Harry was horrified to hear a voice reply, as if it had come from Quirrell's own body.

"Take advantage of that boy...... Using that boy...... and the north we need to talk about it and resolve it."

The north dislikes Voldemort like a fly, "When will you become a humanoid and then take it, now like this, any two wild dogs can clean you up, that is, an idiot like Quirrell will let you get it"

Quirrell's face tilted, and he tried to retort, but the pain in his fingers reminded him that he couldn't afford to mess with the North.

Quirrell shouted at Harry, "-Potter-come up here." ”

Harry was trapped by Quirrell's magic and couldn't move, and Quirrell tried to unravel Harry's spell, but he was trapped by the north again, locking the magic to work.

"Master~!" Quirrell cried for help

Voldemort sighed, "North, can you untie it..."

"Nice sound"

"What?"

"For example, the great, cute, handsome, heroic, unprecedented, the first emperor in the world, the most awesome in Henggu or something, you look at it and praise me"

Voldemort and Quirrell didn't say a word for a long time, the North was disappointed, and pretended to look up at the ceiling and threaten each other, "It's almost time, Dumbledore is almost back"

Lord Voldemort ..... North, Great North, let Quirrell go, and me"

"Call Grandma"

Voldemort's angry face in Quirrell's head was crooked, how could he encounter such humiliation after he became famous, he had no choice but to endure this humiliation "Quirrell called her"

Quirrell silently lowered his head and shouted in a low voice, "Aunt.... Grandma"

"Good grandson, come and let me untie it for you, go find Harry and continue to love each other"

Harry looked terrified and shouted to the north, "Don't... Don't~! ”

"Hey"

The north spread his hands and said, "Look, he doesn't want to, what should he do?"

Voldemort "You can't do this"

"Okay, reputation first, but you can't hurt little Hayo"

Voldemort "can"

"Deal Closed"

The North let go of Quirrell, who let go of Harry and dragged Harry to the Mirror of Eris"

Ha Liu has a wit, just when he was talking about it just now, he thought of a way to obediently tame first and then lie and deceive people.

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.

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

Harry plucked up his courage, "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he said as he mischievolently, "I won the House Cup for Gryffindor." ”

Quirrell began to curse again.

"Get the hell out of here."

Quirrell followed the dog licking and grinding around the Mirror of Eris and circled again, and the Voldemort in Quirrell's head was so angry that the little brother he was looking for was so stupid that he had to remind him that "he was lying...... He's lying......"

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

The shrill voice spoke again.

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

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

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

Harry was trapped again, Quirrell's large scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small. Then, slowly, he turned in place.

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 face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

"Harry Potter ......," he whispered.

Harry tried to back off, but he couldn't move now.

"Look what I've become!" The face said, "Only shadows and vapors remained...... I can only have a body if I share a body with someone else...... But there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds...... Over the past few weeks, the unicorn's blood has regained some of my strength...... You saw Quirrell in the forest that day drinking blood for me...... Once I got my hands on the elixir, I was able to recreate a body of my own...... All right...... Why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

North interjected "Little Tom, you look like this, hey, I'll go, I almost didn't get sick to me"

Voldemort's eyes turned around, glared at the north, and said: You wait, when I return to my human form, I will....

Voldemort continued to yeat Harry, "If you want your own life, take refuge in me...... Otherwise, you will end up with the same fate as your parents...... Before they died, they begged me to spare their lives......"

"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.

A rope in the north trapped Quirrell, "Grandson, stay away, you can face the base, you can't do it"

"I've always admired courage...... Yes, child, your parents were brave back then...... I will kill your father first, but he will die rather than give in, and fight me bravely...... Your mother doesn't have to die...... She's desperate to protect you...... Alright, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you. ”

"Don't think!"

Harry slammed into the door that was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Catch him!" Immediately after, Harry felt Quirrell's hand grapple with his wrist.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead ached; He felt as if his head was about to split in half; He shouted loudly and struggled desperately; Then, to his astonishment, Quirrell let go of his hand, and the pain in his forehead lessened—Harry looked around blankly, looking for Quirrell, only to see him hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers—and he watched as they blistered one by one.

"Catch him! Catch him!" Voldemort screamed again. Quirrell tries to capture Harry, but is forgotten to be trapped by the North.

Quirrell struggled like a maggot, and the North reached out and dragged Quirrell to the ground.

The North unlocked Harry's magic, and Harry jumped to his feet, grabbing Quirrell's arm and pinching Quirrell's neck with the other.

Quirrell screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off—Harry's headache grew more and more intense—his eyes went black—only Quirrell's horrible screams and Voldemort's vicious roar could be heard: "Kill him!" Kill him!" Other voices were shouting, "Harry! Harry!" But maybe it was a hallucination in his mind.

He felt Quirrell's arm break free of him, he knew it was all over, and he sank into darkness and fell down...... Fall...... Fall......

As he was unconscious, he saw Quirrell's neck begin to melt and dissipate like a red soldering iron, turning into ashes, and a puff of black smoke came out of Quirrell's body and rushed towards Harry's body.

To be continued