Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Chapter 111: Failure, Part 1

The Dark Lord was laughing loudly.

In the empty air came the sound of the Defense professor's manic laughter, shrill and terrifying; the laughter belonged to Voldemort now, the Dark Lord was laughing unabashedly and without restraint.

Harry's mind was in turmoil.He couldn't take his eyes off Albus?Dumbledore moved away from where he had just been.The horror within him was too great to comprehend or reflect on.His mind kept trying to turn back time and bring reality back to before this happened, but without such magic, reality didn't change.

He lost.He lost Dumbledore to no return, which meant he lost the whole war.

The Dark Lord continued to laugh wildly.

"Ah, ahaha, ahahaha! Professor Dumbledore, oh, Professor Dumbledore, what a fitting ending to our game!" Another burst of wild laughter. "Even the last sacrifice was wrong, because the pawn you abandoned everything to save is already in my hands! I set the wrong trap from the beginning, because I can give up this body at any time! Ah, hahahahaha, Aha! You never learned to be cunning, you poor old fool!"

"You—" the voice came out of Harry's throat, "You—"

"Ahahahahaha! Ah yes, little one, you've been my hostage on this expedition, that's all you're here for. Hahahahahaha! You want to play with the real Tom Riddle Scheming is decades away, boy." The Dark Lord took off the hood of the Invisibility Cloak, his head visible, and began to remove the cloak. "So, child, [Snake] you helped me, yes, then it's time to revive your little girl friend. Keep your word. [Snake Bi]" The Dark Lord's smile was extremely grim. "I think you will be suspicious? Remember well, I can kill you at this moment, because there is no Hogwarts headmaster who will receive the alarm. Suspect me as you like, but remember this." His The gun appeared again in his hand. "Come with me now, stupid boy."

They left.

They returned through the door leading to the potions room, and the reappearing purple flames were snuffed out with a flick of the Dark Lord's wand.They walked through the room where the Boggart used to be, through the room of the ruined chess statue, through the burned door of the key room.The Dark Lord floated up the floor door and Harry struggled up the leafy spiral staircase, the tentacles of the devil's web trembling and recoiling as if in terror.The Boy Who Lived was trying not to cry, and his dark side wasn't helping at all, probably because Voldemort had never known the taste of remorse and guilt.

They passed the huge three-headed ghoul, and the Dark Lord whispered, and it fell to the ground, slammed against the floor door, and turned back into a corpse again.

They passed Severus on guard?Professor Snape, the professor told them both that he was guarding the door and they had to leave or he would lose house points.

The Dark Lord stopped on his feet, said "Hyakujumontauk"[1], and thrust forward with his wand; Severus collapsed, and then stood lifelessly by the door again.

"What—" said Harry, trying to keep up. "what have you done-"

"Just doing my duty to my faithful servant. As I promised you, it will not kill him." The Dark Lord laughed again.

"Those hostages—" said Harry, struggling to keep his voice steady. "Students, you said you were going to stop that thing that was going to kill them—"

"[Snake] is good. Don't worry about it. Will deal with it when we go out. [Snake Bi]"

"go out?"

"We're going, boy." The Dark Lord was still smiling.

The bad foreboding that the phrase brings is lost in a sea of ​​bad forebodings.

The Dark Lord was now flipping through what he called a Hogwarts map, the handwritten lines seeming to follow their steps.The part of Harry's mind that had been plotting what to do if he encountered patrolling Aurors (the Dark Lord could kill them in a flash, or forget them all) gave up even that hope.

They descended the main staircase leading to the second floor without meeting anyone.

The Dark Lord turned in a direction Harry didn't know, and descended another flight of stairs.They descended floor by floor, windows disappeared, torches appeared, and they were in a Slytherin dungeon.

Ahead appeared a figure in Hogwarts robes.

The Dark Lord continued walking in the direction of the man.

Harry followed.

A sixth or seventh year Slytherin waiting by a wall with a relief depicting Salazar?Slytherin raised his wand to a giant covered in ice.The girl didn't say anything about Professor Quirrell getting up and walking or taking Harry or holding a pistol.Harry couldn't tell if her eyes were empty or not.

The Dark Lord reached inside his robes, took out a brass Knut, and tossed it to her. "Clartia? Alija? Tabor, I order you thus: Take this copper Knut to the charmed circle under the Quidditch field I have shown you, place it in the center, and place your My memory of the past six hours is gone."

"Yes, master," said the Witch, bowing to him, and going.

