior, in Harry's eyes, was the behavior of stammering and tacitly admitting.

Harry slowly retreated backward; his wand pointed remotely at Allen and Professor Quirrell; his actions had already indicated everything...

"Harry, it is not as you imagine!" Allen said in a sorrowful voice; he was furious at Voldemort's baseness.

And Harry remained unmoved; his face was so gloomy it seemed water would drip from it; the way he looked at Allen was as if he were looking at a stranger...

"If you want to kill, then kill! Why slander me like this?" Allen said angrily to Voldemort.

"You should know that I have always admired you; you have made such a great contribution to my resurrection; what reward do you want?" Voldemort continued to mock Allen; he seemed to enjoy this scene of friends turning against each other.

Allen waved his own wand angrily, but his spells were all blocked by the invisible armor surrounding Professor Quirrell...

"How about you continue to stay at Hogwarts as my inside man? Continue to help me carry out this great cause."

"When I return and regain control of the Wizarding World, your merit will be unmatched by anyone; at that time, I will reward you well. Consider it, Allen!" Voldemort said in a seductive voice.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell also spoke: "Allen, do not hesitate; quickly accept the Master's gift! The Master's patience is limited."

"Shut up!" Allen roared at Voldemort.

Then he turned his head and said to Harry: "Harry, things are really not as you imagine! We are friends; this has never changed!"

After speaking, he looked at Harry sincerely; the restriction of the vow prevented him from explaining the details to Harry; he could only convey his feelings through his eyes.

Although the nose identical to Voldemort's greatly reduced the sincerity of this...

Harry fell into silence; he could see the sincerity in Allen's eyes...

"Think of the time we spent together this year!" Allen continued to say.

Harry gradually began to waver; he turned his wand and pointed it straight at Quirrell and Voldemort.

Quirrell saw Harry's choice and opened his mouth to say: "Master, our time is limited!"

Voldemort still wanted to make one last effort: "Allen, I really admire you very much; now my victory is certain; in the future, you only need to help me plan in the shadows!"

The answer to him was the spell cast by Allen; Harry also simultaneously cast his own spell at Quirrell...

The two people's spells hit the invisible armor around Quirrell's body, creating only ripples...

"Finish them off quickly! Do not use the Killing Curse on Potter!" Voldemort commanded.

"As you command! My Master!" Professor Quirrell smiled ferociously; he now turned around, his face facing Harry and Allen; he began to wave his wand...

Harry and Allen were still casting their own spells...

Allen keenly perceived Quirrell's intent and shouted at Harry, "Hide quickly!"

Quirrell also cast his first Yi Dao Mo Zhou:

"Crucio!"