24 •The Philosopher's Stone Part 2

Extimum: "isolamento!".

Extimum's barrier and everything that touched it seemed to freeze in that instant, taking advantage of the moment, he picked up the lock that lay on the floor, then ran quickly and crossed the door, Hermione closed the door after seeing him enter.

Without slowing down, he turned and pointed his wand again at the hole in the lock and placed the lock he had picked up over the hole.

Extimum: "repligamen unionis". When casting his spell, the lock fused again with the door.

** Bam Bam**

There was the sound of something banging hard on the door, but it couldn't get through.

Extimum: "Sigh". Extimum took a long breath.

The spell that Extimum used to stop everything for a moment was 'isolamento', it was one of his latest inventions, basically it isolated the space for about 3 or 2 seconds or from another perspective it frozen it, the spell was not very practical without preparation and how the previous one, it was very tiring to launch.

Ron: "That was very scary."

Harry: "Don't even mention it, maybe ... Should I have tried to take the key using the broom?"

Hermione: "It's hard to say what would have happened if you had, maybe the same thing would have happened or at least the keys would have attacked us."

Extimum: "that does not matter now, we are here, let's continue."

Extimum would admit that things did not turn out as he expected, but it was not safe to assume that something similar would not happen, until now, the actual danger level had been quite high.

They walked a little further down a short corridor that led to large black metal doors.

Ron walked over and pushed open the large doors, which slowly opened revealing a large room with what looked like large statues and rubble, there was little light, so it could not be seen very clearly.

They all entered the room slowly, going a little further into the room, the door closed behind them.

Hermione: "I don't like this, all those statues ... giving a very gloomy atmosphere."

Harry: "Is it ... a graveyard?"

Extimum: "that's a bit of an exaggeration, although Hogwarts is strange and magical, but having a graveyard inside the castle would be on another level, don't you think?".

Ron: "it's not a cemetery ... it's a chess table." Ron seemed in wonder at the oversized chess, thus advancing to the center of the room or the center of the chessboard.

Flames flared around the dash, lighting up the previously dark room.

Harry: "there is the door." Harry pointed and headed in the direction of the door.

The others seemed to want to follow him as well, ignoring the fact that it would be strange if they could pass the stage so easily that it clearly seemed like another test, but they were stopped before they could advance much.

Extimum: "wait, don't you really think it would be so simple right?"

Harry: "ehh ... isn't it?"

Extimum: "but of course not, this room literally screams that it is another test, look". Extimum threw a stone that he took out of his bag towards the door, as to why he had stones… well you never knew when you would need to throw a truth? And since it had an expandable bag it was not a major concern.

When the stone approached one of the statues, it seemed to come to life and moved to cut it with precision with his sword.

Seeing the stone split in half on the floor, silence seemed to descend as they kept their gazes on her.

Hermione: "How dangerous."

Harry: "what do we do now?"

Ron: "It's obvious, this is chess, we just have to play in order to pass."

Ron: "but three pieces are missing, the bishop, the queen and the knight, so we will have to replace them in order to play"

Ron: "Hermione, it would be better if you don't play, this will be very dangerous and you saw how they cut that stone."

Hermione: "well ... I'll wait for them to finish". Hermione wasn't so convinced, but it was true that it was dangerous and she wouldn't necessarily do better when she only had to replace one token.

Ron: "Harry, take the bishop, Extimum will take the queen and I will take ... the knight."

Extimum had not planned this development, he hoped to stay as an observer and try to intercept the attacks of the pieces to prevent someone from being hurt, but if he played he had to abide by the rules to move, however, this development was not necessarily bad, Hermione would be safer and Ron could play with the queen with a little less concern than moving her, so Extimum did not refuse such a distribution.

Extimum drew the wooden sword from his bag and stood as the queen token.

Ron: "Where are you getting all those things from? and why are you bringing something like that?

Harry: "It's true, I've already seen you take several things out of your bag, but that you can take out a wooden sword is totally disproportionate."

