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Harry Potter : This Wizard Wants To Improve Too Much

Traveling through the world of Harry Potter, on the day he received his admission letter, Ethan awakened the achievement system, and as long as he did the corresponding events, he could get rewards. With three million gold Galleons, he achieved the achievement [Wealthy enough to rival a country]. Obtaining the blood of magical animals, he achieved the achievement [I am no longer a human being]. Killing a hundred wizards with Avada Kedavra, he achieved the achievement [Black Magic Lover]. … On graduation day, when Ethan took over as Minister of Magic seamlessly, the reporter of the Daily Prophet asked: “Mr. Adrian, as the youngest and most outstanding Minister of Magic in history, I heard that you have become famous in Hogwarts in one year of enrollment, won the Order of Merlin in two years, and directly defeated the professor in three years… I wonder what is the reason for your brilliant achievements?” Ethan spread his hands: “I just really want to improve!” ... This is a translation. Want to read more advanced chapters ? Check out my p**reon at - https://www.patreon.com/Bored_reader027 to read 45 advanced chapters for just 5$

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Using Harry As A Shield

"Professor Quirrell, it's you. You got information about the three-headed dog from Hagrid, and you want to seize the Philosopher's Stone."

"Ethan, why are you here?"

"You want to seize the Philosopher's Stone too?"

When Harry saw Ethan, he couldn't hold it anymore and took two steps back involuntarily.

Yes, Ethan also knew about the Philosopher's Stone.

Who in this world can refuse to turn stones into gold and live forever?

But Ethan should be on his side, and he told me all this. If he wants to seize the Philosopher's Stone, why did he tell me so much? Why?

Thinking about the hardships along the way—being tortured by the devil snare, dealing with the flying key and the wizard chess, drinking the potion at the risk of death—everything seemed meaningless now.

Ethan is here; how can I beat him?

"I was brought here by Quirrell. You should ask him."

Ethan was a little helpless. Was he really more frightening than Quirrell?

Harry had not been afraid of Quirrell, but now he was backing away from Ethan?

And this Harry looked so miserable, dragging one leg. Was it broken or just sprained? What had he gone through?

"Idiot, go and tie that boy in front of the mirror. He can find it. Go!"

A hoarse and crazy voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, instantly drawing the attention of Ethan and Harry.

This Voldemort was not pretending!

"Potter, come here!"

"Tell me what you saw."

Harry had no choice but to comply. Ethan was with Quirrell, so he had no chance to resist.

He could only delay, look in the mirror first, and then make up a lie to deceive them. When Dumbledore came back, he would win.

Standing in front of the mirror, this time Harry did not see his parents as before but a pale, frightened child. "That was me."

What was even more strange was that the person in the mirror took out a red irregular gem from his pocket, smiled at him, blinked, and then put the gem back into his pocket.

Harry really felt something heavy had entered his pocket. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the stone in the mirror—the Philosopher's Stone.

He actually got the Philosopher's Stone like this?

But Harry didn't want the Philosopher's Stone now.

He had no confidence in keeping it.

"How is it?"

"What did you see?"

Quirrell was a little impatient. Success or failure depended on this move. If Harry Potter also failed, it would be really troublesome.

"I saw me shaking hands with Dumbledore and winning the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Harry gathered his courage and began his fabrication.

He couldn't let Quirrell know he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and he had to protect it well.

"He's lying... He's lying..."

Voldemort's voice sounded again from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Adrian, kill this boy, kill this boy, quickly!"

Just a moment ago, he had sensed the fluctuation of magic power. There was no doubt that Harry must have obtained something, and only the Philosopher's Stone could appear here.

And as long as Ethan killed Harry, he would have no room to turn back and could only follow him wholeheartedly.

No matter if it was Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic, they would not let go of the person who killed the savior.

Ethan swung the wand in his hand, and a white light instantly hit Quirrell, who was not prepared.

The next moment, Quirrell's face began to swell and change, and even the metal right arm fell to the ground.

Sure enough, this guy was not Quirrell.

The Revelio spell is effective for both Animagus and Polyjuice Potion and can reveal the true form of an object.

When the changes on Quirrell's body were over, Ethan realized that this was a middle-aged man in his forties, about 1.8 meters tall, a little thin, and his hair was bald due to Voldemort's possession.

"Adrian, you dare to attack me!"

The face on the back of the strange wizard's head stared at Ethan with a pair of scarlet pupils. He never thought that Ethan would turn against him here.

"God, You Know Who!"

Harry hadn't recovered from the shock of Ethan's attack on Quirrell and was now scared and confused.

And this person was not Professor Quirrell; who was he?

Why was the mysterious man on someone else's head again? And whether Ethan and the mysterious man had a conflict, Harry's mind couldn't wrap around it.

