The Truth Behind Chapter 47

Harry had a hint of reluctance in his heart, he had been fooled, he had been deceived by Quirrell, and George was right. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he is too careless, too arrogant, and this will have fatal consequences.

"But at Quidditch, Snape was going to kill me. Harry asked, wanting to know what he was wrong, wanting to find out more, even if it was just to be true.

"No, no, you're completely mistaken, in Quidditch, I'm the one who shot it, and I'm the one who wants to kill you. But someone has helped you, and I can sense that someone is helping you resist my gaze, and his strength is quite good. And Snape, he's been chanting a counter-incantation to you, he doesn't want me to kill you, you're lucky. ”

Quirrell's tone was unwavering, as if he didn't mind the day's defeat.

"How could Snape want to save me. Harry looked stunned, compared to not Snape, what was more surprising was that Snape actually wanted to save him, how could this be.

"How incredible. Quirrell said coldly.

"What do you think he's doing to be a referee when you're in the second game? It's ridiculous that he's afraid I'm going to keep doing things to you. With Dumbledore present, I wouldn't have made a move in that situation, all he did was to add to it. And if I really plan to do it, his tricks are useless. ”

"He's like a lonely clown, everyone doesn't like him and thinks he's trying to stop Gryffindor from winning. But these actions are pointless and a waste of time. Tonight, this is the best time for you to have no more good luck. Quirrell looked at him with scrutiny, and now was the best time to make a move.

He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, several ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Harry tightly.

"You're too self-conscious, Potter, you're just a bear kid who has broken into the adult world. You think you can uncover the world's machinations, but what about you? what about you? with your little tricks on the court?" Quirrell looked condescendingly at Harry rolling on the ground, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

The way Quirrell looked at the poor creature made Harry angry, and he wanted to resist, but the sturdy rope on his body made his heart sink. Unlike the previous brave adventures, he has everyone's help. When he faced the real conspiracy alone, he didn't even have the ability to resist. He couldn't help but laugh at himself a little, is this my destination, the consciousness I told everyone?

"Just watch, Potter, I need to take a good look at this interesting mirror. Quirrell turned away from Harry.

It wasn't until then that Harry realized that there was something standing behind Quirrell, the Eris sunglasses he had seen several times in the pantry.

"This is the key to the Philosopher's Stone, which is in the mirror. Quirrell stared at the mirror, his hand running along the frame of the mirror, groping, tapping, and whispering, "Dumbledore hid the key to the Philosopher's Stone in it, he is still in London, and when he returns, I will have taken the Philosopher's Stone with me." ”

Harry couldn't think of a way to save himself, but he didn't want to wait for Quirrell to find the Philosopher's Stone and then free his hands to kill him. He tried to guide Quirrell to keep talking, stalling for time, or at least not letting him get the Philosopher's Stone.

"I followed Snape and saw you meeting in the Forbidden Forest. He said with some presumptuousness.

"I'm underestimating you. Quirrell said this, but his tone didn't change in the slightest, and he turned to the back of the magic mirror to continue looking. "I didn't expect Snape to be followed by you, and he wanted to know how far my plan had got. He had his eyes on me, trying to scare me. How could he scare me, I have Voldemort as my backer. ”

Quirrell circled back and forth in the mirror, greedily trying to see through the mirror's secrets.

Harry struggled, but that only made the rope tighter and tighter, and he wanted to stop Quirrell from discovering the secret of the Magic Mirror.

"But Snape hates me so much. ”

"That's right, of course he hates you. He went to Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? they've always been enemies, but he really doesn't want you to die. Quirrell's voice seemed nonchalant, the Philosopher's Stone was close at hand, but how to find it was a matter for him.

"But I heard you crying in a classroom the other day, isn't it Snape threatening you?"

Quirrell's face showed a hint of fear, "There have been times when I have difficulty fulfilling my master's orders. He's such a great wizard, but I'm too weak. ”

"So, you were in the classroom with your master that day?" Harry wondered, who could Quirrell's master be?

"Wherever I went, he was with me. Quirrell's voice was eerily calm.

"I met him when I was traveling around the world, and I was a stupid young man who had a set of youthful absurdities about good and evil. It was my master Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes, and he taught me that there is no such thing as right and wrong, good and evil in the world. ”

"There is only power, and there is a rabble of mediocrity. After that, I pledged my allegiance to him, but I disappointed him on a few occasions and he was always me. ”

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, "He won't let my mistake go easily, and he is upset that I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and kept a strict watch on me at all times. ”

Quirrell's voice grew lower, and Harry remembered his time in Diagon Alley. He hadn't thought of it then, he had seen Quirrell that day, and he had shaken hands with him at the Leaky Cauldron, and he shouldn't have ignored such important information.

Quirrell cursed under his breath, the secret of the Magic Mirror stumbling him, and he couldn't find a way for the Philosopher's Stone to hide.

Quirrell's helplessness excites Harry, who is most curious that Lo will never find the Philosopher's Stone, even if the chances of him surviving are slim, but it is always a good thing to let Voldemort fail.

"But where is the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want to break the mirror?" Harry's mind was also racing fast, "Or maybe I can tell the location of the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror if I think about it?"

Quirrell continued to look in the mirror, muttering the words.

"Where the hell is it? Help me with this mirror mystery, my master. Harry heard a terrible voice reply, seemingly coming from Quirrell's own body.

"Let the boy come, let him come. ”