"I thought—" said Harry, "I thought you needed the Philosopher's Stone to—"

The Dark Lord was still smiling, and he hadn't stopped smiling. "I didn't say that part in Parseltongue, boy. All I said in Parseltongue was that I arranged the setting to kill the students and said that if I got the Philosopher's Stone I'd stop it. The rest I said in Human I will stop the Blood Temple[2] spell even if I don't get the Sorcerer's Stone, as long as I am not seen through and trapped. Hogwarts students are a valuable resource, and I have already spent a lot Time to train them." Then the Dark Lord hissed at the wall: "[Snake] open [Snake Bi]."

Harry saw the little snake at the top left of the relief, and at the same time the wall slowly tipped back, revealing the entrance to a huge pipe.There was moss growing around the pipe, which gave off a musty smell; the inside of the pipe was also covered with layers of spider webs.

"Spider..." the Dark Lord whispered.He sighed, and for a split second he sounded like Professor Quirrell again.

The Dark Lord stepped into the great pipe, the web burning into nothingness before him.Harry followed him, unable to think of a better option.

The pipe bifurcates in a Y shape and then bifurcates again.The Dark Lord went left, then right.

At the end of the pipe is a solid metal wall. "[Snake] open [Snake Bi]," the Dark Lord hissed, and a crack appeared in the metal wall, which seemed to fold back upon itself.

After that was the middle of a long stone tunnel.

said the Dark Lord. "Do you have any other questions, little one?"

"I—I can't—I can't—"

Another icy laugh answered, and they entered the tunnel, turning to the right.

Harry had no idea how long he had been gone, either then or afterwards; the light from the burning web was too weak to illuminate his mechanical watch, and Harry hadn't thought to check the time before he went in.It felt as if he had walked countless miles underground.

Slowly, Harry's mind tried to recover itself one last time.Probably the last time, if the Dark Lord would have killed him after the fact like he guessed.....but the Dark Lord said he would bring Hermione back to life, if he was going to kill Harry, then resurrecting Hermione would be like It's a waste of time.......Did the Dark Lord keep his promise just because he couldn't make it in Parseltongue...why didn't he just kill Harry...... .

Seriously, the last functioning part of his mind said to all the others, this is a good time to come up with something, something the Dark Lord hasn't thought of, something we don't have pockets and wands and Time-Turner can do it, what Professor Quirrell didn't think we could do... think, think, please come up with something?Don't hang up now, as much as you're afraid, as much as we've never faced death so literally as we're dying in an hour, now's not the time to—

Assuming so, the last remaining part says, assuming we try to presuppose that we win this fight, or at least come out alive.If someone told you that it was a fact that you survived, that you even won, somehow made it all right, you would think something happened—

Not due process, whispered Ravenclaw, the universe doesn't work that way, we're just going to die.

Someone realized we were missing, Hufflepuff thought, and Mad-Eye Moody rushed in with a team of Aurors to rescue us.We are not as capable as the authorities, and I think it's time to admit that.

The key to turning defeat into victory must be something we do, said the last voice, otherwise there is no point in thinking about it.

Second question, said Gryffindor, Harry?Potter wasn't missing, he was sitting in the Quidditch field where everyone could see him.Professor Quirrell thought of that too, and that was part of the reason he forged the fake note.Third question, I don't think Mad-Eye Mudega and a team of Aurors can defeat the Dark Lord, especially not before he kills us.If the Dark Lord is serious about fighting, and without Dumbledore, I'm not sure the entire Department of Magical Law Enforcement put together would be able to defeat him.Fourth question.The Quidditch match was undisturbed, which is probably the root cause of Professor Quirrell's complicated ruse of taking us along throughout the operation.

In a different way of thinking, Slytherin probed, maybe Professor Quirrell will summon someone else to give us Memory Charms, Insanity Charms, Out-of-Body Charms, Chaos Charms, God knows what else.We are not perfect Occlumency practitioners.Then the Dark Lord would have a clever - well, sort of clever - minion at his disposal.This may be why Professor Quirrell is willing to tell us so many secrets, if he knows that these memories will be lost.It's also a reason to leave the Hogwarts Ward so that the Dark Lord can summon Bellatrix's apparition to cast the spell....

This whole thought process is irrational and I refuse to participate, Ravenclaw said.

What beautiful last words, said the last voice.Now shut up and think about it.

