"It's you!?"

Mixed with doubt and surprise, Harry and the others looked at the person in front of them dumbly, they thought that it might be Snape, who Harry hated the most, who came to steal the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort, maybe some wizard outside the school he had never met, and even Harry had even considered the Slytherin of the previous generation, but he never doubted the man in front of him.

"It's me," he said blandly, "and I wonder if I can meet you here, Potter." ”

"But, I thought it was Snape......"

"Snape?" He laughed again, but not the usual loud laugh, but at the same sharp and cold.

"Yes, Snape is indeed suspicious, it's very useful to have him scattered like a mouse, and who would doubt him when he is there...... Can...... Poor, stammering odd...... What about Professor Quirrell? ”

Yes, the person who came was actually the most temperamental teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts who usually had the most temper with students, although he was not very likable, but he was also not hated by anyone, Professor Quirrell.

Harry couldn't accept that fact.

"Actually, I'd love to continue discussing this topic with you, but I don't have a lot of time, and Dumbledore may find out that something is wrong at any time and rush back early, so I only have ......"

"Bang~!"

"Zi~!"

"That's a good response, Mr. Malfoy, but you can't bridge the gap between an apprentice and a full-fledged wizard with just a few magic items."

It turned out that Draco was going to take advantage of Quirrell's conversation with Harrydo, and waved his cane, sending out a fireball the size of a basin, which was different from the flames that the students used with ordinary wands, and the color of this fireball was unusually bright.

It's a pity that Quirrell didn't show his skills, but he was able to become a professor at Hogwarts, and if he really didn't have any skills, no one would believe it, and a blue beam of light collided with the fireball and annihilated each other.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless, and until I have no intention of killing, please be quiet and cooperate with me."

A rope appeared from the tip of Quirrell's wand and tied Harry up, then Ron and Hermione, but when it was Draco and Sakura's turn, he hesitated and seemed to hear someone's order to put his wand down.

"The two of you will be of more use to my master, so you will be treated better, but don't take this as indulgence."

Quirrell looked in the mirror again, "I've seen the stone!" I saw that I had dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to my master...... But how exactly do you get it? ”

Harry tried desperately to break free of the rope, but it was tied very tightly.

"It's hard to find...... Is that stone in a mirror? Shall I break it? Quirrell cursed.

"What is this mirror for? How do you use it? Help, master! ”

To Harry's creep, a voice answered, and it seemed to come from Quirrell!

"Take advantage of that boy...... Take advantage of that boy ......"

Harry felt his head hurt again.

Quirrell turned to Harry.

"Yes, Potter, come over here!" He clapped his hands as if an invisible hand was pulling Harry, and he could only walk slowly towards Quirrell.

"Come here," Quirrell urged him. "Look at this mirror and tell me what you see."

Quirrell approached him from behind, and he immediately smelled a strange smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban, Harry closed his eyes, walked over to the mirror, and opened them.

The first thing he saw was his own image, with a pale face that was frightened. Then the image smiled at him, and it reached into its pocket, took out a blood-red stone, winked at Harry, and put it back in his pocket. As it did so, Harry suddenly felt something heavy fall into his own real pocket. So incredible, he got that Philosopher's Stone!

"Okay?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What do you see?" ”

Harry tried to relax his tone, "I, I see myself shaking hands with Headmaster Dumbledore," he tried to make up a lie, "I also won the House Cup for Gryffindor." ”

"Damn it!"

Quirrell shoved Harry away, almost touching his face to the mirror.

"He's lying, he's lying......"

"Potter is coming back!" Rocky was shouting, "Tell me the truth!" What did you just see? The sharp voice rang out again.

"Let me tell him...... Say ...... face-to-face"

"Master, but your strength has not yet recovered ......"

"It's just a matter of talking, I still have this bit of power."

Harry felt as if he was once again entangled in a demon's web, and was brought to Quirrell immobilized. Slowly, Quirrell untied his turban, and Harry looked at him with fear.

The turban floated down, and without it, Quirrell's head became unusually small, and he slowly turned his back towards Harry.

Harry was supposed to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face!

It was one of the most horrible faces Harry had ever seen: a chalk-white face with tiny red eyes, and a cracked nose like a snake!

"Harry Potter ......," it whispered.

Harry desperately tried to back off, but his legs were no longer listening.

"See what I've become?" The face said, "I'm living a darker and more hidden life...... I can only share one body with others...... But there are usually a lot of people who are willing to let me use their brains and minds...... The blood of the unicorn has increased my strength over the past few weeks...... Didn't you see my faithful Quirrell sucking my blood in the forest? Now, as long as I have that elixir, I can make a body of my own...... Why don't you hand over the stone in your pocket? ”

Turns out he knew! Harry's leg suddenly regained sensation, and he took several steps backwards.

"Don't be as stupid as your parents and have to die at my hands," said Voldemort with almost overflowing malice, "why don't you learn from the father of your good friend Mr. Malfoy?" He gained a lot of benefits when he served me. ”

What the?!

Harry struggled to control himself from looking back, it was Voldemort's trap, he lied to me, it must be!

"The Godfather used to do business with you, but isn't he a Hogwarts professor now? What matters is not what has been done in the past, but how you choose now. ”

Sakura's cold voice came, and Harry could even hear Draco sitting on the floor because of his limp feet.

"That's a good point, you're a child of the Black family, aren't you?" Although it was a question, the tone was very affirmative, "Sauron has a very rare talent, if we can cooperate with me, we can quickly unify the United Kingdom, and even all of Europe!" Unfortunately he refused, so even if he left England, I still ruined the Black house in retaliation, wasn't he happy when he first learned the news? Aha! ”

Voldemort laughed wildly, and though he looked very happy, he was in pain, and the hatred in his eyes was hard to ignore.

"Although there is still some time, but since your role has been achieved, then there is no reason to keep you." Quirrell's body raised his arms back, the direction Voldemort was facing, and pointed at Harry, "Goodbye, Harry Potter, your friends will soon be in Hell with you!" ”

A thick black magic overwhelmed Harry's vision, as well as his consciousness.

"No!"