Hermione: "It is an expandable bag, it has enchantments that allow it to store many objects inside, they are a bit scarce, but they work the same as some suitcases that are used at Hogwarts, it is just that they tend to be more expensive".

Ron: "Oh, I haven't really seen one like that before, but why do you carry the wooden sword?"

Extimum: "that's because I practice fencing, in fact, I usually practice every morning, it's just that you are sleeping at that time and you've never seen me".

Harry: "that's fantastic, but can you fight with it? I mean, it's made of wood, right?"

Extimum: "It is not exactly the most indicated to cut, but it should not be a problem to crush or destroy the chess pieces".

Hermione frowned a little at his comment, but since they were only statues and very dangerous ones at that, she didn't say anything.

Ron: "Okay, Harry, go to your position."

Harry and Ron went to their respective positions and waited.

Hermione: "no ... nothing happens?"

Ron: "you must be patient, white moves first".

As he finished his words, all the white pieces seemed to convulse a bit, then a slightly shrill sound was heard and all the white pieces stood upright on their towers, their former simple features acquired a more lively touch, even their pale and metallic Their eyes seemed to acquire a certain brightness, their bodies also seemed to contain a realistic detail that was not there before, although the pieces were mostly wearing armor, some raised the sights on their helmets or simply weren't wearing it.

** ho 'war cry' ho **

All white tokens raised their weapons high as they celebrated and then all were calm again.

Ron: "** glup **, I didn't think ... this version ... would be so realistic."

Extimum: "calm down, you won't get anything by getting nervous right now, just do what you know and play well."

Right after Extimum finished his words, a white pawn made his first move, his gaze resembling that of a true warrior entering the war, he even had a challenging gaze with the black pieces.

Seeing such a scenario left Harry a bit speechless, Hermione even covered her eyes just to see through the space between her hands.

Ron concentrated when he saw that it was his turn, since he was the best player and who played the most among all, he would be the one who would command the chips.

As Ron analyzed his possible playing strategy, the black pieces also convulsed and, like the white ones, seemed to come to life.

** ho 'war cry' ho **

Such a war cry seemed to give Ron a little more confidence.

Ron: "Hey you, Pawn, go to C5."

Pawn x: "Hail the King and glory in the blood of our enemies." The pawn moved from its square while shouting aloud, it was literally a cry for the beginning of the war.

Harry: "can they also talk ...?"

Extimum: 'yeah… this definitely shouldn't be, sigh, Professor Flitwick must have helped McGonagall to bring this level of realism to the game.' Extimum tightened his grip on his wooden sword. This game could become more dangerous or more convenient depending on how it will be played with the new additions.

The game was resumed being the turn of the target again, there were no unnecessary deaths of pieces even because Ron was more careful with his pieces seeing them so realistic.

** hiiii, hiiii **

One of the white horses jumped a few squares forward, jumping the pieces that were between him and the place he was heading, made a great noise in his strong landing, however, the board did not seem to be fazed by the hard blow.

The position of the white horse threatened the black pawn in its new position.

...

Bishop x: "My King, our soldiers are dying, you must help them."

...

Tower x: "My King, we have dealt a great blow to the troops of our enemies, it would be more sensible to corner them from the other side."

...

Pawn x: "I will serve my King even in death ... agh ..".

...

Ron commanded the game as best he could, some tiles advised him, others released casual comments, the realism was costing him a certain psychological pressure, luckily the tiles did not seem to have lost their spirit and their screams even in death were full of devotion, otherwise, although there was no blood, but they could have disturbed him if they began to scream tragically.

The chances of winning were debated in each game, the intelligence with which magic chess seemed to play was at a higher level than expected, being even difficult for Ron who was a skilled player, another thing that also made the game difficult, was the reluctance to move the pieces that Harry, Extimum, and himself were occupying. He had only moved such tokens to threaten and then he would withdraw them costing him moves and avoiding certain strategies that could speed up the game.