"Adrian, you are a smart child. I will give you another chance: kill the boy who lived, or die."

The strange wizard's face changed as he spoke and became the back of his head again. Voldemort had completely taken over this body.

He was willing to give Ethan a chance because of Ethan's talent.

"Of course, I know how to choose!"

Ethan smiled at Voldemort, then walked to Harry's side, helped him up, and put the Philosopher's Stone into Harry's pocket.

An irregular but crystal-clear blood-red gem appeared in Ethan's hand. This was the Philosopher's Stone; it was truly beautiful!

And in the astonished eyes of Harry and Voldemort, he put it directly into his pocket.

Ethan glanced at the panel, and there was a prompt indicating that the achievement was completed.

It really was!

He had just been thinking about this.

"Adrian!"

Voldemort had never been so angry before. He was deceived by a little wizard who was only in his first year.

Ethan had never planned to follow him. Maybe he had done it to mislead him before, and his goal was also the Philosopher's Stone. Damn it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort, in a rage, mercilessly threw a dark green light at Ethan.

"Harry, come here!"

Harry was terrified. What was Ethan going to do?

Soon, he knew, as he became a shield!

Ethan, I trusted you wrongly!

Alas!

Am I okay?

Harry watched the green light hit his body and then bounce away.

And this mysterious man was dodging in a panic.

Ethan laughed at this scene. Voldemort could not harm Harry, who was protected by his mother's magic.

At least it was like this before Harry became an adult or Voldemort used Harry's blood to revive.

Ethan was sure of this.

But it was uncertain whether Harry could rebound or not. Or he did rebound the Killing Curse when he was a baby and killed Voldemort himself, but he did not have such convenient performance later.

Now it seemed that this Harry could indeed rebound Voldemort's magic.

Of course, the premise was that Voldemort himself was casting it, not Voldemort hanging back and letting the people in front act as thugs.

Now Ethan could completely rely on Harry as a weapon to deal with Voldemort, hide his own strength, and then strike unexpectedly.

"Harry, it's up to you next."

As he said, Ethan controlled Harry to crash into Voldemort.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Harry crashed into the stone steps, and Voldemort successfully dodged!

"What is going on?"

Voldemort roared in disbelief. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been killed by his own Killing Curse again.

But Ethan did not give him an answer; instead, he threw Harry at him again.

Harry, who had not yet recovered, crashed straight into the stone pillar.

"Crucio!"

"Finestra!"

Voldemort cast several spells at Ethan in quick succession, but Ethan was not afraid.

Harry was the sharpest spear and the hardest shield against Voldemort.

No matter what magic Voldemort used, Ethan could block it with Harry.

For a moment, Voldemort, who had dominated the British wizarding world for decades, was beaten and driven to flee. He had no way to handle two first-year wizards.

All the spells were ineffective, and he couldn't even hit Harry, making his efforts pointless.

If he had been fully resurrected, he would have had several ways to deal with this. But now, with only a wisp of a soul left, even his movements consumed vitality. How much strength could he muster?

He didn't dare use large-scale spells, and with the Philosopher's Stone in Ethan's possession, any damage to it would render his resurrection pointless. It was the only one in the wizarding world.

"..."

Bang!

"A.....tab"

Bang!

"Put...me down!"

Bang! Bang!

In just one sentence, Harry was hit several times. If Ethan hadn't used magic to pull him back every time he was hit, Harry would have died long ago.

But even so, Harry's body was covered with bruises.

Ethan ignored Harry's words. As a weapon, he must have the instinct of a weapon, and it wasn't Ethan who was getting hurt.

"Cough!"

After Voldemort dodged Harry again, he staggered and almost fell. This body was not his own. It consumed vitality every moment, especially during strenuous activity. The body was weakening at a visible rate.

"There are so many obstacles!"

Before Voldemort could regain his footing, Ethan tripped him with an obstacle spell. With a "bang," Voldemort fell flat on his face.

But it didn't matter; he had no nose.

"Hurry, Harry, if you don't want to keep hitting him, grab him quickly."

Harry, who was dizzy and aching all over, immediately woke up and hugged Voldemort's waist, refusing to let go.

He really couldn't bump into him anymore. Just now, he saw his parents waving at him in a trance.

"!!..."

Voldemort's shrill screams echoed in the empty room. Thick white smoke poured out of his body, and his skin turned black and gray.

At the same time, the scar on Harry's head grew increasingly painful, but he still refused to let go.

Voldemort tried several times to throw Harry off, but Harry held on tightly.

Until Voldemort turned into gravel and dissipated, leaving only a ball of black mist rolling in place.

Suddenly, fire appeared, and a phoenix appeared in front of everyone with Dumbledore.

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