Rough stone tunnels passed under his feet, and Harry's shoes sometimes caught water or almost slipped on the curved ground.The neurons in his brain kept firing, imagining different voices talking to each other, yelling at each other, while the listener was numb with fear and shame.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were discussing plans to kill themselves by rushing towards the Dark Lord's gun, or swallowing the small gem from Harry's steel ring.It's not clear whether Harry's becoming the Dark Lord's mind slave will make the world better or worse.If the Dark Lord was going to win anyway, it might be better for him to win quickly.

Meanwhile, the last voice keeps speaking; even in the quagmire of failure the last voice is still there.And what else is the Dark Lord speaking only in human language, never in Parseltongue?Do we remember?Anything like that?

That was all too long ago, although it just happened today, it seems like a lifetime ago.The Dark Lord had just told him in Parseltongue that the time had come to revive Hermione, and then everything else was in English, which Harry could barely remember even though it had just been said.Before that.... before that was the Circle of Powerful Concealment, when Professor Quirrell hissed that the barrier would explode if triggered.The defense professor also told Harry in English not to take off his invisibility cloak or try to go through the circle, saying in English that the resonance might hit Professor Quirrell but Harry would die.In English if Harry touches the magic and Professor Quirrell can't remember how to stop the resonance, they both die...

Assuming it doesn't kill us both, said the final voice.That Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, the Dark Lord's body was charred, and we only had scars on our foreheads.Suppose the magical resonance between us is more dangerous to the Dark Lord than it is to us.What if we could always kill the Dark Lord whenever we wanted?Just rush up and put your hands on his bare skin?That would make our scars bleed again, but nothing more.That "stop it, don't do it" feeling of impending doom is inherited from the Dark Lord's worst memory, his blunder in Godric's Hollow, and that doesn't necessarily apply to 'The Boy Who Lived'.

A glimmer of hope rose.

Rise up, then shatter.

The Dark Lord has only to drop his wand, Ravenclaw murmured.Professor Quirrell can transform into his Animagus form.Even if he died, he would still occupy someone else's body and come back to torture our parents to punish us.

We may make it to our parents in time, said the last voice.We might be able to hide them.We may be able to kill the current body of the Dark Lord and take the Sorcerer's Stone, and then build a counterattack team with the Sorcerer's Stone as the core.

The Dark Lord walked in a stone tunnel.He still had the gun in his hand.He was at least four meters away from Harry.

If we rushed forward, he would sense our approach through magical resonance, said Hufflepuff.He will fly forward quickly.He can do it, he has broom spells in his bones that allow him to fly.He'd fly forward, turn around, and shoot.He knows about resonance, he's thought about it all.It was not something the Dark Lord would forget to consider.He will be prepared and ready.

Thinking along this line of thought, the last voice said.Suppose we can cast magic on Professor Quirrell at will, but he cannot cast it on us.

How can this premise be true?Ravenclaw asked angrily.In fact, we have evidence to suggest otherwise.In Azkaban, when Professor Quirrell's Death Curse hit our Patronus, it felt like our heads were split in half—

Assume it's all his magic that gets out of hand.Let's say we cast a, um, Luminosity on him, and nothing bad happens.

But why?asked Ravenclaw.Why make this assumption?

Because that would explain why Professor Quirrell didn't warn me not to enchant him in Azkaban, Harry thought.Because I don't remember Professor Quirrell ever saying in Parseltongue that I would hurt myself if I tried to use magic on him.He could have given me this warning, but he didn't, although he gave me plenty of other warnings.Evidence of absence is weak evidence of absence.

The various parts of Harry were silent for a moment, considering this.

We don't have our wands, said Ravenclaw.

We'll probably get it back at some point, thought the last voice.

But even then, Harry thought, the gray despair returned, magical resonances that were within the Dark Lord's known sphere.He'd considered every possible move I could make with it, and he'd prepared for each one.That was my mistake from the very beginning.I have no respect for the Dark Lord's intelligence.I don't believe he knows everything I know, sees everything I see, and plans for it.

Then, said the Last Voice, to our victory, we must attack him with something he does not know.

Dementors, suggested Gryffindor.

The Dark Lord knows we can destroy, shield, and maybe control dementors, Ravenclaw said.He doesn't know how we do it, but he knows we have the ability, and besides, where are we going to get a dementor?

Perhaps, Hufflepuff probed, if we cling to him, the Dark Lord's entire Horcrux system can be short-circuited by our magical resonance, and we can destroy him forever by sacrificing ourselves.

