Through a letter from the Minister of Magic, Quirrell managed to trick Dumbledore out of school, and he knew it was time for him to act, he had never been more prepared than he was now.

The first level of guarding the Philosopher's Stone is Hagrid's three-headed dog, Louwe, who, according to the information Hagrid and Quirrell had purchased themselves, only needed a piece of music to put Louwe to sleep.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief as he easily managed to get Lowe out with his harp, opening the trapdoor on the ground and looking out into the deep tunnel below, recalling the contents of the information he had purchased.

The second level is the devil's net set up by Professor Sprout.

Quirrell barely hesitated, jumping out of the tunnel, and just as he was about to land, he cast a shock-absorbing spell on himself, landing gently on the Devil's Web.

Those damned plants, after sensing their prey, began to become active.

Quirrell swung his wand to create flames, dispersing all the surrounding demonic nets, and quickly managed to break free from them.

Sell all kinds of information, how the hell do you know these secrets?

Could it be that guy has already been here once?

That guy is a conspiracy to deceive himself into taking the bait in Dumbledore's disguise?

As he walked down the hallway, Quirrell's mind was full of doubts, he had already heard a voice, it was the key to the third level of flight, and he needed to grab a key with a rusty door.

Quirrell saw the keys fluttering in the sky, the broomsticks, and the locked doors.

After using the lock-picking spell and the anti-lock-picking spell to no avail, he had no choice but to ride a broomstick and fly into the air to start a capture operation.

Rushing into the dense array of keys, Quirrell desperately grabbed and fished, but the keys that Professor Flitwick had enchanted were so quick that Quirrell almost drove Quirrell mad.

It took Quirrell half an hour to finally grab the key, stuff it into the keyhole, and twist the door to enter the fourth level: Wizard Chess.

Quirrell's own wizarding skills were mediocre.

However, he was not panicked at all, and the letters sent to him sold him contained the trick of passing wizard chess.

He didn't even think about trying it himself, but took out the strategy directly from his pocket, which was the steps of Albert to clear the wizarding chess last time, and played the chess step by step, easily passing the giant chessboard array carefully arranged by Professor McGonagall.

"It's well spent. ”

Quirrell said to himself as he looked at the fifth level he had arranged.

Troll security weren't really dangerous, their biggest problem was the stench, so Quirrell put a bubble spell on himself.

Of course, Quirrell himself has his own experience with how to train trolls, otherwise he wouldn't have made trolls his fifth level.

Of course, when Dumbledore asked him for help, he suggested that a troll security guard be rented from the elves to protect things.

As soon as Quirrell entered the room, he waved his wand at the troll.

I saw that there were many bumps on the troll's head, and it kept scratching its head, and finally knocked it on the pimple with the wooden stick in its hand, and the result was a big lump, not to mention, and staged a comedy of knocking itself out.

After passing the trolls, it's time for Snape's logical reasoning riddle.

Quirrell glanced at the contents of the parchment on the table, and felt a little brain-wrenching, he had little contact with logical reasoning, and he had no talent for it.

If you want to solve it, it will take a lot of time.

However, this time, Quirrell knew the answer directly, chose the smallest bottle, drank the potion inside, and then passed through the black flames to reach the seventh level arranged by Dumbledore at the end.

According to the information that sold all the information, Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Eris, and the best way was to pack the Magic Mirror and take it away, and then study it slowly.

But how do you blatantly remove it?

What's more, Quirrell had spent so much time just to get the Philosopher's Stone, and he couldn't wait.

In the Mirror of Eris, Quirrell saw that he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and that he had also gained the power and status he deserved, and those who had laughed at him were trembling at his feet.

"But where will the Philosopher's Stone be hidden?"

Quirrell tapped his hand along the frames around him, but to no avail. He didn't give up, and checked again and again, but he couldn't find the place where Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone.

Obviously it was close at hand, and he would never tolerate his own failure, and neither would his master Voldemort.

"What's the matter with this mirror? What does it do? Help me, master!" Quirrell had to turn to the Dark Lord for help.

"Rubbish!"