Extimum hadn't moved more than twice in the course of the game and it was mainly as a deterrent; Although the game is dangerous, but at this rate they could end up losing and the winnings would not make up for the losses.

Extimum: "Ron, stop holding me back, don't worry about me and send me there, the queen token is the most versatile, you can't hold back in the game just by not using it."

Hermione: "Are you crazy? Didn't you see what happened to the chips that were expired?"

Harry: "yes, it is too dangerous to go straight to the front."

Extimum: "Ron, don't listen to them, just do it, I'm not here to waste my life."

Ron: "Well, Reina on horseback B5."

Extimum moved towards the horse and when he was in front of him, he gathered strength in his feet and took a great leap, brandishing his sword in the air and breaking the horse's head and part of its knight.

** swish **

** Bam puff **

Extimum was quick, the realism of the game gave the opportunity for the pieces to defend themselves, but so far all those that had to die did, so Extimum did not know if it was possible to break such status, but he would not risk it.

Harry: "Wow, he broke it like it was nothing ...".

Ron and Hermione were also impressed, they had not seen Extimum display such colossal strength or perhaps they had just ignored him until now, so they were surprised to see him.

After making his move, a white bishop moved and put Extimum in direct threat.

Extimum: 'Fine, fine, let's break this game.'

Feeling inspired by adrenaline, Extimum screamed.

Extimum: "Ron, ignore that bishop, keep playing."

Ron: "no, that would be too dangerous."

Extimum: "then I'll make the move."

Extimum: "Tower X to F4". Extimum said it more tentatively, he didn't know if the game would respond to someone other than Ron who started the game, luckily the token did move.

And just as they feared, the white Bishop moved in the direction of Extimum, and stopped when it was in front of him.

Extimum: 'I will find out for myself if I can break the game under the same game system.' Extimum only dared to try to circumvent logic because it lent itself to it, but he would not dare to charge directly against the chips and open a path, when I try to do it with the keys the situation was not very good, but doing it while the game was being played was different.

On the other hand, Extimum relied on his strength and his senses to defend himself or dodge the attack without leaving his box.

The bishop finally moved, since it was on a small tower where all the chips were held, the blow was from a considerable height, the bishop shook his staff strongly downwards.

Hermione: "ahh". Hermione screamed in alarm seeing the bishop attack.

Extimum waited for the moment when the staff came down and dodged it with a slight movement and immediately jumped, brandishing his sword towards the bishop, however, the bishop seemed to recover the staff that was down quickly and tried to hit Extimum from his back, Taking advantage of the closed space, he stepped on the staff that reached from behind and his sword pierced the bishop's head.

After finishing, Extimum landed in his previous place.

Harry: "can he really do that?"

Ron: "huh, it shouldn't be possible, it's ... well, it's not against the rules, but it just violates common sense with which one tile beats the other."

Extimum: "Okay, let's move on, Ron, do you think you can finish or not?"

Ron: "Okay, we'll finish this game, X-pawn to D3."

...

With this new method to beat the tiles, the game changed completely, an enemy playing against Extimum was the same as the enemy throwing a suicide attack.

However, such an act caused the pieces to defend and attack more fiercely in their turns, but it could not really affect Extimum, nor influence the game. It seemed that the game did not have any countermeasures against such an action, however, a player or person was not expected to substitute the tile, so there were already several things that were not considered.

...

Ron: "Checkmate."

The white army had only kept one pawn and the King for when he was completely cornered.

Ron: "uff, that was intense."

Black tokens: "The glory of our King has conquered our enemies!"

Ending the shouts of victory, the doors behind where the white king stood opened.

Extimum: "that was a lot of fun." Extimum really had fun destroying the white pieces, at first he was a bit apprehensive of their actions, but eventually he only destroyed them the moment they arrived, although they fiercely counterattacked they didn't move at the same speed as Extimum.

