It is a very imposing mirror, high to the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet, and at the top of it is engraved a line of letters: Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi.

Of course, before seeing that line of letters, Neville first saw what he saw in the mirror.

"It's ......"

The expression on Neville's face was even more confused, for it was not only his mirror image in the mirror, but also other people, such as his parents, Uncle Algie and Aunt Ani, and Mrs. Longbottom, all of whom were present in the mirror.

Without having to turn around, Neville knew that there was no one behind him, so he was confused by the family portrait appearing in the mirror. The characters on this family portrait all look young, grandma is at least twenty years younger and radiant, Uncle Algi has not become a middle-aged uncle like he is now, Neville's parents are standing behind him with a smile, and Neville's height is already taller than his father, but for some reason he is actually bald......

The picture looked very problematic, but Neville didn't explore why, he just stared at the young version of himself in the mirror, staring at the bare head, and subconsciously scratched his head.

The touch on his hand tells Neville that his hair is still there, but if the mirror shows his future self, that means that sooner or later he will become a bald man?

However, this is a minor problem, Neville has not forgotten the purpose of this trip, the sooner he finds the Philosopher's Stone, the sooner he can go back, Harry and Hermione are still waiting for news from him.

There is something to remember, then there is something to forget, and Neville has now forgotten a very important thing.

And what about the thief who entered before them?

Walking around the mirror, checking to see if the Philosopher's Stone was hidden somewhere on top of it, Neville returned to the mirror after a while.

"Where the hell is the Philosopher's Stone hidden?"

Neville muttered to himself that if he had gotten through all his defenses, according to Hagrid, the mirror was only left by Dumbledore. There were no doors to the next level, no monsters, no chessboards, no flying keys, just a strange mirror here, could it be that Dumbledore had taken the Philosopher's Stone with him when he left?

"Uh, is it really a trip for nothing......"

Neville scratched his head, he didn't think he could find the Philosopher's Stone anymore, but if the Philosopher's Stone was really here, wouldn't it be a bad thing for him to just leave?

This is a troubling question, especially for smart people.

Luckily, Neville wasn't a smart guy, so he came up with a solution.

"Forget it, carry the mirror back. ”

It's not an easy thing for the average person, but Neville can walk like a fly with a mirror on his shoulder.

Since this mirror is in this room, it must have its meaning, and if you can't crack it, then take it to find someone who can crack it or hide it in another place.

Neville's idea was still good, although there were many things he hadn't considered, such as how to make the three-meter-high mirror lead through the guò trapdoor.

I don't know if Neville's luck is good or bad, but before he can reach the door, the man he forgot about appears.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell, appeared before Neville. Now his face was not twitching at all, it was very cold, and he calmly looked at Neville, who was carrying the Mirror of Eris with a surprised face, and raised his hand to shoot a spell.

Some spells will show different colors as they pass through the air, and this [Petrification Spell] will be gray, and if it hits, it will freeze and immobilize.

Although Neville still didn't quite understand what was going on, his reaction was still quick, and he twisted his body to the side, and the gray light grazed his body, missing the target.

"Put down that mirror, Longbottom. ”

Quirrell's wand was still aimed at Neville, but he didn't continue to attack.

For a moment, Neville thought Quirrell had come to protect the Philosopher's Stone, mistaking him for a thief. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, his nose smelled the rancid stench again.

Looking at Quirrell with a grim expression, Neville's first reaction was not anger, but rejoicing, glad that the person he had broken the school rules was just a thief.

If the other professors saw this scene and saw Neville appear here, carrying the Mirror of Eris and trying to leave, it would really be unreasonable.

"I repeat, put down that mirror. ”

Because Neville didn't do so, Quirrell repeated what he had said. This time, Neville lowered the mirror, but he himself stood in front of it, blocking Quirrell.

"I won't let you steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

Neville said earnestly, his fist clenched, Quirrell was less than ten paces away from him, a distance he could strike in less than a second.

The corners of Quirrell's mouth curled up with disdain, he didn't stutter at all now, and he spoke fluently.

"Don't move, or your friends will ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his expression changed suddenly, as he had lost no trace of Neville from his vision. Before he could spot Neville, the golden light suddenly skyrocketed from his side, and a small golden shield appeared in the air, blocking Neville and his fist, but after a few moments it shattered into several pieces.

"Pong!"

Quirrell was thrust backwards and slammed into the wall, and a small golden shield appeared behind him, protecting him from the impact.

Where he had been standing, Neville stopped, looking at his fist and then at the little golden shield that had disappeared behind Quirrell, his expression a little solemn.

Quirrell was obviously prepared, otherwise the average wizard wouldn't have a protective spell on his body at all times, and the spell he used looked very similar to the Iron Armor Charm, but it was much more hidden.

"Don't move! or I'll kill your friend!"

Quirrell shouted before he could stand up, this time he was done, but Neville still moved. As before, Quirrell flew again, like a ghost fly that had been drawn by a bat. On his chest, a small golden shield suddenly appeared, and then shattered.

Quirrell's eyes looked like they were about to burst out, his wand shook slightly, and several spells shot at Neville in succession, and then a golden spell circled around him and vanished.

"Ah, what did you just say?"

Ten paces away from him, Neville stood there, his face blank. Judging from his reaction, he probably didn't hear the two words Quirrell said before, but he stopped when he heard a few key words, such as kill and friend.

Hearing this, Quirrell almost vomited blood, not only was he angry with Nawei, but those two blows really caused him some internal injuries. Not all wizards are physically strong, and even if they don't get hit by Neville head-on, those two hits are not good.

This time Quirrell didn't say anything more, just tapped his wand at the door, and then two people with ropes appeared.

Harry and Hermione.

"I'll say it one last time!"

Quirrell spat out a mouthful of bloodshot phlegm, gnashed his teeth at Neville, and said resentfully, "If you move again, I'll kill your friend!"

"Oh. ”

Glancing at the two friends who had become hostages, Neville stood there honestly, but when Quirrell cast a spell on him, he dodged it again.

Quirrell: "......"

Scratching his head, Neville said with some embarrassment, "Uh, it didn't count just now, you can do it again, I really didn't move this time." ”