Hermione swallowed the potion in her mouth, and found that it was as cold as ice, and it penetrated all over her body at once. She stepped firmly past the wall of black flames.

For a moment, she seemed to be unable to see anything, and it was pitch black in front of her. When she saw the light again, she was stunned.

What kind of magic can make a room look like this?

Standing here was like standing on a lake as calm as a mirror—in fact, it was indeed the water under her feet at the moment, but it didn't fall because of it.

And in the middle of this lake, there is a gray-white rock platform, and at this moment, there is already a person standing on it.

"You!" Hermione looked at the familiar back and couldn't help but exclaim.

It wasn't Snape, it wasn't Voldemort, it was the stammering, always timid Defence Against the Dark Arts professor - Quirinus Quirrell.

Quirrell was still wearing his ridiculous turban, but the fact that he was here made Hermione feel a little creepy.

Quirrell turned around and smiled at Hermione with a surprised expression.

Now his face doesn't twitch at all and he speaks as smoothly and fluently as everyone else.

"It's me," he said calmly, "I was wondering if I'd ever meet Potter here." But I don't think it's a surprise that you, Miss Granger, are here. ”

"Oh! It's you, it turns out that Snape has been watching out for you! This made Harry mistakenly believe that Snape wanted—" Hermione was obviously smarter, and because of Marka, she didn't have the same dislike for Snape as Harry.

She thought about it for a moment, and then she almost straightened out the cause and effect.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yes! Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? He flew around like a giant bat, which helped us a lot. With him there, who would doubt the but, but, pitiful, knot, stammering Quirrell, the professor? ”

"No, I think Professor Dumbledore noticed," Hermione suppressed the uneasiness and fear in her heart, and pretended to look down at the lake, "I'm right, right?" Professor Dumbledore! ”

Quirrell was visibly frightened, and he shuddered a few steps back, his eyes fixed on the lake, but he saw nothing.

"No—it can't be!" Quirrell shouted frantically, "Dumbledore has been tricked into going to London by me!" At this time, he couldn't be here! ”

"Professor Dumbledore," continued Hermione, feeling that she had been corrupted by Maca and knew how to lie, "I think Professor Quirrell was just a ghost, he must have been tempted, otherwise he would never have done such a thing." After all, it is obviously impossible to succeed in stealing the Philosopher's Stone under your protection. ”

Quirrell shuddered, and he kept leaning towards the middle of the stone platform as he said "impossible" in a series of words. He knew that with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical prowess, he could come back at any time; Or - Dumbledore didn't leave at all?

"Idiot!"

A voice suddenly rang out somewhere behind Quirrell, a hoarse and feeble voice with a frightening coldness and ruthlessness.

"That little girl is lying to you! Dumbledore wasn't here at all! The voice roared, "If you dare to run away, I will make you want to die!" ”

Quirrell was so frightened by the sound that he fell to his knees, trembling all over his body, begging for mercy.

"Voldemort!" Hermione said in horror.

"Arrest her!"

Voldemort roared, and Quirrell immediately swung his wand and sent Hermione's wand flying into the distance with a disarming charm. Immediately, with another wave, Hermione suddenly felt an invisible force restricting her movements.

Hermione fell to the ground, but Quirrell ignored her, following Voldemort's orders and continuing to study the secrets of the room.

"Master, I think this is the place," Quirrell whispered, "there is nothing on this platform, only a sword stuck in the ground. ”

"Draw your sword!" Voldemort said in a low voice.

Quirrell immediately reached over and grabbed the sword that was stuck in the center of the platform, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Hmph, let me see for myself." Voldemort snorted coldly and ordered Quirrell.

"But, master...... You haven't recovered your stamina yet! ”

"That's a little bit of effort...... I still have it. ”

Hermione struggled, but found herself unable to move. She watched as Quirrell raised his hand to untie the scarf from his head - what was going on? The large scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small.

"Oh-"

From Hermione's point of view, it was easy to see that Quirrell had a terrifying face on the back of his head! The color of the face was as white as chalk, and the red eyes shone brightly, and below it were two long nostrils as slender as snakes.

Her eyes swept over Hermione, causing her to hold her breath. The next moment, Quirrell turned away.

"Uh-oh, yes. Gryffindor's sword, stuck in a rock? There was a hint of mockery in Voldemort's low, hoarse voice, "Dumbledore's little trick looks quite familiar. ”

"Bring that little girl over and let her draw her sword. Here, only she can do it. ”

"Yes, master." Quirrell replied cautiously.

