"Take advantage of that boy - take advantage of that boy—"

Lawrence stepped into the room and saw that Harry was being tied up, and a creepy voice came from Quirrell, although Quirrell had his back to him, Lawrence could be sure that it was definitely not Quirrell's voice,

"Ah, yes," the voice said, "looks like we have an uninvited guest?"

"Oh, master," Quirrell turned abruptly and hesitantly raised his wand, "This?"

"Lawrence?" Harry yelled, Lawrence shook his head slightly, Harry shut his mouth,

"It seems that Harry Potter is not the only one who has discovered the little secrets," the voice said, "let them use them together."

"Yes—Potter, Rovander, come here." Quirrell held his wand and said, Lawrence walked cautiously, his purpose was to stall for time, waiting for Dumbledore or the professors to help,

Quirrell waved his wand to loosen the rope that bound Harry, Lawrence pulled Harry from the ground, and the two walked to the mirror together.

"Come here," Quirrell urged them, "look at this mirror and tell me what you see?"

Harry was surprised to find that although he was a little uneasy in the mirror, he was not as panicked as he imagined, Lawrence in the mirror suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, winked at him, put his hand into his robe, took out a blood-red stone, winked at Harry again, handed the stone to Harry in the mirror, and Harry in the mirror put the stone in his pocket,

Suddenly Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket, and it was so unbelievable - he got the stone.

"Alright?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What do you see?"

"I saw myself shaking hands with Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry said, plucking up his courage, trying to make up a lie, "and I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

"What about you?" Quirrell glared at Lawrence and said,

"I saw the school toilets," Lawrence said, "and they were all blown up by me and the Weasley brothers."

Harry couldn't help laughing, he was surprised that he still wanted to laugh.

"Oh, get out of here!" Quirrell drank, and Lawrence grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him back,

"He's lying, they're lying – let me tell them." The terrible voice came from Quirrell again,

"Wait for me to run, and you will run." Lawrence whispered, "I'm here to stop that."

Quirrell unbuttoned his turban with trembling hands, there was no hair on his head, and then he turned slowly, and the back of his head had a miserable white face, a pair of sparkling red eyes embedded in his face, and his nose was a crack like a snake,

"Harry. Potter, we meet again......" In Lawrence's eyes, Voldemort's figure began to alternate between black and white, like an old black-and-white TV, constantly flickering,

"Damn," Lawrence thought, whispering and humming again, and the world in his eyes was blurry and clear, as if the camera was adjusting its focus,

"What have you seen me become?" Voldemort said, "All I have left is shadow and smell...... You can only share a body with others...... In the forest...... In the past few weeks...... The blood of the unicorn keeps strengthening me......

Lawrence found that as long as he concentrated, the whispering and humming became smaller, allowing him to hear the outside world clearly.

"Now, if you give me the stone, I'll get a new body," Voldemort sneered, "Do you think that the Gryffindor next to you will be able to save your life?"

"Harry, back off." Lawrence said he was trying to concentrate and clenched the wand in his robes

"Don't be stupid, Harry. Potter, and the little geniuses from Muggles," said Voldemort, "it's a shame that I've been listening to other teachers all year about how amazing Gryffindor's little geniuses are."

"But soon, he'll be like Harry. Like Potter's parents, they begged for mercy like me before they died—"

"You're lying!" Harry yelled, and Lawrence just pulled him backwards,

"How touching?" Voldemort roared, "I seem to admire courage, your parents are very brave, I killed your father first, and he fought valiantly to the end, your mother, in fact, did not have to die, but to protect you—"

"Don't listen to him, Harry." Lawrence said, "He's shaking your idea of rebellion."

"Yes, that's right," Voldemort said nonchalantly, "here today, I would have killed this little Gryffindor genius, but, hand over the stone, Harry. Potter, I can not kill him—"

"You're killing, huh?" Lawrence yelled, "Harry, run."

"Kill him, Quirrell!" Voldemort screamed,

Quirrell turned around, and a purple light erupted from the tip of his wand, and the tip of Lawrence's wand also burst out with a blue light, and after the spells collided, a small crater was blown into the ground.

"You......" Quirrell exclaimed in shock,

Lawrence didn't speak, and he didn't know why he was able to shoot the spell.

"Change the spell and kill him!" Voldemort screamed,

Quirrell hurriedly cast a spell, but Lawrence just waved his wand and deflected the spell to the ceiling, blasting a pile of falling rocks, Lawrence didn't stop, he tapped the falling stones from the sky, and guided them into Quirrell,

"Useless stuff—let me do it." Voldemort roared, Quirrell's body flew up, and he turned to reveal Voldemort's terrifying face, his mouth opened, and he spat out a trace of black gas, and as soon as the falling rock touched the black gas, it turned into dust and scattered, and shot towards Lawrence,

Lawrence swung his wand to create a shield of light, but was staggered backwards by the black gas blast, and sat down beside Harry.

"Why didn't you leave?" Lawrence asked in a low voice, wiping the blood from his nose,

"No door, Lawrence, shall we give him the stones?" Harry said as he took the stone out, "He said he wouldn't kill you."

"Don't be stupid." Lawrence said, looking at the blood-red glow of the stone and losing his mind, "Give it to him and we'll all die."