At some point even Harry had come out on the board, but had been backed up by Extimum so that he would not be attacked.

Harry: "let's continue."

...

They all went towards the now open doors and continued, shortly after they reached another room again, however, the moment they entered they were enclosed by a circle of fire, it did not seem like common fire due to the color it presented, the fire the door through which they entered were purple and the door to continue was black; in the center of the room was a table with 7 bottles of different sizes and colors and a scroll. The most prominent among them were 3 bottles: the sixth being the largest with a slight wine fragrance, the third being the smallest and the second which, although normal in size, contained a strong smell of wine.

Ron: "there is no way out, it is magic fire produced by elixirs".

They all gave Ron a slight look at his comment.

Ron: "don't look at me like that, I know things too, this fire is different from the fire produced by a common spell, it has certain properties that will consume everything they touch and you can only turn it off if you know that it is made to make something capable of putting it out Or that you know a stronger spell. I know this because my brothers once played with elixir fire for some pranks and almost set the house on fire by not being able to put it out. "

Hermione: "the scroll has a riddle." Hermione commented as she took a quick look at the scroll and then proceeded to read it aloud.

"

The danger lies before you, while security is behind, two of us want to help you, for anyone who finds us, one of us seven will let you go ahead, another will take the one who drinks it back, two contain only nettle wine, three are deadly, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you prefer to stay forever, to help you in your choice, we give you four keys:

- First, no matter how cunning the poison has to hide itself, you will always find some on the left side of the nettle wine;

- second, the ones at the ends are different, but if you want to move forward, neither is your friend;

- third, as you clearly see, we all have different sizes: neither the dwarf nor the giant keep death inside;

- fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right are twins, once you try them, although at first glance they are different.

"

Ron: "I'm not very good with riddles, so I'll leave them to you."

Harry: "Me neither."

Hermione: "It doesn't look so difficult, it's just logical, with a little time I can solve it."

Extimum: "It doesn't matter if we solve it, what is clearly explained is that only two will be able to leave, one will continue and another will advance, which suggests that another 2 must stay here or find a way to get out of here."

Extimum: "However, I brought something that might help us get out of here." Extimum rummaged in his bag and took out 4 amulets against fire; I do not prepare more because he made them with little time at hand.

Extimum: "However, I don't know if they will help us, so it would be better to try them before using them ourselves."

Harry: "That bag is really useful, you have almost everything there."

Extimum: "Well, not really, prepare some things that could help us before coming and the space inside is also limited, but I do have a lot of things here. Well, I'll test if the amulets work ".

Extimum activated a talisman and guided it first towards the front door with magic, when the talisman was in the area of ​​black fire, it released a barrier around it and was covered with fire, however, it did not last long and was consumed by the black flames along with the amulet.

Ron: "Can't we go out?" Ron exclaimed as he saw how the amulet was consumed by fire almost immediately.

While they were testing the talisman, Hermione was trying to solve the riddle

Extimum: "Calm down, we haven't tried the fire at the entrance yet."

Extimum repeated the process with the purple fire, but this time the barrier could resist the fire.

Harry: "Great, we can get out if something goes wrong."

Hermione: "I was also able to solve the riddle, so ... who will go?"

Harry: "I'll continue, it's me who mainly wanted to come here."

Hermione: "but will you be okay?"

Harry: "I will be, don't worry about me, rather, you should go send a message to Dumbledore, we need him to come help us." Harry was decisive, after receiving Hermione's elixir and ingesting it, he headed towards the door with the black flames.

The elixir would grant temporary immunity to black fire to whoever drank it just like the other to purple fire, Hermione also drank the elixir after giving Harry hers.

Extimum: "take your amulet against fire."

Ron: "Thank you."

Hermione: "let's go too."

Extimum took a long look at the door with the black flames, he had his own considerations with which he still debated, for the moment, he withdrew with Hermione and Ron.

.-.

