Quirrell spun back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into the mirror.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he got tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing his full attention on the Magic Mirror.

"I really don't understand, is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" After several failed attempts, Quirrell tapped the mirror a few times with some impatience.

"What's going on with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, master!" Harry was horrified to hear a voice reply, seemingly coming from Quirrell's own body. "Take advantage of that boy," Quirrell turned to Harry. "All right—Potter—come up here."

A hint of surprise appeared on Augustus's always calm face, this voice seemed to be the person he had met in the Forbidden Forest, so to speak, such a complicated aura on that person's body could be explained, if there was no mistake.

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry came free of their own accord. Harry slowly stood up. "Come up here," Quirrell said again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him.

"I'll have to lie to him," he thought desperately, "I'll have to look in the mirror and make up a lie to lie to him, and that's it." ”

Quirrell leaned behind him. Harry smelled a strange odor that seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head. He closed his eyes, stood in front of the mirror, and opened them.

He saw himself in the mirror, and at first he was pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled. In the mirror, Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket - just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket. It's unbelievable - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Augustus stared at Harry's pocket, under the effect of the Eye of Discovery, an item that exuded a huge magical source of power fell into Harry's pocket, so it seems that everything was arranged by Dumbledore, even if he didn't follow Harry and the three of them here, Harry would definitely be able to obtain the Philosopher's Stone in the end, which was both an adventurous test and a perfect test for them. I have to say that for Harry, Dumbledore really put a lot of effort into it.

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

Harry plucked up his courage.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he said spontaneously, "I won the House Cup for Gryffindor." ”

"He's lying, he's lying"

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted, "Tell me the truth!" What did you just see?"

The shrill voice spoke.

"Let me talk to him face-to-face"

"Master, your strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"I still have that strength"

Harry tried to scream, but couldn't make a sound. In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. The color of the face was dead like chalk, the red eyes glowed, and below it were two long nostrils as slender as snakes.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Augustus had a look of pity in his eyes, it seemed that his speculation was correct, that Voldemort was just an anomalous being who parasitized others and survived by enduring curses and absorbing the blood of unicorns.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs didn't stop.

"Look what I've become!" The face said, "Only shadows and vapors remain, and I can only have a body if I share a body with others, but there are always some people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds, and in the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has given me some strength, and that day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest, and once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate a body of my own, okay, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

It turns out that he knows the truth! Harry's leg suddenly felt again. He staggered back.

"Don't be stupid," said the face viciously, "you'd better save your own life and take refuge in me, or you'll be like your parents, who begged me for mercy before they died."

"Lie!" Harry shouted violently.

Quirrell backed away and pressed towards him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him. Now there was a sinister smile on that evil face.

"How touching," he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage, yes, son, your parents were very brave back then, I killed your father first, but he would rather die than give in, bravely fight me, your mother doesn't have to die, she desperately wants to protect you, give me the Philosopher's Stone, don't let your mother die for you." ”

"Don't think!" Harry struggled to run to the black door behind him.

"This is the end of it. Now it's time to pick up where we left off with our last unfinished magical exchange. The fading technique was canceled, and Augustus's slender figure slowly appeared in the room, and a blazing heat with an icy aura instantly enveloped the entire room.

"Is that you?" There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's scarlet eyes, "It's hard for me to understand why a Slytherin would be so interested in Gryffindor, but it's a pity that your magical talent ended up being Dumbledore's thug." ”

Augustus smiled indifferently, "No matter what, whether it is used as a tool of others or not, as long as you follow your heart, follow your feelings, and make all the decisions, the final step must be the stone under your feet to the magic avenue, free, casual, without deliberately thinking too much, this is the path I pursue." ”

"Wonderful!" There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and he clapped his hands, "At such an age, I have already made my way clear, such an understanding is really amazing, not to mention the talent of magic, the most fundamental condition for a person to become a legend is to walk out of a path that others have never walked, in you, I have seen the shadow of a legend in the future." As a Slytherin senior, I wish you in advance the road of legends. ”

Augustus's silver pupils flashed with approval, the legend in front of him was very comparable, and just as an opponent, he had surpassed most of the legendary mages in the otherworldly realm.

"Let's do it, I hope we can have fun this time." Augustus pulled out his silver wand, and the slightly flowing hot and cold air in the room suddenly staggered violently, clusters of wind and tide flowed wantonly, ice crystal sparks began to appear in the air, and pure white and red dots of light flickered brightly or darkly beside Augustus, and a depressing atmosphere slowly enveloped the entire room.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out.