The sight of someone rotting alive had a strange effect on Harry. Instead of helping or running away in terror, he decided to take revenge! Emboldened by what happened, with a frantically beating heart and a destructive desire, the hero of the magical world pounced on the weakened man and tried to strangle him himself. The young magician watched the continuation of the terrible bacchanalia with hidden interest, because he did not expect such a reaction in any way - the boy's hands touched the professor's skin with a fan from the place of contact, the familiar gray spots of mold were sent, and then, as in horror films, the professor's scream stopped, the flesh floated like wax and sand fell on the floor as if from a destroyed sandcastle , where it mixed with the intact fabric of clothing.
Confused and stuttering even in his thoughts, the boy who became a catalyst in a complete nightmare, like all ordinary children, was in shock from the moment the professor towering over him tried to kill him, the same one who began to turn into a walking nightmare. Glancing at what had once been Professor Quirrell, Harry stumbled back and fell onto the stairs. Pale as snow, with uncontrollable hands that he wiped on his pants, he wanted to be anywhere but here, in this place of horror. The Philosopher's Stone dug painfully into his right leg through the fabric of his pocket, but not paying any attention to such inconvenience, the boy watched with all his eyes as what had once been Quirrell's hands or face remained between his toes.
But today's limit of monstrous experiences was not exhausted.
Harry Potter watched with all his eyes as Voldemort's parasite rose from the professor's ashes in the form of thick black smoke and quickly took the form of a human body. He was not afraid only because the body was already working to the limits of its capabilities. A disembodied figure, very similar to a ghost, at the same time possessed a threatening power. Some kind of otherworldly horror and stinging cold came over her. Harry's heart, which had been beating before that, began to slow down, at the same time freezing his body to the floor, preventing him from fulfilling the only correct command - to run as far as possible. The quick reaction, which he inherited from his ancestors and honed over the years of training on Privyt Drive, did not help the boy. All he could do was stare numbly at the approaching black vortex.
If Harry were a professional exorcist and had the opportunity to observe all the events from the side, he would understand that the appeared spirit flew into him and began to dissolve in him in order to take over the body and gain full control over the magical core. But confused by the events that happened and his own reactions, Harry could not put up much resistance and simply closed his eyes so as not to see it, but he felt the explosion of magical power that appeared nearby in a furious wild storm.
Everything around suddenly began to move, the stone cracked and burst in one place, melted and flowed in another, the winds roared and formed into a tornado, with the fury of titans tearing off and throwing all kinds of objects wherever possible. Hogwarts held on and did not release the raging element beyond the walls of this room, while the hall itself took on the appearance of after a point bombardment. In the epicenter of everything was a boy in a kind of trance - he was alive and well, only his hair stood on end and moved by itself.
A light click and the magical storm disappeared, taking most of the little boy's worries and fears with it, leaving destruction and chaos in its wake.
Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Complete debacle!
Oh, how he stuck!