Harry kept walking and down a long staircase after crossing the door with the black flames, at first he was apprehensive about touching the flames, but they seemed to move away and clear a path for him as soon as they felt it, so he was able to cross easily.

Harry could feel a slight discomfort in his scar as he made his way down the stairs.

Finally, after walking to the end of the path, I come to a round room. It was dark, but like the previous ones, it had a hatch in the roof through which light entered; in the center of the room was the Erised mirror that he had seen earlier in that room before Dumbledore took it away. In front of the mirror was a man wearing robes and a turban.

Harry: "It was really you ... I was suspicious ... but I still had the doubt that it was Snape."

Quirrell: "ah, Harry, I did not expect you to be so smart, Maybe they should have put you in Slytherin ?, there you would be fantastic, on the other hand, who would really think it was me? Next to Snape who always gives that vibe, no one would think that someone like me, the po-poor st-stuttering professor Quirrell was guilty. "

Harry: "I would never be a Slytherin, besides, I didn't discover it alone."

Quirrell: "oh yes, your friends, very ... particular and ... unpleasant ... although one of them in particular is quite good ... so your vision might not be so bad, however, you should be careful, Potter, approaching a family as dangerous as the Shadowless… you could end up not knowing how you died ".

Harry: "Extimum is not like that."

Quirrell: "but ... do you really know him? ... do you know about his family? ... is he really the person you think you know?, on the other hand, his joke against me was especially detestable, ruining my moment where it could to have killed you, although it was mainly Snape who helped you with a counter-spell, but his attack on me was the cause of it failing. "

Harry: "Snape, He trying to save me?"

Quirrell: "I knew you would be a threat from the beginning, you are so young, but you defeated a troll, that clearly shows your talent". Quirrell completely ignored Harry's question, he seemed more concerned with continuing his monologue.

Harry: "So you let the Troll in?"

Quirrell: "Okay, Potter, you see, you are brilliant. Snape unfortunately was not fooled by the troll. "

Quirrell: "while everyone was running in the dungeons, he went up to the third floor to stop me, from that moment he stopped trusting me, he never left me alone, but he doesn't understand ... I'm never alone, never". Quirrell turned to look at the mirror as he spoke, not looking at all concerned with turning his back on Harry.

Quirrell: "Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I want, I have the philosopher's stone, but how do I get it?"

???: "Use the boy". A dry voice seemed to be heard all over the place.

Quirrell: "Come closer, Potter, now!"

Harry: "No." Harry immediately fled, since the stone was not in sight and Quirrell did not have it, there was no point staying here.

Quirrell: " Atabraquium!" Quirrell cast a spell and the next moment, Harry fell to the floor, his feet seemed bound by an invisible force.

Harry: "agh, ah." Harry tried to free himself, but couldn't, his bonds weren't even physical.

Quirrell: "Come here, Potter." Following his command, Harry was dragged towards Quirrell, next to the mirror.

Quirrell: "Tell me, What you see?"

Harry was reluctant to look at the mirror at first, but then his head was forced to look and he had no choice but to do so.

Harry: 'how is it possible?' Harry could not believe his eyes, the mirror showed that he had the stone in his pocket, to his horror, after visualizing himself in the mirror, he felt that his pocket in which the stone was displayed was heavier.

Quirrell: "What did you see?"

Harry: "ah, I'm saying hello to Dumbledore, it looks like I won the cup."

Voldemort: "Lie." The voice again spoke through the room. Voldemort had used legitimacy to look into Harry's mind and find out the location of the stone, which is why he knew he was lying.

Quirrell: "Tell the truth."

Voldemort: "Let me talk to him."

Quirrell: "but he is not strong enough." Quirrell looked concerned as he spoke into space.

Voldemort: "I have enough strength for this."

.-.

