Vio didn't look back, she could guess who was behind her. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be anyone else but Quirrell? At this point, she would no longer delude herself into fantasizing about someone else who could save them.

When her shoulder was held back by her hand, Vio calmly turned around, the light in her eyes dimmed again, and her whole person exuded a sense of loss of vitality.

"Not bad. Yes, if you're not that in the way—" The sound that came from deep in his throat made Vio wish he could finish it all quickly. "When it's over, you'll still be alive・・・・・・" Quirrell pressed her, stepping towards the door sealed in black flames, a taunting glint in Vio's eyes.

Before turning around, she noticed that when Quirrell appeared, the purple flames that had sealed the way out had disappeared, and she could clearly see the corridor leading to the room where the troll had been.

Immediately after, Quirrell struck at the black flames blocking his way.

It was impossible to see what Quirrell was doing, but for a split second, his wand emitted a dark glow, and when that light hit the flames, it immediately turned into a mist that enveloped the black flames, and a few seconds later, a deep blue steam rose in the air. When Vio looked closely, the location of the black flame had turned into a void.

The door to the last room leading to the Philosopher's Stone was permanently destroyed.

"Alright. Quirrell's voice was tinged with subtle excitement, even a hint of joy. "No one can stop me, my master. ”

He gave up on pressing Vio's shoulders and snapped his fingers instead. Immediately, several ropes jumped out of thin air, firmly tying Vio up, and he looked at the knots that the ropes finally wrapped together to form a knot, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he walked through the gate as easily as he walked through the woods.

Vio was driven by an invisible magic to follow.

When they appeared in the room, Harry was standing in front of the Mirror of Eris.

He heard a noise coming from the doorway, and turned around—

By this time, Quirrell had taken the hood off his head, just wrapping his scarf around as usual.

Harry looked at him, gasping for breath in astonishment.

"You—you, Dumbledore sent you?" he asked, uncertain.

Quirrell smiled. Vio heard him say calmly, "Of course Professor Dumbledore sent me. We need to transfer the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape will be here soon—give it to me. ”

"Why did Vio come in with you?" Harry asked, confused, "I told her to go- wake up Ron and take Her・・・・・・mione away," he looked carefully at the rope that Vio was wearing that almost blended in with the color of her school uniform, and his eyes immediately became wary. "I didn't find the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"We all know each other," Quirrell said sarcastically, looking at him, "but after this incident, I promise, you'll know my way of doing things well." Come on, Harry, if you're willing to sacrifice your friend for a tiny stone, you can hold on a little longer. ”

As he spoke, he pushed Vio forward. Vio resisted his body's instinctive act of resistance and staggered forward a few steps in obedience before staggering to his feet. She looked at Harry, her eyes hollow.

Vio didn't know if she would be able to live, but she couldn't prematurely expose the fact that she wasn't under the Imperius Curse - who knew what Dumbledore and Snape would think of her, especially now, if she had behaved a little more normal, Quirrell would have killed her first to avoid more trouble.

"Wait-" Harry looked at Vio and saw that she hadn't reacted at all, she didn't look like a normal person at all, he wondered if it was really Vio, but he didn't dare to risk it. The best he could think of now was to desperately stall for time and talk to Quirrell without words.

"I thought, I really thought, it was Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. The laugh was nothing like the high-pitched, shrill trills he usually produced, but a chilling sneer.

"Not bad at all. Snape doesn't look like a good man, does he? he flies around like a giant bat, which helps us. With the hatred he has attracted you there, who would doubt - but- but, pitiful, knot--stammering Quirrell, teach--professor?"

Harry couldn't seem to believe it, he took off his glasses and wiped them over and over again in vain, and at several times his eyes almost slipped from his trembling hands.

"But, Snape was trying to kill me! He was chanting a spell to me at the Quidditch game against Slytherin before Christmas—"

"No, no, no, I'm the one who wants to kill you. It's always been me. I'm starting to wonder if your glasses really make your eyesight less sharp. Quirrell said, "Your friend Granger rushed over and cast a spell on Snape and inadvertently knocked me down. She ruined my gaze at you, in fact, just give me a few more seconds and I can make you fall off your broomstick. If it weren't for Snape's incantation to save your life, you would probably be in the graveyard by now, if anyone else had taken pity on you. ”

"Are you- you mean, Snape trying to save me?"

"Of course. Quirrell said, becoming more and more impatient, "Why do you think he would be the referee in the second match? He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again! It's ridiculous・・・・・・ he doesn't need to bother at all, Dumbledore is there, I will definitely not make a move." The other teachers thought it was all nonsense ・・・・・・ Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning, but how about it, have you figured it out? Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't even think about it! I'm not going to give you the Philosopher's Stone. Harry took a deep breath and looked apologetically at Vio, he hadn't had time to find the Philosopher's Stone, but he had to pretend that he had already gotten it, lest Quirrell find the Philosopher's Stone with magic he didn't know - that way, if Quirrell was really crazy about what he was going to do to Vio, and what he caught happened to be a real Vio - then Vio might be ・・・・・・

He couldn't help but stop thinking about it, and stared intently at Quirrell's every move.

"You-!" Quirrell was annoyed, and he raised his wand at Vio-

"Wait, if, if you'll tell me something more, something that has puzzled me for a long time—something I must know the answer to before it's all over, I will," Harry clenched his hands into fists, "I'll think about it, give you the Philosopher's Stone—"

Quirrell glanced at him and slowly lowered his wand, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"How did you know we'd be here tonight, coming here?" Harry said nowhere to the Philosopher's Stone, not wanting to stir Quirrell's thoughts any longer.

"Hmph. Quirrell glanced at him contemptuously, with a hint of smugness, "Isn't that strange—Louwe had a harp in there before you came in?"

"You put it?"