Nonsense, said Ravenclaw.But I think it's nice to have a nice dream before you die, no matter how stupid.

If Voldemort's fear of death was strong enough, Hufflepuff retorted, there could be a design error like that in the Horcrux system.Voldemort never thought of testing his Horcruxes on other people, which may prove that he couldn't think rationally about the issue—

So his fear of death was his Achilles heel?Ravenclaw said, aha, no.I think a person who has made more than 100 horcruxes may take several protective measures inside.

Harry's mind went on.

There's a real asymmetry in their magical resonance... seems unlikely, there's really no reason for magic to work that way.But the backlash of magic is likely to be stronger for more powerful wizards, and the more powerful magic is, the more dangerous it is to resonate.This might explain observable phenomena in Godric's Hollow (Voldemort explodes, baby survives), and could explain observable phenomena in Azkaban (Voldemort countered by his own magic powerfully, first-year Boy Who Lived affected by his weaker magic shock).Or only the caster's magic would resonate, which would also explain those two observed phenomena.This might even explain why Professor Quirrell didn't warn Harry not to cast spells on him.There was, however, another obvious reason for Professor Quirrell not to say anything about it: it was a huge reminder of the mystery of Godric's Hollow, if Harry had any connection to it.

The part of Harry that was numb with so much grief and guilt chose this moment to point out that, speaking of ignorance, when things at Hogwarts got worse, they should really really really rethink First Thursday. The decision had come when, at the behest of Professor McGonagall, they had decided not to tell Dumbledore of the impending doom they felt approaching Professor Quirrell.To be fair, Harry wasn't sure who to trust at the time, and for a while it seemed possible that Dumbledore was the villain and Professor Quirrell the hero of the fight, but...

Dumbledore would realize what that meant.

Dumbledore would have known it right away.

The wise old wizard with the phoenix on his shoulders would have known, and Harry hadn't trusted him, Harry hadn't told him all the relevant facts, and the reason was utter carelessness, failing to re-evaluate what a fourth day of school had done. Hasty decision.It was marked as "don't tell Dumbledore something", and even after Azkaban, even after Hermione's death, even after all this, Harry simply forgot to put this Think about the problem and re-weigh the pros and cons.

Another wave of grief and shame overwhelmed Harry, and for a long while he walked, the last voice was silent, and the others were still chattering.

Walking at least a few miles in gray thoughts, they came to the end of the stone tunnel.

The Dark Lord stepped up the stone steps, Harry following.

The two of them entered an extremely dim stone building.The dirty old stone door opened automatically.

Before them was a mass of marble tombstones, each engraved with a name and a date.The tombstones were scattered in an extremely chaotic manner, and the cemetery was overgrown with weeds and was barren.

A waxing gibbous moon hangs high in the sky, and the night has not completely fallen yet, the moon is already shining brightly.

Harry stopped when he saw the cemetery.There was a loud siren in his head, telling him to get out of here, to go anywhere, just get out of here, but there was no way of doing it, so the siren continued in vain, the stone door closed behind Harry, and they Imprisoned in the mausoleum.

The Dark Lord entered the center of the messy cemetery, stopped, and drew a small circle on his head with his wand.

With a rumbling sound, an altar rose smoothly from the ground, at least two meters wide, with gray emblems engraved on the black stone.Six dark marble obelisks rose evenly around the altar amidst creaking sounds, glowing darkly in the dim twilight.

The futile alarm in Harry's head screamed louder and louder.

"This," the Dark Lord said in Professor Quirrell's tone, "is a work site I have set up for myself. It is very convenient to come and go from Hogwarts or Hogsmeade village." The Dark Lord stretched out his hand to the altar made a fancy gesture. "Here, Miss Granger will be resurrected, and here I will be reborn in my real body. Of course, I will reshape myself first. It will be better for [the snake] to use the real body to cast the magic of resurrecting the little girl." It's easy. [Snake Bi]" The words came with a strange snake-like laugh. "[Snake] rest assured that although the little girl's resurrection involves what the world calls a dark ritual, the little girl herself will not be harmed or made ugly. Will keep her own appearance, her own mind, and Neither I nor my people will hurt her afterwards. [Snake Bi]”

Harry's tongue was dry and his mind was struggling, "Please, Professor, can you speak in Parseltongue about your purpose of resurrecting Miss Granger?"

"[Snake] returns to you the advice and checks and balances of your little girl friend. Make sure she is part of the world you love. That, boy, is indeed the main purpose of my doing this. [Snake Bi]" Again that A snakelike laugh, mockingly with a sense of some great irony.