Extimum had retired with Hermione and Ron, now that they were taking a real break, it was inevitable that their bodies would begin to take their toll, they all had bruises in some places on their bodies from the devil's lasso, those of Extimum had long since disappeared due to because he mainly dedicated himself to fighting them and not letting himself be tied up and to his strong constitution, but he was still a bit sore. They also had some minor scratches from the plants or from the debris from the chess game, nothing really important, however, the biggest cost was the mental one, going through so many dangerous tests had worn them down, Extimum felt a little better, after his adventure to the muggle world could afford higher levels of stress.

Currently the three of them were walking back down another corridor that had opened when they crossed the purple fire.

Hermione: "do you really think he's okay?"

Ron: "It's hard to say, for now, we can only trust him and send a message to Dumbledore."

Hermione: "what do you think about that, Extimum?"

Ron: "Extimum?"

Extimum walked alongside them, but seemed to ignore them even when they called out to him several times.

Ron: "Hey, what's wrong with you, why don't you answer-?"

When Ron touched Extimum his hand passed through him.

Ron: "Ahh, I went through Extimum."

Hermione: "calm down, take a good look." Hermione had also moved closer when she saw Ron go through it and touched Extimum.

It was as if there was nothing, there was nothing perceivable when passing his hand over the place, perhaps the most sensitive could feel the magic there, but nothing else, it was just an illusion, one who had been walking silently alongside them all this time.

Ron: "is it ... an illusion?"

Hermione: "and a very realistic one, if we hadn't touched it, it would be hard to say it's not Extimum."

Ron: "So he was never with us?"

Hermione: "no, it is likely that, if he had dated us, but at some point he left and left his illusion with us."

Ron: "But what did he expect when he returned? There is no way to get past the black fire, is there?"

Hermione: "Maybe ... he had some shape ... but ... he couldn't take us with him?"

Ron: "but you could have told us."

Hermione: "He probably didn't want to worry us or stop to discuss it, since he's made that decision we should go ahead and send the message to Dumbledore, we won't be able to do anything by stopping here."

Ron: "Okay, let's go."

.-.

Extimum had actually left for a while after leaving the room that contained the enigma, he had put the illusion of his image because he wanted to avoid explaining.

He had no safe way to get past the black fire, but this was a good opportunity to experiment with his magic.

Arriving in front of the black fire, Extimum stopped.

Extimum: 'Okay, I'll do this quickly.'

Extimum concentrated and his body began to change, his skin began to turn black and hard, at some point his structure became a kind of humanoid monster, he had tried to reinforce his skin by transforming it with scales similar to snakes, then he concentrated his magic and he created an energy field around him, finally, he activated a charm against the fire and he threw himself into the black fire to cross to the other side.

The heat was suffocating, once inside, the amulet broke almost immediately, its energy barrier on the other hand was able to resist well the first wave of fire that was leaning towards its body, but with the seconds it began to weaken and visibly weaken.

Extimum: 'Come on, you have to last.' When he was 70% of the fire path, his energy field was consumed by fire, leaving only his now tough skin to support it.

Extimum: "agh". Extimum let out a slight growl when the fire began to eat away at his skin, seeing that there was little left, Extimum used all his strength and leapt into the air, followed by a second step that almost failed that allowed him to get thrown out of the path of fire.

Extimum landed on the ground, his clothes had long since been scorched and his scaly skin was red and with multiple visible cracks, it was fortunate that his wand case was especially resistant to resist fire.

Extimum: 'ugh, it's lucky I left my bag on the other side…'. Extimum writhed a bit on the ground and by the time his scales were black again, they returned to his previous human skin, revealing his burned skin in certain areas that was slowly beginning to heal.

Rising to his feet, Extimum drew his wand and using the few fragments of cloth on his now naked body, it expanded, repaired to some extent and then adapted into a ragged black robe that he used to cover his body.

