Just as Phyllis was studying the potion, she suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

The footsteps are not very steady, one light and one heavy, it may be that the person who came is a person with a disabled leg and foot, but it is more likely that the person who came is injured, and the leg is still injured.

Phyllis was familiar with the footsteps of the Hogwarts staff, and although it was a little deformed, she could still tell that it was Quirrell.

Too late for Phyllis to put the potion down and wave her wand to wake Hermione, who was unconscious.

"Why are you here?" Phyllis was the first to ask, her expression anxious.

"Professor!" Hermione was surprised and delighted.

If Harry, or someone else, would have been a little suspicious to see Phyllis here. However, because of Leah's relationship, Hermione and Professor Kate are very familiar and have a close relationship.

Professor Kate's strength and grace are so charming that many girls regard him as their idol, including Hermione.

So, when she saw Professor Kate, Hermione was only surprised, not vigilant.

"Professor, save Harry, he's in there, he's in there!" Hermione grabbed Phyllis's hand and shouted.

Phyllis soothed, "Okay, I know, I'll go." Hermione, can you still stand up? ”

Hermione leaned against the wall, struggled to her feet, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said in a firm tone, "Professor, I can!" ”

"Alright, you go back now, call the headmaster and the other professors, Mr. Potter may be in danger."

"Huh? Yes, okay, Professor. Hermione dragged her tired, weak body outside.

Glancing back, Phyllis stepped forward. As she was about to step into the flames, she drew her wand and wrote down a lightning rune. The Thunderbolt Culture is a web of lightning chains that envelops Phyllis and protects her from the burning of the fire.

The fire that is placed here is just a solidified magic. Generally speaking, solidified magic is not as powerful as the magic cast by the wizard himself, because without the blessing of the wizard's spiritual power, solidified magic is just more convenient. In the face of this not-so-powerful magic, Phyllis can protect herself with a single lightning rune and easily crack it.

Passing through the barrier formed by the fierce fire, Phyllis was about to drive on, when she suddenly stopped, and she used her wand to write a death rune, integrating the power of death into the fierce fire.

This should drag on for a while.

After a brief set-up, Phyllis pushed the door open and walked into what appeared to be an abandoned classroom. In the middle of the classroom, there was a large mirror, which Phyllis still recognized, it was the Mirror of Eris.

In front of the mirror, there was a boy standing in a lower Hogwarts student looking at his clothes. Combined with the news that Amy brought before, it is easy to make a judgment.

"Harry Potter." Phyllis spoke.

"Huh?!" Harry exclaimed, awoke from his musings, put his hand in his pocket, and immediately turned around and leaned his back against the Mirror of Eris, saying, "Is that you, Professor Kate?" ”

Harry's voice was full of suspicion, hesitation, and deep surprise, obviously not expecting to meet his Professor of the History of Magic here.

Kate ...... Professor, what are you doing here? Harry asked cautiously.

Harry was still a child, after all, and when it came to hiding his thoughts, he was no match for someone like Phyllis, and she glanced at Harry's hand tightly in his pocket, and then at the Mirror of Eris.

In the mirror, what still appears is the master personality of this soul, Chen. This time, Chen was decapitated, his head suspended in mid-air, and he was staring at Phyllis with a curious expression.

"Mr. Potter, are you alright?" Phyllis asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Harry stared at Phyllis and asked again, "Professor, why are you here?" ”

What a little guy who likes to get to the bottom of things, Phyllis thought to herself how to answer this somewhat tricky question.

Just as Phyllis was thinking, the limping footsteps reappeared.

What's going on? Why did Quirrell come so fast? Phyllis frowned, what would he do if Quirrell came in, and what choice should he make?

What to do?!

Quirrell's footsteps were getting heavier and closer, and Phyllis had to make a decision as quickly as possible, and she was racing wildly in her mind to find the best option for her.

But no! Not at all!

At that moment, several more footsteps were heard, listening to the sounds, including Professor Flitwick's and the pesky Snape.

Phyllis glanced at Harry, and it seemed that this guy was indeed getting a lot of attention.

If you add these people, the situation is different.

With a loud bang, Quirrell pushed the door open and walked in quickly.

Phyllis didn't seem to expect anyone to come, so she stood in front of Quirrell and Harry, and said, "Professor Quirrell, how did you get here?" ”

"Why did I come, you don't know ......"

Worst! Can't get Quirrell to shake anything out, Phyllis drew her wand, aimed it at Quirrell, and shouted, "Death Finger!" ”

Feeling the powerful power of the magic cast by Phyllis, Quirrell didn't have time to think about it, and directly defended it in the most fierce way: "Avada suo!" ”

A green beam of magic made Harry's head start to ache violently, and he fell into strange and painful memories, and the boy shouted, "No! He put his hands on his head.

At this moment, Chen in the Mirror of Eris reached out and took out the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's pocket.

When Phyllis fell to the ground and lay dying, she faintly heard Flitvier screaming: "No! How come?! ”