Quirrell, of course.

"You!" Harry was stunned.

Quirrell smiled. "It's me," he said calmly, "I was wondering if I'd ever meet you here, Potter." ”

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

"yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? he flies around like a giant bat, which helps us very well. With him there, who would doubt the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe it. It can't be true, it can't be.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I'm the one who wants to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Mr. Zhang Feng rushed over and ruined my gaze at you, in fact, just hold on for a few more seconds and I'll drop you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't chanted a counter-incantation to save your life, I would have thrown you to death. ”

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course," Quirrell said coldly, "why did you say he was refereeing your second match? It's ridiculous, but he can't afford to think about it. With Dumbledore here, I couldn't do anything. The other teachers thought that Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning, and that he had made himself very unpopular, but it was all a waste of time, and I had to kill you tonight anyway. ”

"Look, Harry, I told you before that Professor Quirrell was the one who wanted to kill you. Zhang Feng interjected on the side.

"Shut up!" Quirrell snapped his fingers. said that it was too late, but I saw a few ropes rushing out of thin air, tying Harry and Zhang Feng into a strong knot. It may be that Quirrell felt that the girl was not a threat, so he did not tie up Zhang Qiu and Hermione. But the two of them were busy using all the kinds of magic they knew, trying to free Harry and Zhang Feng from the ropes.

"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. Quirrell ignored Qiu and Hermione and continued.

"You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I've got a special way of dealing with trolls - you've seen how I taught the guy in the room over there, right? Unfortunately, while everyone was scrambling 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 it. "Only Dumbledore could have had such a thing, but he's in London at the moment! By the time he returns, I'll be far away. ”

The only thing Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking and keep him from focusing on the mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—" he said presumptuously.

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, looking behind the mirror, "he was already eyeing me to see how far I had come. He was suspicious of me all the time. He wanted to scare me—in fact, where could he scare me, with Voldemort as my backer!" Quirrell was still able to call Voldemort's name directly, it seemed that Zhang Feng's previous judgment was right, he and Voldemort were not single-minded, they were forced.

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

"I see the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

"Don't pretend, Professor Quirrell, I know you don't want to help Voldemort, your life force should have been absorbed by Voldemort. I think this is your last attempt - to have Harry kill you possessed by Voldemort, so that Voldemort will at least be hit hard because of Harry's mother's magic. I think you're definitely a great man to be able to make that choice. ”

"How do you know? Voldemort is with me wherever I go!" Quirrell exclaimed in surprise, "I met him while traveling the world. I was a stupid boy at the time, and I was easily seduced and branded by him. Quirrell shuddered suddenly. "He was very upset when I couldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts. He punished me and decided to spy on me more closely from now on – possessed on me. ”

"Do you want to get rid of him?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Think, I think about it all the time, but I can't do it, Dumbledore can't do it. I had sought out him, and after using a Mind Occlusion technique to prevent Voldemort from peeking at my memories, I found him and asked him to get Voldemort's remnant out of my body, but he couldn't. Quirrell's eyes lit up for a moment, then went back to darkness.

"It seems that it is time for you to show you my true strength. ”