When Sally woke up again, she was lying on the cold ground, extremely cold all around, and she was wearing pajamas, and she couldn't help but shiver a little.

"I'm glad to see you wake up so quickly, Sally. Professor Quirrell's voice rang out behind her, and Sally sat up sharply and leaned against the wall behind her to face Quirrell, only to find that he was facing a mirror, not looking at her at all.

"I'm also worried that you'll be in a coma for half a month like last time. Professor Quirrell walked around the mirror, studying. "You're going to miss out on a lot of things. ”

"You... Before Sally could finish speaking, she felt the blue flames change beside her, and Harry appeared at the entrance.

"Harry!" Sally called out, and stood up, her legs leaning against the wall.

"Sally!" Harry saw Sally beside him, and he walked over to help her up. "Why are you here?"

"I brought her. Professor Quirrell said. "I was wondering if you're going to be here, Potter. You didn't disappoint me. ”

"Professor Quirrell, how could it be you!" Harry cried out in surprise, "I thought... ”

"You think it's Snape, don't you?" Quirrell laughed, "yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? he's flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us." With him there, who would doubt that but, but, poor, knot, stammered Professor Quirrell. ”

"Shut up!" Sally shouted, "you don't have the right to say that about Professor Snape, he's ten thousand times better than you, at least he won't be wearing a mask of hypocrisy and hiding in the middle of the crowd and doing things that the invisible does." ”

"Yes, I almost forgot about you. Professor Quirrell gave up the mirror completely, turned to the two siblings, and said, "You're a smart boy, I don't know when you started to doubt me, but it's clear that your suspicions are very correct, if you hadn't knocked me out on the Quidditch pitch, your brother would be a corpse by now." ”

"You're trying to hurt me on the pitch, Snape... Harry said in surprise.

"Professor Snape is protecting you. Sally said. "I think if it weren't for Snape's protection, Professor Quirrell would have been able to get you off the broom in just a few seconds. ”

"Clever kid. Professor Quirrell sighed. With a wave of his wand, two ropes tied the two of them together. "That's one of the reasons I tied you up, kid, have you ever thought that one day, you will learn powerful magic, you are gifted, and you are smart enough, if you can, you will be my master's right hand and he will help you get everything you want. After all, you belong to Slytherin. ”

"Don't" Before Harry could finish his sentence, he was silenced by Professor Quirrell. "We'll talk about you later, Potter. ”

"Your master, do you mean Voldemort?" said Sally, with a slight sarcasm in her heart, "the man who killed my parents?"

"Don't do that, kid. They can't agree with the great master's thoughts, and they still oppose him everywhere, you know, there is no good end to going against the master. ”

"But Voldemort is dead. Sally said. "Everybody knows that. ”

"No. Quirrell hadn't finished his sentence when he heard another voice say, "Let me tell her." ”

"Master, no, you can't, you're too weak, let me come. Professor Quirrell was terrified, and the voice said something again, and Quirrell seemed to obey, and he took off his turban from his head.

Sally had never seen such a horrific picture, and she understood why the professors couldn't find anything wrong when they examined Professor Quirrell's hijab, because the problem was not his hijab, but Quirrell's tiny bare head when he took it off, with a face that she had never seen before. The color is dead white like chalk, the red eyes glow, and below are two long nostrils as slender as snakes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my junior. The face said in a very strange and harsh voice. "I'd love to have a good chat with you, but because of time, I can only ask you one thing. Will you help me?"

"Voldemort... Sally, sir?" Sally felt that something was wrong when she said this, and sure enough, the atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

"Ahem, I mean, you're Voldemort?" Sally said as she reorganized her words, blaming Quirrell for brainwashing her with a master.

"I think I already know. Voldemort's pale face showed a cautious smile, "Now, Harry, let's talk about what we're talking about." You should know what I mean. ”

"Of course I do. Harry was ungailed, saying, "You're for the Philosopher's Stone." ”

What is the Philosopher's Stone? No, what did Voldemort know? Did he misunderstand something?

Voldemort untied Harry and asked him to come to the mirror to help, and it was imperative that she untie the rope that bound her.

Voldemort was talking to Harry, but Sally didn't hear him clearly because he was a little far away. She didn't bother to listen, and if she didn't untie the rope, then she would have to drag Harry back.

As Harry became more and more emotional, Sally decided to fight her back. Little by little, she approached the flame gate, and she was glad that the flame door had a scorching temperature, and she slowly approached her hands, and her hands were burning hotly, but the rope was loosened little by little.

Hold on a little longer. Professor Quirrell lost control of his emotions as he grabbed Harry's hand, and he screamed as if his hands were corroded. At that moment, Sally's rope was also broken.

"Harry!" she shouted. But no one paid any attention to her, and Harry grabbed Professor Quirrell's face with both hands, his hands like a hot iron, and he clung to them until he passed out.

Sally froze in place, not daring to move, and Quirrell lay on top of Harry, his face unrecognizable. She heard the voice again.

"Waste, not even a child can die. ”

Voldemort is still alive. Sally felt stiff, unlike the conversation she had just had, she didn't know to be scared at the time, and now Harry was lying not far away. Professor Quirrell was on top of him.

"Don't be afraid, child, come and help me up. Voldemort's voice came again. "Help me this time, and you'll be the greatest wizard of all, and I can't be wrong with my vision. ”

"You're like your mother, both in terms of looks and smart heads, but you're a little different, yes, I can see that you're more tactful than she is, you know how to look at the situation better, I'm weak now, but I'm not going to die, never will be dead. ”

"Yes, that's it, put your hand in my face, go in, and ... ”

"Potter!" Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the door of the flames, and he watched the scene and raised his wand high. Voldemort let out a shrill hiss, and a white light came out of Professor Quirrell's body, passed through Sally, and vanished.

The moment the white light passed through, Sally lost consciousness again.