A small spark of hope lit inside Harry alongside a much larger cloud of confusion and fear that a perfect Occlument might actually be able to lie in Parseltongue.If the Dark Lord's next step was to kill the Boy Who Lived, or enslave him, Harry couldn't understand why he would do it all.

Maybe he never understood Professor Quirrell, maybe Tom in Harry's head?The Riddle model was just so wrong... maybe the Boy Who Lived would have his memory of the day wiped, and be with an inexplicable Hermione?Granger was thrown somewhere together while Voldemort went off to conquer the world...?

Hope rose in Harry, but it was a delusional hope, completely unreasonable.It doesn't fit with the Dark Lord laughing at Dumbledore's failure.Harry couldn't think of any coherent explanation that would fit Professor Quirrell's motives into this.

I don't know what's next in the plan.

The Dark Lord advanced to the altar.There he knelt and seemed to reach into the depths of the stone of the altar itself, and drew out a vial of a liquid that looked black in the dim twilight.

When the Dark Lord spoke again, his voice was short and precise: "Blood, blood, blood hidden by wisdom," said the Dark Lord.

The obelisks around the altar began to whisper, chanting in chorus from the immobile boulders, rhythms older than Latin.

Apokatastethi, apokatastethi, apokatastethitosomamouemoi.[3]

The obelisk's chants echoed behind each sentence, as if their voices were out of place.Blood poured out of the vial, which seemed to be floating above the altar, slowly rippling away, forming a shape.

A tall figure was lying on the altar, even in the dim twilight, it still looked too pale.

The defense professor reached into the robe and took out a piece of irregularly shaped red glass.

He placed it on that tall, pale body.

The Philosopher's Stone sat there for a while, at least for a few minutes.The irregular piece of red glass didn't glow, or sparkle, or show any sign of mana.

Then the stone moved slightly, turning slightly on the body.

The defense professor retracted the Philosopher's Stone into his robes, inspected the tall body lying motionless on the altar, touched its eyes with his fingers, and poked his chest with his wand.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Unbelievable," said the Dark Lord, in the familiar voice of the Defense professor to Harry. "It's fixed, its form is fixed! It's just a structure that relies on magic to maintain it. Once it touches the Philosopher's Stone, it becomes a real substance! And I didn't sense anything! Nothing! I was worried that I I was deceived, and what I got was a fake Sorcerer's Stone, but this material has withstood all my tests!" The defense professor put the red glass into his arms. "I admit, even by my standards, it's pretty wicked."

Then the Defense professor walked around the altar five times, chanting something in a deep voice Harry couldn't hear.

The Dark Lord placed his wand into the hand of the body lying on the altar.

He put his hands on the forehead of that body.

The Dark Lord said, "Fal.Tor.Pan."[4]

Without any warning, a bright light like lightning illuminated the entire cemetery, Harry staggered back a step, and involuntarily put his hands on his forehead.It felt like a bullet in the scar, or a wasp sting in there.

The defense professor fell.

The tall body sat up on the altar.

It turned around smoothly and stood erect on the ground, at least a head taller than ordinary men.The limbs of that body were pale and slender, without much muscle, but gave the impression of terrifying strength.

Harry took another staggering step back, his hand still clutching his scar.Although there was a great distance between them, Harry felt a terrible sense of dread surrounding him, as if the sense of impending doom, which had been vague until now, was suddenly clear, condensed into the scar on Harry's forehead. Physical pain.

Is that what Voldemort should be like?That nose looks, looks like it malfunctioned during the resurrection—

The tall figure threw its head back, laughed, and held out its hands and wand, examining them.The left hand was wide open, looking like half a pale spider, with four too long legs, fingers stroking the wand held in the other hand.Fallen leaves rose in the graveyard, fluttered around the towering figure, wrapped him, became his clothing, turned into high-necked shirts and flowing robes; Voldemort was laughing.The joyless laugh was exactly the same as the one Harry had made from his own throat in the memory of the Dementor's nightmare, exactly the same tone and quality.

Red eyes glowed in the fading twilight, pupils narrow and narrow like a cat's.

The body abandoned by Voldemort propped itself up from the ground, trembling; Quirinus?Quirrell gasped in a voice Harry could barely hear, "Free—ah, free—"

"Dizzy," said Voldemort's sharp, grim voice. Quirinus?Quirrell was struck down; then, with a wave of Voldemort's other hand, Quirinus?Quirrell's body was picked up and thrown away from the altar.