"It amazes me." Voldemort didn't attack while they spoke, he stared at Lawrence with glowing red eyes, "You've blocked my unique magic."

"Was it a surprise?" Lawrence stopped the bleeding, stood up and asked,

From just now, the whispering and buzzing disappeared completely, the world in his eyes seemed very clear, he could feel Harry's nervous emotions on the side, the warm and firm protective power on his scar, and a shadow in his body, and Voldemort's body was like a black hole, as if he was about to devour everything, he could feel the breath that was twisted to the limit, and it was incompatible with the normal world,

"You're the same as me, we're the same people," Voldemort said, and Lawrence could clearly feel the strange excitement coming from him, "Don't deny it, you can feel it too, can you?" The true face of this world?"

"Lawrence is not like you." Harry shouted,

"Shut up, Harry. Potter." Voldemort screamed, "Lawrence. Rovande, you made me change my mind and kill Harry. Potter, I'll teach you how to use this immense power."

Harry felt cold all over, he looked at Lawrence in despair, he wished he could trust Lawrence, but he didn't know if he could trust anyone before the threat of death?

"Do you believe me? Harry." Lawrence asked in a low voice, "Give me the stone."

"I...... I believe in you." Harry hesitated for a moment and gave the stone to Lawrence, who caught the stone with his left hand and pointed his wand at it.

"Let us go." Lawrence said calmly, "Or I'll ruin this thing."

"Don't be stupid, I can see your miserable early childhood in your eyes," Voldemort said excitedly, "Come, come to me, be my most faithful Death Eater, and when we unify England, you will be one man under ten thousand."

"Shut up, you don't understand anything, Voldemort." Lawrence roared, and then there was a frightening silence, and Harry felt his scar begin to burn, causing him to squint in pain,

"You call me by my name," Voldemort said calmly, but anyone could feel his anger, Harry had fallen to the ground in pain, but Lawrence didn't dare to check Harry's condition, "People like us, always."

"So, I think you mean to decline my invitation," Voldemort asked softly, "that is, you still believe in 'love'?" I still believe in the Muggle-loving White Wizard who is known as the greatest white wizard of our time. Dumbledore?"

"You'll regret it, let you see?" Voldemort's words exuded a fatal attraction, and Lawrence's eyes unconsciously met his glowing red eyes,

"Enjoy the memories of despair." Voldemort smiled maniacally,

Lawrence used all his strength to look away from Voldemort's gaze, and then shot a spell that hit the Philosopher's Stone, but he felt himself also hit by Voldemort's spell,

Lawrence's eyes darkened, chaotic dreams came to him, and he knew that the philosopher's stone in his hand had not been destroyed by his own spell,

"Harry, take it." Lawrence said that he then felt Harry take the Philosopher's Stone,

"Catch Harry Potter, Quirrell."

He heard Quirrell's screams, Voldemort's high-pitched screams, and Lawrence could no longer maintain consciousness.

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Author's note: I've always thought this chapter was weird, but I couldn't say what was weird, so I changed it many times.

Author's remarks:

Written on 3/24/2014 at 6:25 p.m

Today's second shift, because some words are not spit out and unpleasant,

Readers should know that I am from Taiwan,

I have no intention of provoking confrontation between the two sides of the strait.

I don't use any sensitive words,

I'm not going to comment on which systems are good and which are bad.

Trouble to look calmly, if you don't want to read, now press the previous page and come,

I don't like irrational abuse,

If you haven't clicked on the previous page here, I'll assume that you agree with what I said above.

Many people should know that a very big thing happened in Taiwan last week.

I'm not here to discuss whether the agreement is good or bad, and I don't have the expertise to discuss.

In our case, there are protests in question, and those in higher positions come forward, accept or refute, available for public comment,

This is a different system, I just mentioned it slightly, I hope there is no violation of the rules of the site,

Our generation has been bored for too long, and someone has come out,

Originally, everything was fine,

Although the superior does not respond to questions,

Despite the fact that they sleep in sleeping bags at night (or even without sleeping bags),

You can only eat instant noodles and drink mineral water for three meals (but there are still well-wishers who will deliver bento),

Although it has been raining in Taiwan these days, the weather is so cold that it can't be done,

Albeit......

But last night the tone changed,

The hawks of the protest were dissatisfied with the fact that the superiors did not respond to the questions and rushed into another important organ,

The police attacked the unarmed populace,

Note: Unarmed, Unarmed, Unarmed,

I don't understand what the hatred is, I've seen the videos, photos, and text descriptions,

The blood on the face, the blood on the clothes, the blood on the ground, the red and the red, the red, the

The superior manipulates the media to smear, spread rumors, and conceal the truth.

Every video shot by the people on the spot is filmed at the risk of being dragged in and beaten.

For the sake of news, some media even kicked down the trash can themselves to film the "riot" of the so-called "mob",

Facing the crowd sitting on the ground holding hands, the commander shouted forward and forward,

In order not to let the people have bruises, they use "stepping" instead of "kicking",

They tore off the police badge so that the public could not accuse the public of who had overenforced the law based on the number.

In the past few days, I have been in a very uneasy mood, and unjust things have made me powerless and angry.

But I'm at a loss, where is the road? When will justice come?

I will finish the first volume, and the second volume will disappear into the secret room, and the update speed cannot be guaranteed.

Forgive me for not being able to write in this mood.