The bottle of potion was literally like ice, and it soaked all over Harry's body at once. He shuddered and walked forward, black flames licking at his body, but he didn't feel anything—and then he made it to the last room.

There was already a person there.

Quirrell, sure enough, Quirrell.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Harry still couldn't believe all this at this time.

"Oh, it doesn't seem as surprising as I thought?" Quirrell looked at Harry with interest, who was standing upright, still wearing the ridiculously big scarf on his head. At this point, he didn't seem to stutter at all.

"I thought I was supposed to be good at acting - Snape looked more like a badass than I did, didn't he? He flew around like a giant bat and sprayed venom, which helped us. With him in front of him, who would doubt a be-but-pitiful, stammering-baba Professor Quirrell? ”

"But you're still seen through by us!" Harry's wand was pointed at Quirrell, and he stood there with nothing in his hands, but he didn't look worried. It alarmed him, "Brandi and Hermione have been suspicious of you all along. ”

"Oh, yes! Barton... Yes, he was suspicious of me. A haze flashed across Quirrell's face. I was prepared the moment I came out of the Forbidden Forest...... At that time, I was so miserable that I even showed my original voice - but fortunately, Barton's brain was not as smart as I thought, and I hibernated for a long time, even speaking in class in a deliberate whisper, for fear that Barton would wake up one day. But he didn't recognize him until yesterday when you eavesdropped on my office! It's ridiculous! ”

"You knew we were there!" Harry only felt breathless. "So you deliberately showed us it? Let's think Snape is threatening you? ”

Quirrell shuddered imperceptibly, a look of fear on his pale face for the first time.

"That's not acting, Harry, to be honest. Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult for me to obey my master's orders—he is a great wizard, and I go so insignificant—that I dare not go to the Forbidden Forest to suck the blood of a unicorn, much to my master's disappointment." Merlin, that was a terrible punishment......"

His voice gradually deepened, as if immersed in his painful memory.

Harry's mind was spinning, it looked like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...... And he does look as weak as Brandi says he is. Just let him be a little more distracted-

"Then I suppose after today, you will still be punished by Voldemort, your plan is not destined to succeed - my companion has gone back to inform the professors, just take it, Quirrell."

What he didn't expect was that Quirrell didn't have any surprise or panic at all, but he shook all over, and the facial features on his face twisted together hideously.

"How dare you! How dare you call the owner by his name! He roared angrily and snapped his fingers. A few ropes appeared out of thin air beside him, and Harry didn't know what he wanted to do - but it was too fast. He didn't finish his incantation, and he was tied up in a strong knot.

"The owner's name isn't something anyone can just mention, Potter. If it weren't for the fact that my master specifically told me to let you come here alive, I would have killed you right now! His face was close at hand, and he said with a spit flying. Now honestly stay by the sidelines, I need to take a closer look at this mirror. ”

It was only then that Harry noticed what was standing behind Quirrell. That's the Mirror of Eris.

"There's just such a mirror in here, it must be the mechanism that hides the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell carefully fumbled with the pattern of the frame. "Yes, I can feel the magic within......"

Harry watched in horror as he studied around the mirror, the only thing he could do until now was to try to talk to Quirrell and not let him focus entirely on the mirror.

"You just said Voldemort wanted me to be here alive?"

This is also the question he wants to know the most.

"Shut up! Potter, do you think I can't kill you? Quirrell said viciously, "Let me hear my master's name again, and I'll make your life worse than death!" He angrily walked around the back of the mirror to look at it. You don't think it's strange that I just passed through there, but the dragon is still sleeping so deeply, so he let you come over so safely? ”

Harry blinked in confusion, the dragon was still fighting with Brandi and them ten minutes ago, why- huh? Did he mean that if everyone chose to sneak past the dragon honestly, they could have avoided fighting it entirely???

He was surprised for a long time and didn't speak. This made Quirrell mistakenly think that what he said was the truth, so he snorted and said coldly. "It took me a lot of effort to calm the dragon with my scarf - the scent of the sleeping dragon on it wasn't as strong as it used to be, but I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Quirrell walked up to Harry, grinning in a chill.