He walked briskly towards Hermione, pulled her up, and dragged her to the Gryffindor sword.

Hermione couldn't help but look at the sword, which was a two-handed cross sword with intricate patterns, and a ruby on the hilt that was shining brightly. It was stuck diagonally on the platform, and it seemed easy to pull it out, but Quirrell couldn't pull it out with all his strength.

"Sword in the Stone?" Seeing this scene, Hermione's guess couldn't help but blurt out.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick Dumbledore made up of to follow the story of the Sword in the Stone." Voldemort said disdainfully, "Pull it out quickly, complete your mission, don't talk too much." ”

Hermione bit her lip and didn't say a word, she didn't move.

"Quirrell!" Seeing this, Voldemort roared.

"Yes, master!" Quirrell pulled Hermione to her feet, waved his wand to remove the restraint from her, and pressed her hand to the hilt of his sword.

"Pluck! Or do you want Quirrell to give you a Imperius Curse? ”

At Voldemort's angry roar, Hermione was genuinely scared—she had never seen such a horrible person.

Moreover, she had seen some information about the Imperius Curse in the book that Maca gave Harry about "Occlumency". It was a terrible spell. It can directly manipulate the human soul, allowing the recipient to do anything under the control of others.

Hermione gripped the hilt of her sword with a trembling hand, only to find that it was surprisingly light, and she pulled it out with only a little force. The ground crumbled a lot, revealing a small space underneath.

"Hahahaha-I saw it, it's down there!" Voldemort laughed and said, "Quirrell, take it out!" The time has come for you to make meritorious contributions! ”

Quirrell spun around, pushed Hermione away, and quickly reached for her hand.

"Oh - the Philosopher's Stone! It's really a philosopher's stone! Master, I got it for you! Quirrell held the transparent gem, which was red all over and glowed with a little gold inside, and lowered his head so that Voldemort could see it.

"Hahaha-haha-well, well done! You will be rewarded as you deserve. Voldemort looked at the stone with delight, the red light in his eyes deepening, "With it, I will be able to be resurrected perfectly, and I will return to this wonderful world with true eternal life!" Haha-uh-"

Voldemort was in the middle of his sentence when he found that the stone was slapped to the ground by Hermione. Voldemort forced Quirrell's neck and threw it up to the ground, only to shatter it with a click.

"No—how could it be! Little girl, I'm going to—" Voldemort's anger reached its extreme, and he looked at Hermione as if he were crazy, but suddenly stopped speaking.

Hermione quickly stepped back in fear, she didn't know where the courage had driven her to do it, but she knew she was in danger.

But Hermione stood by the black wall of flames and waited for a while, only to find that Voldemort was not looking at her at all, but staring at the calm lake.

“…… Sword in the stone, hum, sword in the stone? Voldemort said hatefully, "What a sword in a stone!" I almost fell for that old guy! ”

"Lord, Lord, Master, what is, what, what's going on?" Quirrell was stunned, he was really stuttering this time.

"King Arthur pulled out the sword in the stone, but it was not it that helped him to his heyday!" Voldemort seemed to explain, as if to say to himself, "The Sword in the Stone broke during a duel, and then his best friend and mentor, the wizard Merlin, took him to a lake and obtained the 'Sword of the Lake' in the hands of the Holy Maiden of the Lake, which was the real 'Sword of Broken Steel'!" ”

"So- that was the fake Philosopher's Stone just now, and it's really in the lake?" Quirrell continued.

"Let that stupid little girl stick the Gryffindor sword into the lake!" Voldemort roared.

When Hermione saw Quirrell walking towards her, she immediately raised the wand she had just secretly moved over to pick it up, but she didn't want to be knocked away by Quirrell again. It was clear that she was no match for Quirrell at all.

It seems that the claim that Quirrell was once an excellent student at Hogwarts is indeed true.

"Float into the air!" A simple levitation charm sent Hermione flying into the air under his control, and then fell suddenly.

When the blade of the Gryffindor sword touched the surface of the lake, Hermione immediately felt unsteady under her feet, and then she was surrounded by cold - she had fallen overboard!

The surface of the lake churned, and before long, a red stone suddenly flew up from the lake, and Quirrell swung his wand into his hand.

"Got it! Got it! This time it's true! Quirrell shouted excitedly.

"It's all thanks to that stupid little girl, hum-" said Voldemort, "what are you doing in a daze, get out of here!" Right away! ”

Ignoring the turbulence of the lake, Quirrell jumped into the water and swam towards the door. Not far away, Hermione finally sank into the water after hearing Voldemort's last words.