Chapter 53: The Philosopher's Stone Revealed

(T/N: Just treat this as AU. There will be many weird things that shouldn’t happen in Og HP.)

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At this moment, three chaotic scenes unfolded simultaneously within the confined chamber.

Harry crouched trembling behind the Mirror of Erised, his fear palpable.

Velora clashed with the Fiery Serpent, flames erupting sporadically across the room.

Each blast sent Harry ducking lower, not daring to lift his head.

The true spectacle, however, was the confrontation between Erwin and Voldemort.

Curses streaked through the air between them, colliding mid-flight and blasting craters into the stone floor.

"[Confringo]!"

Dodging to the right with fluid precision, Erwin avoided a [Crucio] curse and retaliated with an Explosive Charm.

He had to admit, though he'd possessed Avalon for only a day, his reaction time and physical capabilities had improved dramatically.

Whenever a spell hurtled toward him, he could anticipate its trajectory and counterattack seamlessly.

If Erwin deployed Avalon's full protective power now, Voldemort's spells would be utterly useless against him.

But encountering a qualified opponent was rare.

He had no desire to crush the Dark Lord so easily.

"You think you can defeat me? Me?!"

Voldemort's rage intensified.

A mere first-year student was holding his own against him; where was the dignity of the Dark Lord in that?

"[Umbrae Legio]!"

Desperately draining Quirrell's magic, Voldemort unleashed dark magic Erwin had never encountered.

Countless spectral forms materialized behind him, transforming into wraiths that surged forward.

Though unfamiliar with the spell's exact effects, its malevolent nature was unmistakable.

"[Expecto Patronum],”

"[Expecto Patronum],”

Erwin cast the Patronus Charm twice in succession, summoning both a unicorn and a phoenix.

They charged through the ghostly horde, obliterating every wraith without mercy.

This was a benefit from his previous contract with Celestia.

He'd discovered his Patronus Charm could manifest two separate forms, and both were magical creatures.

In the original timeline, only Dumbledore's Patronus took the form of a magical creature, specifically a phoenix.

Everyone else conjured ordinary animals.

Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury as he focused on the phoenix.

This was the same creature that had beaten him in the Forbidden Forest.

Multiple [Reductor] curses streaked toward the airborne phoenix as Voldemort began channeling a new Fiendfyre spell.

The intensive magic usage was causing Quirrell's body to deteriorate rapidly.

Witnessing this, Erwin felt conflicted.

The chamber was too confined; any more Fiendfyre would incinerate Harry along with everything else.

Drawing upon his body's magical reserves, Erwin unleashed a powerful transfiguration.

"[Stone Legion]!"

The ground trembled violently, as though something massive was about to erupt from beneath.

One by one, towering armored stone statues emerged from the floor, gripping heavy broadswords like Crusaders returning from medieval battlefields.

"It ends here, Voldemort."

Erwin hastily swallowed a potion, restoring some of his nearly depleted magical power.

This [Stone Legion] represented the most formidable transfiguration spell in his current arsenal.

Using advanced polymorphic magic, he could transform raw material into armored stone soldiers that fought on his behalf.

Recognizing the threat, Voldemort raised his wand without hesitation.

"[Oppugno Maxima]!"

The gravel beneath his feet levitated, hundreds of fragments, rapidly reshaping into stone arrows that launched toward the statues at his command.

Erwin had to acknowledge Voldemort's mastery.

The Dark Lord excelled not only in dark magic but also demonstrated exceptional skill with conventional spells.

This combination of [Oppugno] and transfiguration wasn't something just anyone could execute.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, the stone legion's defensive capabilities were formidable.

The stone arrows struck the statues' surfaces, causing only superficial damage.

The soldiers continued their relentless advance.

Soon, Voldemort found himself surrounded.

He could only repeatedly blast the statues with offensive spells.

At that moment, the unicorn Patronus found an opening.

The gleaming horn atop its head drove directly into Voldemort's chest, light radiating from the impact point.

Voldemort attempted to cast [Protego].

"[Silencio]."

Erwin's precisely timed Silencing Charm interrupted the incantation, allowing even the unicorn Patronus to strike cleanly.

A gaping wound appeared in Voldemort's chest.

"Damn you!"

Glaring at Erwin, Voldemort had lost his ability to resist.

Beyond the bowl-sized hole in his torso, Quirrell's magic had been completely drained.

Erwin recognized the duel had concluded.

He prepared to deliver the final blow to Voldemort's remnant.

Dark mist suddenly billowed from Quirrell's collapsing body, rushing toward the door that had been blasted open by earlier curses.

"Mark my words, Erwin Gaunt! I will return."

"When that day comes, your flesh and blood, your very soul, all will become my sacrifice."

Erwin fired several spells at the dark mist, but none had any effect.

He could only watch as Voldemort escaped.

The Dark Lord's parting threat didn't concern him in the slightest.

Voldemort had been thoroughly defeated today.

The future would be no different.

Behind the Mirror of Erised, Harry had been cowering throughout the battle.

Hearing Voldemort's vengeful declaration as he fled, Harry realized Erwin had won.

Trembling, he emerged from behind the mirror.

His eyes widened at the devastated chamber and the Fiendfyre still smoldering on the ground.

"Did you get the Philosopher's Stone, Harry?"

Snapping the stunned boy back to awareness, Erwin asked.

"I got it," Harry replied automatically, still shocked by the destruction surrounding them.

Though he'd known Erwin was powerful from their previous encounter, this battle had been far more overwhelming.

The thunderous explosions, the raging flames, the towering stone statues, everything demonstrated Erwin's incredible might.

Erwin nodded and glanced at the Fiendfyre still burning across the floor. He flicked his wand.

"[Finite Incantatem]!"

The supposedly unquenchable flames gradually dissipated under his counterspell.

Walking over to Harry, Erwin extended his hand for the Stone.

Harry felt it would be safer in Erwin's possession and handed it over without hesitation.

Examining the peculiarly shaped crimson stone in his palm, Erwin held it up to the light.

This was the legendary Philosopher's Stone that supposedly granted immortality?

Why did it emanate so little magical resonance?

Gripping the Stone tightly, he channeled a thread of magic into it.

Erwin's expression shifted.

Was this Philosopher's Stone fake?