Before Light could take a few more breaths of fresh air, he felt as if his butt was on a grill, with a searing heat spreading through it.
He gently turned his head and saw a purple flame in front of him, blocking his path.
"All Spells End!" Light waved his wand in his hand, and an orange-yellow light spread out, annihilating all the purple flames.
After dealing with the purple flame that blocked the way, Light looked ahead. There was still a black flame blocking the door leading to the front.
"Really! What a troublesome yuppie! Why do you have to come up with so many weird things!" Rubbing his burning butt, Light kept complaining and quickly walked towards the door.
"All Spells End!" Light used the same method to extinguish the black flame and reached the entrance of the last level! He sprinted towards the last room.
Light quickly reached the edge of the exit after passing through the corridor and was just about to step out of the door.
A voice that sounded like two people speaking at the same time came into Light's ears. He subconsciously stopped in his tracks! He stopped and frowned.
Light clearly felt that something was amiss, so he crept to the edge of the exit and peeked into the room.
Inside the room, Harry Potter was tied up with ropes in front of the huge and gorgeous The Mirror of Erised.
But what surprised Light was not the tied-up Harry Potter, but Quirrell standing beside him, or rather, Voldemort!
At this moment, Quirrell was bare - chested. His body was like a mummy whose flesh and blood had been devoured. His neck was twisted oddly, with the back of his head facing forward.
Light was in the right position to see Quirrell's face, which had been forcibly turned backward by Voldemort, drained of flesh and blood, and as dry as a dead tree trunk!
Seeing Quirrell in such a state, Light judged the state of Quirrell and Voldemort.
"Basically, Quirrell has been completely devoured by Voldemort. His spirit has also been controlled. His dried - up body is probably only held up by the remaining Magic Power now."
"Harry Potter... Look at what I've become! Only a shadow and steam, and even this broken body is about to be lost." The overlapping voice came out, as if Quirrell and Voldemort were speaking at the same time.
Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the tied-up Harry Potter, and a playful smile appeared on his long snake-like face.
"Ah! People say you are my bane... I killed your parents. Your father overreached himself and tried to stop me..." Voldemort kept uttering cold and strange words, enjoying the pleasure of torturing others.
"And your mother, she knelt in front of me and begged me to spare you. She stood in front of you... Hahaha." Voldemort looked at Harry Potter with red eyes, struggling constantly, and let out a hearty laugh.
"Look! What an interesting expression. The legendary savior is struggling helplessly in front of me like a livestock. But you should be even more desperate. Hehehehe!"
Voldemort approached Harry Potter, grinning wickedly as he grabbed Harry Potter's collar and raised his wand, ready to start torturing him.
"After all, I still can't bring myself to be heartless!"
Light let out a soft sigh and made up his mind. He decided not to rely on the protective charm on Harry Potter to weaken Voldemort and launched an immediate attack.
"Sectumsempra!" Light waved his wand and rushed towards Voldemort quickly!
An invisible wave silently sliced at the hand with which Voldemort was holding Harry Potter!
"Ah!!!" The severed hand, as dry as a withered branch, flew up, and Voldemort's shrill scream echoed in the room.
"Accio Harry Potter!" After casting the Summoning Charm [Accio], Light shouted at the same time, "Harry Potter, I'm here to save you!"
Harry Potter, who was startled by the sudden change, felt a strong pulling force from behind. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard the call amidst the wailing.
"Are you okay! Harry Potter, get out of here quickly and find the professors!" Light took Harry Potter over, used magic to untie the ropes binding Harry Potter, and then let him go.
"But..."
"There's no 'but'. Leave here! I don't want to be distracted during the fight." Light clenched his wand, stared at the recovered Voldemort, and urged Harry Potter to leave.
"Don't even think about leaving. Die, all of you. Avada Kedavra!" A slightly trembling, cold voice came along with the sick - green killing curse!
"Rooster Transformation!" Light, who was on guard, threw out the rope in his hand and transformed it into a rooster to block the killing curse!
"Sectumsempra!" The invisible wave attacked Voldemort again. Voldemort gasped for breath and waved his wand, lifting the bricks on the ground to form a large iron block to block the attack.
"Diffindo, Pili Baozha!" Diffindo shattered the tottering iron block. Voldemort let out a grunt and deflected the Spells, and a loud explosion echoed not far away.
"Looks like you're not in a good state!" Light said to Voldemort casually, constantly gesturing for Harry Potter to leave with his eyes.
"So you do know who I am! I should have killed you from the start!" A cold and steady voice came from Voldemort's mouth, as if he had already adapted to the pain of the severed arm.
"Indeed, it's a pity that you've missed the best chance to kill me! Sectumsempra!"
"Shatter to Pieces!" Voldemort shouted coldly.
The moment the two Spells collided, Sectumsempra was immediately suppressed and continuously pushed back.
Light's pupils contracted. He increased his output of Magic Power to temporarily keep Voldemort at bay, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.
"Something's wrong! It's definitely not right! The power of the Spells doesn't match the Magic Power hidden within it at all!"
"No choice! I have to use Plan B!"
Light tapped his wand and canceled Sectumsempra! The unblocked Spells rushed towards Light with a terrifying killing intent.
A light glowed from the tip of Light's wand. With a low growl of "Ah!", he deflected the incoming Spells, which struck the nearby wall and shattered it instantly.
"It seems you've realized that the power of my Spells is abnormally strong, right! As long as you submit to me, I don't mind teaching it to you." Voldemort's hoarse voice was no longer gloomy but rather elegant.
"Yeah, sure! Now that you've calmed down, you want to recruit me. Don't think I can't see you're trying to exploit my abilities!"
"After fighting to this stage, can we really turn back?" Light no longer urged Harry Potter to leave but smiled faintly.
"Then die! Avada Kedavra!"
A monotonous voice, accompanied by a sickly green light, was directed towards Light.
Harry Potter watched the approaching Avada Kedavra and seemed to recall the terrifying scenes from his memory. He couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Stay calm, Harry Potter! I can handle it! Summon Fiendfyre curse!" Violent flames shot out from the wand and rushed towards the Avada Kedavra.
"It's useless. You can't suppress the Avada Kedavra with the Fiendfyre curse!" As expected, no sooner had Voldemort spoken than the Fiendfyre curse that rushed towards the Avada Kedavra was scattered after holding off for a moment and fell everywhere in the room!
"Light!" Harry Potter cried out in panic.
"I've won!" Voldemort declared his victory.
"Celebrating victory too early isn't a good habit, you know! Transform Fiendfyre curse!"
The scattered Fiendfyre curse instantly gathered and transformed into a lion, pouncing on the Avada Kedavra and shattering it in an instant.