Voldemort walked away from the altar, then turned to look at Harry; the pain in Harry's scar suddenly intensified.

"Are you scared, child?" hissed Voldemort, as if the Dark Lord had lingering echoes of Parseltongue even in human speech. "Very well. Put the girl on the altar and terminate your Transfiguration. [Snake] The time has come for me to revive her [Snake Bi]."

Is this really going to happen?Are we really going to do this?

Harry swallowed, suppressing his fear with the smattering of impossible hope in his bewilderment, and walked towards the altar.He took off his left shoe and sock, put Hermione?Granger's transfigured toe ring had been removed, transforming into the exact same shape as the emergency door key Harry had been given.Harry felt a tinge of regret at not having the actual Portkey with him, but only a sliver; if Severus was right, a High Death Eater would routinely place enchantments that would disable the Portkey.Behind Harry, Voldemort let out a laugh that seemed surprised and appreciative.

"I need my wand to spell stop for her," said Harry.

"You don't need it." The voice was sharp and cruel. "You have learned to sustain Transfiguration by contact alone, no longer needing a wand. You can also terminate Transfiguration without a wand, ordering your sustaining magic to wear off. Now."

Harry swallowed, and put his hand on the toe ring.It took him three tries to calm his mind before he managed to withdraw his magic from the toe ring, just as he had learned to let a little flow in.

The removal of the spell took much longer than the establishment of the spell, almost like the casting process of the rapid reverse polymorph.The toe ring changes shape and begins to expand.Colors change, textures change.

Two-thirds of a dead girl is lying across the altar, one of her arms slipping off the edge of the altar, and the deformation reverses to place her in a random position.There was no blood spilling from the bitten and shattered thigh stump.Dead girl with Hermione?Granger's face, but pale and distorted.Her appearance was exactly the same as what Harry saw in the back of the hospital, the one that was etched in his mind during that long three-ten-minute transformation, and he copied it during the even longer process of conjuring the dummy. The way it came out.The dead girl has no clothes on her body, because the clothes are not part of her and have not transformed with her.

The scene brought back his memory, the hours spent in the ward, the nightmare after that; Harry pushed it all down.

"Back off," said Voldemort sharply. "Now, it's my business."

Harry swallowed, stepped back from the altar, and stood back at the exit of the long tunnel he had just been in. "Her body is, it should be, about five degrees Celsius, so there's no brain damage—" Harry's voice was shaky.Is he really going to do this?Really?There must be a trap here, but he can't see it.Voldemort said that neither he nor his men would harm Hermione, that she would have her own body and mind - why?

Voldemort walked up to the altar again, and waved his wand to make the corpse in front of him lie on the altar."Flesh, flesh, flesh hidden by wisdom," said the Dark Lord in a sharp, monotonous precision.

New flesh and blood emerged from the girl's mutilated thighs, as if they were oozing out, and then solidified.

The obelisk stopped chanting.A complete body lay naked on the altar.

That didn't look like Hermione.a Hermione?Granger should be able to speak standing up, and she should have her Hogwarts uniform.

Voldemort raised a hand, then hissed, seemingly annoyed.A violent gesture, Quirinus?Quirrell's robe was torn in two over Quirrell's sleeping body, his purple and green tie was torn, and his coat was pulled over to where Voldemort stood.Some part of Harry flinched, as if seeing Voldemort attacking Professor Quirrell.

Deliberately, Voldemort reached into the pocket of his coat, which jerked as if something had been broken; then Voldemort shook the contents of the coat to the floor.Harry's pocket fell out, along with his Time-Turner, and a broom, and Voldemort's gun, and the Invisibility Cloak, and a bunch of talismans and rings and a lot of strange artifacts that Harry didn't recognize.

And finally there's a piece of red glass, where Hermione?Granger's body, and left it there for a while.

The time passed by 1 minute and 1 minute.The Dark Lord selected a talisman from the pile beside the altar and put it on; from the pile he produced four short wooden sticks with straps, which he tied under his robes, apparently fastened to his upper arms and thighs. .The Dark Lord levitated, moving back and forth, side to side, seemingly wobbly at first, then his flight stabilized.

The piece of red glass moved slightly.

The Dark Lord Voldemort floated back to the ground and poked Hermione Granger's body several times with his wand.

"[The snake] has hit a snag, [the snake]" hissed Voldemort.

Harry's thoughts about being betrayed or whatever