Under everyone's gaze, Quirrell's palm pressed against the surface of the Mirror of Erised.
However, before Lord Voldemort could make his next move, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Because in the Mirror, a noble and extraordinary Ice Crystal Divine Bird appeared, flying towards him with cold wind and frost.
"Whoosh!"
A terrifying surge of frost power instantly erupted, and a bone-chilling cold swept over him like a tangible entity.
Quirrell's body suddenly stiffened, and delicate frost patterns appeared on the surface of his robe.
The ice crystals spread rapidly at a visible speed, covering him from his arm to his entire body within a few breaths, freezing him completely within the crystal-clear ice.
And Lord Voldemort's terrifying face was filled with disbelief and despair, and after being frozen, it glowed with an eerie light under the flames.
"You have to walk one step at a time, and eat one bite at a time. I already said there were two layers of defense for you to break through one by one. How could you skip a level, Tom?"
Karl Orolin twirled his wand and approached the Mirror of Erised, kicking the frozen Quirrell sculpture to the ground.
"Stop playing dead. Come out and talk."
A faint black mist rose from the ice, condensing into Lord Voldemort's soul. He stared fixedly at Karl Orolin with a pair of blood-red eyes.
"Don't get too smug! Karl Orolin! I am immortal!"
"You think stopping me from getting the Philosopher's Stone! You think destroying a few Horcruxes! Do you think these can kill me? Impossible!"
Lord Voldemort's face was twisted almost to the point of cracking with rage, and his eyes burned with a violent fire of hatred, enough to make anyone who looked directly at him tremble with fear.
"Wait for my return! You Mudbloods and traitors! I will cut off your heads and hang them on the spires of Hogwarts! I will torment your souls until they are annihilated!"
"Wait! The Dark Lord's shadow will engulf the entire world! You cannot escape! Dumbledore cannot save you either!"
Facing Lord Voldemort's impotent rage and roaring shouts, Karl Orolin shrugged indifferently.
Then, with a brilliant smile, he elegantly bowed to conclude this perfect performance, mimicking the style of Jhin, the Virtuoso.
"You spoke too soon, Tom. Since you're here, why don't you stay?"
A raging sea of fire surged again, and violent flames gathered and rose, with more than a dozen small fire Dragons encircling Karl Orolin and Lord Voldemort.
A brilliant golden light began to shine, like a shield completely isolating everything.
"This is…"
Lord Voldemort's expression suddenly changed, sensing a terrible danger.
His soul transformed into a wisp of black smoke, attempting to escape, but was bounced back after colliding with the golden light.
"No! This is impossible!"
Amidst Lord Voldemort's desperate cries of alarm, a silver-white stream of water tightly coiled around his soul.
"Master Ball! Go!"
Karl Orolin pulled out a reddish-purple, white, and three-colored Poké Ball marked with the letter M from his wristband, and threw it with the coolest posture.
Upon impact, Lord Voldemort's soul mummy was sucked into the Master Ball, and a small, ethereal Stonehenge flashed by.
Karl Orolin summoned it into his hand with Accio, and with a thought, dispelled all the flames.
Then, once again, he walked with Grindelwald's gait to Dumbledore, who had already appeared, and held up the Master Ball in his hand to show him.
"Albus, Lord Voldemort successfully captured."
Dumbledore said nothing, but simply laughed heartily.
Hermione and Ron, standing beside him, shrieked with surprise, chattering away, making more noise than a flock of sparrows.
"Karl Orolin! You defeated You-Know-Who! No! You defeated Lord Voldemort!"
Ron's face was flushed with excitement; that was the Dark Lord everyone feared.
"Oh my goodness! This is incredible! I'll remember this day forever. It was really too dangerous just now, Harry and Professor Snape almost... Thankfully, it's all over!"
Hermione wiped her eyes, a little embarrassed, then pulled Ron and ran towards Harry. The three hugged tightly, jumping and cheering with joy.
Dumbledore winked at Karl Orolin, and both looked towards Snape.
After finding an opportunity to hit Lord Voldemort with Sectumsempra, Snape had fallen to the ground.
At this moment, he struggled to stand up, but due to the severe injuries inflicted by Lord Voldemort, he was clearly out of strength.
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