Quirrell

northern

Quirrell stood in front of the Mirror of Eris

"You!" Harry gasped in astonishment, "North, why are you here, are you all in this group?" “

The North waved his hand, "Yo, Harry, you know a big secret, why don't you kill you?"

Harry took two steps back, stagnant, and looked at North's face, "You're kidding"

"Nonsense"

"What kind of occasion are you kidding, Quirrell is Voldemort's man"

Beibei nodded, "Of course, they are a whole who loves each other, oops, the two men are combined with each other, spicy eyes, my titanium alloy dog eyes~!" After Beibei finished speaking, he began to scream and the corners of his eyes hurt.

Harry and Quirrell broke out in a cold sweat.

"North, will you shut up?"

The North glared at Quirrell, "Paralyzed, Lao Tzu will beat you to death in a while, now let you talk to Harry"

Harry was confused, and Quirrell smiled, "I was wondering if I would meet you here, Potter." ”

"But I foolishly thought it was—Snape—"

"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 that but—but—poor, knot-knot-stuttered Quirrell—professor?"

Harry couldn't believe it. It can't be true, it can't be.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I'm the one who wants to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over and cast a spell on Snape and inadvertently knocked me out. She ruined my gaze at you, in fact, just hold on for a few more seconds and I'll drop you off your broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-incantation to save your life, I would have thrown you to death. ”

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course," Quirrell said coldly, "why do you think he's refereeing your second match?" He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again. It's ridiculous...... In fact, he didn't bother to think about it. With Dumbledore here, I couldn't do anything. The other teachers thought that Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and that he had made himself very unpopular...... It's all a waste of time, though, and I'm going to kill you tonight anyway. ”

The North raised his hand and said, "Is it okay to interject?" ”

Quirrell and Harry???

"Actually, it's me who disturbed your gaze, hehe, I asked my four dogs to burn you, does Dragon Burn taste good?"

The north laughed very happily, Quirrell's face turned black in an instant, and he pointed at the north and roared, "It's you~!" “

"Lala, of course it's me, grandson, try your hand again"

Quirrell was unmoved

The north drew his right hand and cut it off between the lightning and flint

Quirrell's fingers spurted blood, "Ah~~!" My hand"

The north took back the soul slashing knife "If you scream again, the old lady will cut your other one"

Quirrell covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound, and quickly healed his wounds with magic.

The first time he saw such a ferocious north, Harry shrank his head silently, he didn't expect a leisurely north with nothing to do to be so terrifying, Harry was still a child who had never seen blood.

Looking at Quirrell to stop the blood, the north said, "Give your master's face, you can continue to chatter"

Quirrell nodded cautiously and summoned a rope to trap Harry, "You're too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, Potter. On Halloween's Eve, you were wandering around the school, and I knew right then that you saw me checking the mechanics of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I've got a special way of dealing with trolls - you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, while everyone was scrambling to look for the trolls, Snape, who had already been suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me—not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell muttered, tapping his hand along the frames around it. "Only Dumbledore could have such a thing...... But he's in London at the moment...... By the time he came back, I would have been gone......"

The only thing Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking and keep him from focusing on the mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—" he said presumptuously.

"That's right," Quirrell said, looking behind the magic mirror, "he was already eyeing me to know where I had come. He was suspicious of me all the time. He wanted to scare me—where could he scare me, and I had Voldemort as my backer......"

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

"I see the Philosopher's Stone...... I'm dedicating 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 all his attention on the Magic Mirror, Harry winked at the north, who winked at him.

"Well, Harry, I'm giving you a chance to talk, let me think about it, Quirrell, don't run around, follow Harry's treatment"

Quirrell: "What?" ”

The golden rope sent to the North's hand and tied Quirrell and the North rewarded him with Harry's face.

"It's so nice to love each other, come on, continue your conversation, and decrypt Harry"

Quirrell: "You're not afraid of my master"

The North plucked out his ears and said, "Shut up grandson, either continue to love Harry, or you will die"

Quirrell tried to break away, but found it a bit futile, so he had to listen to the north continue to face Harry.

Harry saw that Quirrell had been subdued, and seized the opportunity to continue asking his doubts, "But Snape always seemed to hate me so much. ”

"Oh, he does hate you, of course he will hate you. He studied at Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? The two of them hate each other and don't share each other's sky. But he never wants you dead. ”

"Why?"

"Ha, you can ask him this question yourself"

It seemed that Quirrell was not going to answer, and Snape probably did not tell himself, so he continued to ask, "But I heard you crying a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you......"

"Sometimes, I find it difficult to follow my master's commands—he is a great wizard, and my power is so weak—"

"Are you saying that he was the one who was in the classroom with you at the time?" Harry asked, surprised.

"He's with me wherever I go," Quirrell said calmly, "and I met him while traveling the world." I was a stupid boy with a ridiculous idea of right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those who are incompetent who cannot gain power......

Quirrell's voice grew too low to be heard, as if he was muffling his voice and cursing something.

"I really don't understand...... Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in a mirror? Should I break the mirror? What's going on with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, master!"

To be continued