Quirrell snapped his fingers. It was too late, but I saw a few ropes jump out of thin air, and tie Harry into a strong knot.

"You're too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, Potter. On Halloween's Eve, you were wandering around the school, and I knew right then that you saw me checking the mechanics of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I've got a special way of dealing with trolls - you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, while everyone was hurrying around looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me—not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off. ”

"Alright, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror. ”

It was only then that Harry noticed what was standing behind Quirrell. It is the Mirror of Eris.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell muttered, tapping his hand along the frames around him. "Only Dumbledore could have such a thing...... But he's in London at the moment...... By the time he came back, I would have been gone......"

The only thing Holly could think of was to keep Quirrell talking, keeping him from focusing on the mirror.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—" he said presumptuously.

"That's right." Quirrell said lazily, turning behind the mirror to check, "He was already eyeing me to know where I had come. He was suspicious of me all the time. He wanted to scare me - in fact, where did he scare me, with Voldemort as my backer......"

Quirrell spun back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into the mirror.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone...... I'm dedicating it to my master...... But where is it hidden? ”

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he got tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing his full attention on the Magic Mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you." Quirrell said nonchalantly, "Oh my God. Of course he hates you. He studied at Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? The two of them hate each other and don't share each other's sky. But he never wants you dead. ”

"But I heard you crying a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you......"

For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Sometimes." He said, "I find it difficult to obey my master's commands—he is a great sorcerer, and my strength is so weak—"

"Are you saying that he was the one who was in the classroom with you at the time?" Harry asked, surprised.

"He's with me wherever I go." Quirrell said calmly, "I met him while traveling the world. I was a stupid boy with a ridiculous idea of right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no such thing as good or evil in the world, only power. And then there are the incompetent who can't gain power...... Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have failed him many times. He has always been very me. ”

Quirrell shuddered suddenly.

"He never forgives me for my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me...... and decided to monitor me more closely from now on......"

Quirrell's voice grew too low to be heard. Harry remembered his visit to Diagon Alley - how could he not have thought of it at the time? He'd seen Quirrell that day, and shook his hand with him in the Leaky Cauldron.

Quirrell lowered his voice and cursed.

"I really don't understand...... Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in a mirror? Should I break the mirror? ”

Harry's mind was racing. The greatest wish in my heart at this moment, he thought, was to get to the Philosopher's Stone before Quirrell. So, if I look at the mirror, I should see that I have found the stone - which means I can see where it is hidden! But. How can I go over and take a look in the magic mirror without being discovered by Quirrell? He tried to stealthily move to the left, trying to get in front of the mirror while Quirrell wasn't looking. However, the rope around his ankle was too tight. He tripped and fell to the ground.

Quirrell ignored him and was still talking to himself.

"What's going on with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, master! ”

Harry was horrified to hear a voice reply. The sound seemed to come from Quirrell's own body.

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

Quirrell turned to Harry.

"Okay - Potter - come up here."

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry came free of their own accord. Harry slowly stood up.

"Come up here." Quirrell said again, "Look in the mirror." Tell me what you see. ”

Harry walked towards him.

"I have to lie to him." He thought, desperately, "I'll have to look in the mirror and make up a lie to fool him, and that's it." ”

Quirrell leaned behind him. Harry smelled a strange odor that seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head. He closed his eyes, stood in front of the mirror, and opened them.

He saw himself in the mirror, and at first he was pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone back into his pocket - just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket. It's unbelievable - he 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 nonsense, "I-I won the House Cup for Gryffindor." ”

Quirrell began to curse again.

"You walk away for me." He said.

As Harry stepped aside, he felt the Philosopher's Stone pressed against his thigh. Would he dare to run away with it now? But he had barely taken five steps before he heard a shrill voice speak, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"He's lying...... He's lying......"

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

The shrill voice spoke.

"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 felt as if he was caught in a devil's web. I couldn't move at all. He stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raise his hand and untie the scarf from his head. What's going on? The 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 step back, but his legs didn't stop.

"Look what I've become!" The face said. "There are only shadows and vapors left, and I can only have a body if I share a body with others...... 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? ”

Turns out he knew! Harry's leg suddenly felt again. He staggered back.

"Don't be stupid." The face said viciously, "It's better to save your own life and 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.

"How touching...... he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage...... Yes, kid. 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. Don't let your mother die for you. ”

When he saw this, Liu Jiecao finally couldn't help but complain: "Why do villains always like nonsense so much, and want to show off their existence with this?" ”

"Don't think!"

Harry slammed into the door that was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Catch him!" ”

Followed by. Harry felt Quirrell's hand grasp his wrist tightly. 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; Subsequently. He was surprised to find 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.

Liu Jiecao clearly saw the white light emerging from Harry's body, and the power of the "protective charm" hurt Quirrell, just because Voldemort was on him.

"Catch him! Get him! Voldemort screamed again. Quirrell lunged forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on top of him, and grabbing Harry's neck with both hands - Harry's scar was in a sharp pain, and his eyes were black, but he still saw Quirrell howling in pain.

"Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!"

Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hand had loosened Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in confusion - Harry could see them glowing red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry up!" Voldemort said in a shrill voice.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to say a death curse, but Harry, instinctively, raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face - "Ah! Yes! Ahh ”

Quirrell rolled off Harry, blisters on his face. It dawned on Harry that the slightest touch of Quirrell's bare skin would cause him to feel excruciating pain - Harry's only hope of escaping was to hold on to Quirrell and make him unable to chant a spell in pain.

Harry jumped to his feet and grabbed Quirrell's arm, refusing to let go. Quirrell screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off - Harry's headache was getting worse and worse - his eyes were black - all he could hear was Quirrell's horrible screams and Voldemort's vicious roar, "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......

A golden thing flashed above his head. It's the Snitch! He tried to grab it, but his arm was too heavy to lift. He blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't a snitch at all, but a pair of glasses. How strange. He blinked vigorously again, and the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore gradually appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Dumbledore said.

Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered.

"Sir! Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Sir, quick—"

"Don't get excited, dear child, these words you say are a bit outdated." Dumbledore said, "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"So who got it? Sir, I-"

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out."

Harry swallowed and looked around. He realized he was in the hospital. He lay on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, and it seemed as if half of the candy store had been moved here.

"It's all a gift from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Everything that happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and the secret always spreads, so the whole school naturally knows about it." As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley would have given you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey didn't think it was hygienic and confiscated it. ”

"How long have I been here?"

"Three days. Ron. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger would have been relieved to know that you had woken up. They've been worried. Oh, by the way, and Mr. Liu Jiecao has finally come out of the labyrinth. ”

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"I can't seem to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was unable to snatch it out of your hands, and I arrived just in time to stop him. But I must say that you can handle it very well alone. (To be continued......)