Extimum: 'but… why didn't the fire remain in my body?' That was indeed a great question, Extimum did not have any special affinity for fire and even then, it would not save him from the fire persisting in grabbing his body and burning him even if he left the fire path, otherwise the fire would not it would be so threatening. Extimum planned to force his lineage and magic to fight fire or in extreme measures, he would use his space magic to separate himself from the fire, but it would just disappear once he stopped being in direct contact was too strange.

Extimum: 'it doesn't make sense to think about it now, but my lineage definitely has nothing to do with it.'

Extimum's body had already healed to a great extent, curiously his hair did not seem the least bit affected by the fire, something that Extimum did not take note of at the time. The black fire did not have a perishable or incurable effect on the victims because in principle it was not supposed to be easy to get rid of once you came into contact with it, therefore, the natural regeneration of Extimum was enough to remove the aftermath, leaving some ashes. and dry skin near your body.

Looking at his body, Extimum waved his wand and his entire body seemed magically washed and dried, he could not allow himself to move forward leaving traces or a lingering smell of burning.

...

Extimum covered himself with his illusion magic and headed towards the last room, but when he arrived, he almost jumped from his place when the fire ignited right in front of his face, it was too unexpected, he almost thought that he had been discovered and was being attacked. .

But upon hearing a booming voice, his concerns were calmed.

Voldemort: "Don't be a fool ... why suffer a terrible death when you can join me and live?"

Harry: "Never." Harry had been released from his bonds when Quirrell saw that he was looking at the mirror, leaving room for him to hand over the stone.

Extimum: 'damn, that almost scared me to death.'

Extimum hid behind a pillar and he waited for a moment when it was feasible to cross, although this was also magic fire, but it was only normal fire, as long as you covered yourself well and the caster did not deliberately aim at you it would be easy to cross.

Voldemort: "Hahaha, bravery and stupidity, your parents were the same, tell me… Harry, would you like to see your father and mother again? Together, we will make them come back, you just have to give me the stone."

Extimum crept around the pillars until he reached a position where Voldemort couldn't see him, he wouldn't risk testing if his current illusion works with Voldemort and crossing right in front of his eyes. When he saw that he was concentrating on his monologue with Harry to get the stone, Extimum jumped over the fire and landed softly behind the mirror.

Voldemort: "that's right, Harry, there is no good or evil, there is only power and those who are too weak to seek it, together we will do extraordinary things, you just have to give it to me."

Extimum: 'Tch, you're only scared to get close to Harry because he killed you once.'

Harry: "I won't give it to you."

Voldemort: "Kill him."

Quirrell immediately obeyed and practically flew in Harry's direction, grabbing him by the neck and choking him to the ground.

Seeing an opportunity while Quirrell hanged Harry, Extimum made his move, drew his wand and held it up to his face.

Then he turned and pointed his wand at Quirrell's back and cast his Spell.

Extimum: "Foraminis in spatio!". It was the first spell that Extimum invented, although he had not been able to improve it, but curiously he had found a way to increase its destructibility when it failed its cast, one would hope that it improved the spell not that it found ways to make it worse ...

Voldemort: "Behind you!"

However, just as Extimum had feared, Voldemort could see it, his illusion did not make it difficult for him for a second to find it, he had only to ignore him because of the fire, his monologue and the precautions of Extimum that made him not notice it until now.

Quirrell: "Who ?, agh" although Voldemort had spoken in time, neither of them expected the spell to hit them almost immediately. A spatial distortion triggered by the collapse of a spatial vortex had occurred on Quirrell's back, leading to an explosion that destroyed that part of his robe and left a terrible bleeding wound.

Voldemort: "How dare you." Voldemort, in fact, could not see it fully, but he could feel it and see a kind of hazy figure covered by a black cloak.

But Voldemort's difficult situation did not end, since Quirrell was distracted and Harry was kicking to free himself, when Quirrell turned his head, one of Harry's hands had managed to hit him with a slap by chance, resulting in a small part of his face was consumed as if it were burned by flames.

