"Who else but me? I thought you'd learn to use your brains, like your mudblood--what does it matter, that I can deal with you more easily. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoYou're too nosy, Potter. On Halloween Eve, you were wandering around the school, and I knew right then that you saw me checking the Philosopher's Stone mechanism - alas, the giant troll didn't kill you, your little friends - what a hindrance・・・・・・

"And that stupid Snape, who, after everyone's attention was drawn to the trolls, thought I might go to the fourth floor to spy on the agency, and he almost got his leg bitten off by the big dog. It's funny. Instead, he reminded me that animals might have to be treated differently - so my master guided me to take out a dragon egg that we had found a year earlier when we passed by a dragon farm in Norway on our travels, and I just said a few casual words, and the stupid big guy told me all the secrets.

"Without Lu Wei's obstacles, I can naturally go to the fourth floor every night ・・・・・・ have a look and study every mechanism. So--I didn't put the harp in advance tonight, but I left it there a long time ago--I had searched for so many days, until tonight I happened to catch this little girl who was lone (he pointed to Vio).

"I had noticed this girl as early as the day of the Forbidden Forest—my master had noticed something different about this girl that might cause trouble for our plans, and I would have had a good chance of getting rid of her・・・・・・ but by the mark of her hateful companion, her hateful unicorn・・・・・・・・・・・・ but fortunately, in the middle of the night she passed by the window of the faculty lounge on the first floor, and went upstairs as lightly as she could・・・・・・

"Ah, then, I realized, you're here tonight! My opportunity also came. ”

Quirrell looked at Harry and shook his head in a silent gesture, "Shhh, I don't ask your brain to think of more." You don't know as much about Dumbledore's old slippery head as I do, and you don't know how much hope he put in a group of children. ”

After Quirrell had said this, the room was quiet for a moment, and he walked back and forth by himself, glancing at the Mirror of Eris beside Harry.

Vio was trying to use this time to remind Harry that he had been awake all along, but needed his help untying the ropes-

Quirrell suddenly whispered, "Understood, master. ”

Then he raised his wand and swiped quickly. A vine sprouted from the tip of the staff and stretched out towards Harry—and in a moment it was tightly tied to him, and Harry struggled, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vine became entangled. Eventually, the vine had dug deep into his skin, and blood was oozing from his body・・・・・・

Quirrell grinned and held Harry down and pulled him to the Mirror of Eris, which looked trembling at the mirror.

Quirrell turned his back to Vio and yelled at Harry to tell him what he had seen in the mirror. Vio writhed anxiously at the rope on her body, hoping that it would release itself by this time - and in the next second, she really felt that the restraints on her body were gone, and her whole person became relaxed. The rope slipped off her and broke into several pieces.

She turned around in horror and saw the most unlikely person to see.

"You・・・・・・ why are you here—" she whispered as she moved her wrist, mixed feelings.

The other shook his head at her, pursing his lips.

They looked at each other tacitly, and Vio crept up on Quirrell from behind - he was still in a stalemate with Harry, tiny beads of blood pouring out of Harry's tracks, making him look like a demon, and his condition was terrifying.

But Vio knew that anyone could be a demon, and here, Harry was the least likely to be a demon.

Trembling, she pulled her wand from her robe, and held it up to Quirrell—many spells flashed through her mind, but only one came out—"Run, Piggy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around. Harry stopped struggling, Quirrell shuddered, and his arm jerked behind him - only to stop halfway through.

It was a historic moment of embarrassment. However, it is undeniable that the spell may have worked.

Quirrell let go of Harry and spun around sharply, not even speaking. He just focused on vio and waved his wand heavily.

A black light struck, and she was thrown up hard and slammed into the wall, falling to the ground. At the same time, another spell was aimed at the vines on Harry's body, and they shone brightly: "The vines are flying!"

Harry watched in amazement as the vines on his body tightened instead of letting go—but the vines pulled Harry to Draco's side as fast as he could—it was he who had just cast the spell.

"It's great that you're ・・・・・・ here・・・・・・" Harry muttered.

Quirrell was about to reflexively cast a spell on Harry and Draco after dealing with Vio, but a roar of rage interrupted him, "That's enough!

"You, but you're still weak—master・・・・・・"

"Hurry up!"

Harry stared blankly at Quirrell, at first he thought it was Quirrell's voice, but when he noticed that there was a sound, Quirrell's mouth didn't open at all, and he felt as if he was firmly entangled in the devil's web, and there was no trace of strength left in his body.

Draco too, watched in a daze as Quirrell raised his hand to untie the scarf from his head—the scene gave him a sense of déjà vu.

The moment the scarf fell, Quirrell's bare head looked bare, which was terrifying. Then, slowly, he turned in place.

The two boys saw that in what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a demonic face that looked like it came from hell.

"Harry Potter ・・・・・・," he whispered, stepping back closer to Harry with Quirrell's body as if he were on a walk.

Harry seemed to step back, but he couldn't, he couldn't control his legs.

Vio looked at all this, she didn't have the strength to do anything, her whole body hurt as if she was about to fall apart, and she could only curl up as much as possible to reduce the pain.

Dumbledore, will he still come?Draco's arrival undoubtedly delayed Voldemort's time for a while, did Snape understand her hint in the first place and inform Dumbledore?

"Look what I've become!" said the face, "only shadows and steam remain・・・・・・ and I can only share a body with others・・・・・・ but there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds・・・・・・ and the blood of unicorns has regained some ・・・・・・strength over the past few weeks," he said, in an almost lover-like whisper.

But the scarlet eyes were fixed on Draco, and almost immediately, Draco let out a wail of pain and collapsed.

"If it weren't for these two guys in the way - I could still get more unicorn blood・・・・・・ damn it・・・・・・ but once I get my hands on the elixir, I'll be able to recreate a body of my own・・・・・・ why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"