"I was wondering even now, I have already solved your biggest trouble, why did you and Granger still come so slowly, even Miss Know-It-All can't see through Sinista's trick of using tarot cards to interfere with you? But luckily, it seems that the mudblood species is really interesting. You've made it through the astral labyrinth and Snape's potions reasoning, and yes, it's worth the reward—Gryffindor plus fifty points. Isn't it exciting - Harry Potter. ”

Quirrell's mouth grinned at the base of his ears, and his laughter was incomparably oozing.

Harry, who had been given the extra points, didn't feel happy at all, and he sensed something unsettling in Quirrell's words, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"You mean, you're waiting for me?!" He cried out in surprise. "You know I'm going to be the one who's going to come in at the end?"

"Of course, otherwise what do you think I'm going to do with that potion in that bottle?" Quirrell smirked, "Ha, I forgot to tell you that if the clever Miss Granger had already returned to the trapdoor for help according to your plan - Dumbledore was probably going to collect her body the next morning - I had exchanged something interesting in there. ”

Harry's face turned pale, and Quirrell's vicious words drained the last glimmer of hope from his heart.

Hermione she ......

"No!" He screamed in horror. He tried to struggle - but suddenly he found that his body was slowly becoming weak, and the exhaustion of his body was flooding into his mind. As soon as the hand loosened, the wand fell to the ground.

"So you should understand by now why I wouldn't panic even if you had a wand—"

Quirrell triumphantly picked up Harry's wand, and he turned his head away from Harry, staring greedily into the mirror.

"Ah, the Philosopher's Stone! It's such a beautiful thing...... I'm dedicating it to my master...... But where is it hidden, I really don't understand! Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in a mirror? Should I break it? ”

Harry barely managed to stand up straight to keep himself from falling, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard. It must have been bitten, and the sharp pain and the smell of blood in his mouth made him suddenly sober up. He understood that no one could come to his aid anymore – except himself.

But how could he stop Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone...... Is it also necessary to look in the mirror?

"The hosts! I can't find it, I need your help......"

Just as Harry was about to try to move his body, he suddenly heard a voice in horror, coming from Quirrell's body - Brandi had told him this! Harry's forehead tingled suddenly.

It's Voldemort!

"Take advantage of him...... Take advantage of him! ”

Quirrell's face turned to Harry.

"Alright, Potter, come up here!"

He slapped his hands, and Harry felt a lightness on his body, and the rope disappeared from his body. His legs went limp, and he almost didn't fall straight down.

"Come on here! Porter...... Go look in the mirror! Tell me what you see! ”

Harry staggered towards him, a simple thought left in his brain, which had begun to become dull, - to lie to him!

Quirrell stood behind him, and Harry once again smelled the scent of the sleeping dragon—the Norwegian Ridgeback that he had tamed with the scent of his scarf. Harry closed his eyes and stood in front of the magic mirror, hypnotizing himself desperately.

I want the Philosopher's Stone!

He opened his eyes, and then, his eyes widened suddenly.

——————

"Say! What do you see! ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, then stammered. "I saw you knocked to the ground by Dumbledore, covered in blood. I, Hermione and I were celebrating. ”

"Rubbish!" Quirrell began to curse, "Get out of here." ”

Harry hurriedly stepped aside, his eyes fixed on Quirrell, and slowly moved behind him - I don't know if the potion was still there, but it didn't matter, he would rather be reduced to ashes in the flames with it than give the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell!

He turned with difficulty, and ran towards the door—he heard the sharp voice again.

"He's lying...... He's lying! Let me talk, face to face! ”

"But master," Quirrell's expression looked terrified. "You've ......"

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can touch the Philosopher's Stone in a moment......"

Harry tried to run backwards, but his legs wouldn't listen. He stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raise his hand and undo the scarf from his head—he knew what he was about to see. Immediately afterward, Quirrell slowly turned in place.

Harry was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, and Quirrell's head had a strange bulge on the back of his head, and the tumor-like flesh was clearly visible on the hideous features. What kind of face it had to be, dead white as chalk, eyes as hollow as the sockets of a skelet, and two long, snake-like nostrils underneath.

"Oh... Finally meet again... Harry... Porter. ”