Quirrell was not really a man of arms, although he was a great wizard and was quite skilled, but he had no talent for physical or magical battles against other wizards, that is explained in his impulsiveness when attacking Harry with his bare hands when he could use many other methods. Perhaps it could be due to Voldemort's precaution of launching a direct attack on Harry, in any case, receiving a serious wound on his back and then feeling a terrible burning on his face, added to the screams of Voldemort next to his head, it They got a little anxious and panicky as they lost control of a situation that was supposed to be under their control.

Quirrell: "Aghh, my-my face." Quirrell was shocked to see the burning spread, he could see the ashes of his face burned in his hands, he could feel the pain of the magic eating away at his skin.

Voldemort: 'damn incompetent, forget it, the priority is to survive'. Voldemort was upset with the incompetent body he had taken to occupy, it was bad enough having to live as a parasite in someone else's body, but now, even this body was decaying due to injuries.

Voldemort: "The stone, take it." Not caring about the state of the body he possessed, the stone demanded, if he had obtained it, Quirrell's death would have been worth it.

Harry had released himself from the grip and after taking a breath he was able to reposition himself in the situation. Hearing Voldemort scream for the stone, he ran towards it to take it, but, although Quirrell was weak-minded, he had great perseverance, not everyone could carry a parasite on their head even under the promise of power, so he immediately He threw towards the stone and against Harry who was in the way.

Extimum on the other hand, had been stunned for a few seconds, had received a strong attack of legilimency from Voldemort, it was fortunate that his mind had natural defenses, because his ability alone would not have saved him from the tremendous shock his mind received, his His body almost fell to the ground, otherwise it would have been because he regained consciousness a second before falling, although he was still disoriented and exhausted from his previous spell, he managed to cast a simple energy attack spell in the direction of Quirrell.

You have to know , although Voldemort is currently weak in both existence and magic and does not possess a physical body of his own, but his skill level is still present and he is not one of the greatest dark wizards of the last era for nothing, just his attack of legilimency in his weakened state had shaken a practically occlumens man with natural defenses almost to swoon.

Harry and Quirrell's struggle had started when they were inches from the stone, however, Quirrell had been alerted again this time by his mind of another incoming attack, so he launched a quick counterattack that parried Extimum's attack and dove straight for the stone, only to be slapped by Harry destroying what little intact face he had left. (look at that XD reference)

Quirrell: "ahhhgg ...". Quirrell was consumed by the magic in Harry to dust.

Voldemort: "arggg, I will remember this." Voldemort roared and attacked Harry who was nearby in his soul state, knocking him out from direct damage to the soul, it was fortunate that Voldemort was weak, or such an attack could have done more than just knock him out.

Extimum had recovered only to see Voldemort's attack on Harry.

Extimum: "Damn, all this effort and I was only able to achieve this ... maybe I was expecting too much?"

Extimum took a long look at the place where Voldemort disappeared and then turned his attention to something more important.

Extimum: "but it would be a real shame to destroy you." Extimum walked over to the philosopher's stone and picked it up.

The philosopher's stone was not very big, it was a little bigger than Extimum's fist, it was ruby ​​red, its structure was crystalline and it emanated an imperceptible energy from it.

Extimum: 'it is a pity not to be able to keep it completely'. Extimum lengthened his nails and cut a considerable chunk of the stone, he had tried before and discovered that although he could not use them as sabers because he could not make them too long, but they were surprisingly hard and sharp, in addition, it would be strengthened with their lineage

Extimum: 'I don't think they wonder too much about a piece missing, it is already a lot that Voldemort does not have it, although the traps were good, but since he could get this far, it shows the incompetence of those responsible, on the other hand, this chunk… I could get a lot out of it after researching it enough, spending a limited item would be a real waste'. Extimum put the piece of stone in a makeshift pocket of his robe and put the rest in Harry's hand.

After that, Extimum turned and walked over to the mirror.

Extimum: 'with that out ... tell me, mirror, mirror, now that we finally meet, why don't you tell me what I really want?'