Voldemort was very unhappy with Quirrell's incompetence, he looked at the Mirror and said, "Dumbledore cast some kind of magic on the Mirror of Eris and hid the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror. The Mirror of Eris allows people to see what they desire, and you need someone else to help you remove the item from the mirror, and the wizard who desires the Philosopher's Stone may not be able to remove the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror. ”

"But, at this point in time, where can I find someone else?"

Quirrell was quite helpless, and he suddenly realized how reliable the guy who called the guy who sold all the news was giving him.

If you follow the other person's advice from the beginning, you won't waste a lot of time.

"What's the use of giving up your incompetent thoughts and stealing the Magic Mirror," Voldemort was quite upset at Quirrell's incompetence.

Just as Quirrell was about to pack the entire magic mirror and take it away, he heard footsteps not far away, and the famous Harry Potter actually appeared here.

Quirrell smiled, and laughed so happily!

Because the stupid Potter actually thought that Snape wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

It seems that his performance was a success.

Of course, it also had a lot to do with the fact that Snape didn't look like a good guy.

Quirrell easily restrained Harry and brought him to the Mirror of Eris, chattering about his deeds. He was equally eager for someone to share it with him, and loved seeing the incredible look on Potter's face.

Anyway, after getting the Philosopher's Stone, he won't let the other party live in the world anymore.

If you want to blame, blame him for being too nosy.

"What do you see?" Quirrell asked expectantly.

"I saw myself winning the House Cup for Gryffindor. Harry replied, but another voice rang out in the room.

He's lying!

"Tell me the truth, what did you just see?" Quirrell pointed his wand at Harry's head, nearly knocking him blind in the eye.

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

The Dark Lord was also interested in defeating his Potter, but this frightened and unnerved Quirrell.

Each time, the Dark Lord consumed stamina, which drastically weakened Quirrell's health.

The unicorn's blood did make Quirrell immortal, but his life was still being consumed, he was just immortal, and Quirrell was getting weaker and weaker now.

The Dark Lord, who was worthy of the Dark Lord, easily saw through Harry's lies and found the Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore had hidden, right in Harry's pocket.

Even though Quirrell didn't know exactly how Dumbledore did it, he didn't want to know at all, as long as he could get the Philosopher's Stone.

The Dark Lord did not snatch the Philosopher's Stone in the first place, but lured Potter into swearing his allegiance to him, and there was no doubt that he failed.

Moreover, Harry Potter actually rushed into the black flames by himself, it was extremely stupid, didn't he know the horror of those flames?

"Catch him, quick!" Voldemort screamed in anger.

Harry Potter is dead and dead, but he will never tolerate the other party destroying the Philosopher's Stone as well.

Quirrell, who had been prepared, immediately pounced on him and knocked Harry to the ground. He rode on top of Harry Potter and grabbed the other man's neck with both hands, ready to strangle the savior first.

"My hand—my hand!" Quirrell was horrified to find himself in contact with Harry's skin, and countless blisters began to bubble up, glowing red as if he had been burned by fire.

"Fool, kill him with magic, hurry!"

Voldemort's cacophony echoed in Quirrell's head.

When Quirrell was about to use his magic to kill Harry, he tried desperately to touch Quirrell's skin with both hands, causing him to scream in pain and unable to use magic.

As long as you kill Harry Potter and kill him, you will be able to get the Philosopher's Stone, you will be able to realize your wishes, and you will have the power and power you want, and you will be a little bit closer to success.

Quirrell desperately tried to push Harry away from him, but the pain almost overwhelmed his sanity.

Eventually, Quirrell sensed someone pulling Harry Potter from his side, who had passed out.

Dumbledore, he's back.

At the moment Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort realized that he had failed, and the mutilated soul broke free from Quirrell's body and flew away into the distance, quickly disappearing.

Voldemort's departure was almost the last straw that broke Quirrell's back, and with his departure, Quirrell's life was about to be extinguished like a candle in the wind.

Even the cursed life bestowed by the unicorn could not prevent death from coming.

Quirrell fell to the ground, looking in the direction Voldemort had fled, his pupils reflecting Dumbledore's figure, his lips moving slightly, and muttering, "You liars!"

Quirrell is dead, but he doesn't deserve mercy.