Harry Potter entered the final part of the game, and the scar on his forehead became more and more painful.

"Why you? Where is Snape? ”

Harry Potter arrives at the end, only to find that the person standing inside is not Snape, who he thinks, but Professor Quirrell.

The whole room is clear at a glance, and only the Mirror of Eris, which Harry Potter once had a crush on, is placed in the room, and unless Snape is hiding behind the Magic Mirror, there are only two people in the room, Harry Potter himself and Professor Quirrell.

"That's right! He looks like a bad guy, right? So, with him by his side, who would doubt Professor Quirrell who stutters? ”

Quirrell used the reason given by the vampire in the forests of Albania to give him a plausible explanation for his anomalous behavior, so that everyone could understand his change.

However, those who really know him can see the clues in his abnormal behavior, as a Ravenclaw, his knowledge of vampires is not limited to textbooks.

The garlic turban wrapped around the head was meant to prevent vampires, which was a joke, unless the so-called vampire was attached to Quirrell's head, and the garlic turban was more like a seal.

Regarding Harry Potter's question, Quirrell directly slapped his strength in the face by acknowledging.

I'm the bad guy in your heart! Snape was the good guy I used as cover.

"But on the day of that Quidditch match, Snape wanted to kill me."

Harry Potter still can't believe that the bad guy is not Snape, why not Snape! He looked so bad.

"You're wrong kid! I was the one who wanted to kill you, believe me, if the stands hadn't fallen at the time, and I hadn't been able to stare at you, you would have died a long time ago, instead of just breaking one hand. Quirrell was once again in the top pot, even though it was his own, and then he thought about it and explained it to Snape, "No amount of Snape's recitation of the spell is useless. ”

"Snape trying to save me?"

The three views were refreshed again, and Harry Potter finally had a little bit of faith in the words of the other party, believing in the words of an enemy, sometimes it was easier to come than imagining the words of friends.

"I knew from the beginning that you were going to threaten me, especially after Halloween."

Such a reason is simply funny, but think that this is to deal with Voldemort in the turban, no matter how unreasonable the reason, Quirrell can say it, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, I just see that your destiny is destined to be my enemy, so it is only right to eradicate it as soon as possible.

"So you put the trolls in?"

When it comes to Halloween, Harry Potter immediately thinks of the troll invasion, the time Hermione fought the troll, but Ron robbed him of the credit, maybe from then on Hermione was destined to change houses!

"Yay! Potter, you guessed it, but unfortunately Snape didn't fall for me, and while everyone else was scurrying around in the dungeon, he ran to the third floor to stop me. ”

What an opportunity! In front of all teachers and students, put your suspicions to the maximum.

Hogwarts is the safest school of witchcraft and wizardry, how could something like a troll come in by itself, and run around the dungeon, all the teachers and students are eating, only Quirrell himself is the last to come in, and after reporting the troll invasion, as a professor, he actually ...... I fainted on the spot! In front of all the teachers and students...... Fainted to the ground!

The key thing is that there is no one to help me up, and I will not slander others!

With a tone of regret and helplessness, Quirrell continued to explain, but what he didn't expect was that Regulus Black didn't show up at that time, so his suspicion was reduced a lot.

"Of course, he never believed me again after that, he hardly left me alone, but he never figured it out that I was never alone."

Quirrell's words, Harry Potter couldn't understand, and if Regulus Black was here, of course he knew that it was referring to Voldemort behind Quirrell's own head.

Quirrell turned to look at the Mirror of Eris, and the scar on Harry Potter's head suddenly hurt terribly because he was facing the back of Quirrell's head.

"Now back to the point, what is this mirror for? I can see what I want, I see myself holding the Philosopher's Stone in my hand, but how do I get it? ”

Quirrell didn't understand at all that after all the hints he had made, Headmaster Dumbledore would arrange for a Mirror of Eris to be here, was it for himself to remember his old life? It's better to arrange a powerful spell trap to kill yourself and Voldemort, or even seal it with Voldemort!

"Take advantage of that boy!"

Finally, Voldemort, who had had enough of explanations and nonsense, began to speak, and a gloomy ghostly aura crossed the room.

"Come here! Porter! Tell me, what do you see? ”

Voldemort's order naturally could not be rejected by Quirrell, and he immediately ordered Harry Potter with a vicious expression.

You kid ran away! Having said so much and explaining so carefully, you are looking for a chance to run these times!

Seeing Harry Potter obediently come over and stand in front of the Mirror of Eris, Quirrell felt his heart bleed.

A stupid lion from Gryffindor.

This time I looked at the Mirror of Eris, Harry Potter was full of things about the Magic Stone, and naturally he could see the Magic Stone from the Mirror of Eris, only to see himself smiling in the mirror, holding a blood-colored spar in his hand that he had never seen before, and then proudly put the spar into his pants pocket.

Immediately, Harry Potter felt his pants pocket weigh heavily and something hard pushed out.

That's the Philosopher's Stone, that's definitely the Philosopher's Stone, and Harry Potter suddenly became nervous.

"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I've won the House Championship."

Harry Potter had to copy the words he learned from Ron, although it was also his dream, but it was definitely not as strong as Ron's, so what he said was the tone, which could not reflect the feeling of having his desire satisfied.

"He's lying!"

Voldemort is roaring, in fact, Voldemort knows that Harry Potter has obtained the Philosopher's Stone, after all, as a powerful dark wizard who once ruled the Death Eaters, this judgment is still accurate.

"Tell me the truth, what do you see?"

Quirrell had no choice but to follow Voldemort's wishes and roar at Harry Potter together.

"Let me talk to him."

"Master, you haven't regained your strength yet."

"I'm strong enough to handle it."

Voldemort did not want to endure the incompetence of his servants and decided to intervene himself. Quirrell had no room to resist, so he slowly untied his turban, revealing a somewhat rotten face from under his turban.

(End of chapter)