In front of him, a tall willow tree, like a tree man, its green branches flicked left and right, trying to drive Merlin away.

This is the beating willow on the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts School.

A short-tempered, amazingly destructive willow spirit, and a rare and magical plant.

"What the hell is this."

Merlin was stunned for a moment, and finally found his World Tree branch sapling in a clearing next to the beating willow.

There is no doubt that this is a good thing that Dumbledore did.

It was definitely he who removed the branch that Merlin had put next to the mirror, but instead of destroying it, he put it next to the beating willow.

just waited for Merlin to take the bait, and then was severely educated by the beating willow.

"Okay, okay, then I'm welcome, I'm going to decide on the Philosopher's Stone."

After Merlin had the more powerful Philosopher's Stone, he didn't plan to ask for the Philosopher's Stone, at most he was going to study it.

But Dumbledore didn't want him to take it, so he prefers it, the Philosopher's Stone, which now belongs to him.

Merlin turned and flew towards the mirror, presumably before he could finish for Professor Quirrell.

……

Wizard chess level.

"Hermione, take care of Ron, wait here for Professor Merlin to come over and tell Dumbledore!

Ron was right, I had to keep going. ”

After all this experience, Harry has grown into a very responsible little boy.

After talking to Hermione, he got up and looked firmly at the door of the next level.

"Harry, you're a good wizard, you'll be fine." Hermione pondered for a moment.

"How can it be compared to you?" Harry wasn't proud.

"I'm just reading and adding a little cleverness, and there's something more important."

Hermione smiled at Harry and looked at Harry sincerely

"That's friendship and courage, be careful, Harry."

Harry nodded, turned and left without looking back.

"Whew"

Soon Harry walked down the stairs and endured the burning pain from his scar to a mirror.

"Is that you? This, how could this be you? What about Snape? ”

An unexpected person appeared in front of him, and said with some surprise that he still couldn't give up his suspicion of Snape.

"Yes, with Snape here, how can anyone suspect that it is~ But, poor, Professor Quirrell who stammers."

Quirrell turned around and stammered, his eyes dark.

"But that day, during a Quidditch match, Snape wanted to kill me!"

Harry's small eyes showed great confusion.

"No, I wanted to kill you that day, and if it hadn't been for Snape's cloak catching fire, Merlin's bastard would have knocked me out!

Even if Snape kept chanting the incantation it was useless, I might have succeeded!

Damn Merlin!!! ”

The thought of Merlin's bastard Quirrell was so angry that he wanted to rush out and crush him to ashes.

"Snape trying to save me?"

Without waiting for Harry to ask, Quirrell continued.

"I know your presence is a danger to me, especially after Halloween."

"You trolls put it in?"

Harry was a little angry, thinking that the troll had almost injured Hermione in the first place, it was just disgusting.

"That's right, Potter, it's a pity that Snape wasn't deceived.

While everyone was heading to the basement, he and Merlin went straight to the fourth floor, making me unable to move.

Of course, he didn't trust me anymore, he rarely left me alone, but he didn't know that I was never alone, never. ”

Quirrell muttered to himself, turned to look in the mirror, paused, and continued.

"What's going on with this mirror, I see what I crave.

I see I have the Philosopher's Stone in my hand, but how am I going to get it! ”

Quirrell roared as he spoke, and the feeling of wanting and not getting it made him uncomfortable.

"Take advantage of that boy!"

Suddenly, there were several old and sinister voices in the air, like the last murmurs of a dying old man.

"Come here! Porter! Hurry up! ”

Quirrell seemed to have the courage to hear this, and he turned and yelled at Harry.

"Professor Quirrell, stop it, it's all Dumbledore outside, I advise you to surrender obediently."

Suddenly, Merlin's voice came from the stairs behind Harry, accompanied by the sound of neat footsteps, as if dozens of people were walking in at the same time.

"Bastard, it's you! Merlin! ”

Quirrell couldn't suppress his anger anymore when he heard Merlin's voice.

Ever since I met Merlin, as soon as he was seen by Merlin, he would definitely be knocked on a few sticks.

He no longer believed in the ritual that Merlin was talking about, and he really just wanted to play with him.

He was like a plaything in Merlin at school, ready for him to beat him all the time, but he couldn't resist.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he took out his wand directly from his bosom, wanting to rush up and break Merlin apart.

But the next moment, he was so scared that he almost couldn't even hold his wand, Dumbledore!

Merlin was followed by a pile of at least fifty or sixty Dumbledore, who were following him in neat steps!

"Master, let's run, we're surrounded by Dumbledley, and if we don't run, we won't be able to run away!"

Quirrell was so frightened that he ran to hide behind the Mirror of Eris, but the only exit was blocked by Dumbleydo's army, and he couldn't escape.

On the other side, Harry, who heard Merlin's voice and was also a little excited, suddenly saw the pile of Dumbledore behind him.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for it, this was the first time he had seen this kind of scene.

"Uh, Professor Merlin, Professor Dumbledore...... Hello guys! ”

Harry was a little confused, so he had to say hello one by one.

"Rubbish!"

"Those are fake, Dumbledore doesn't have a doppelganger, those are all made by that little kid named Merlin!"

The old and frail voice roamed the hall again, but it also seemed a little agitated at the moment.

It seems that he was also frightened by Merlin's Dumbledore army.

"Oh? Are you sure it's all fake? ”

With a smile on his lips, Merlin walked over to Harry's side.

The next Dumbledore behind him moved, forming a circle around Professor Quirrell and the Mirror of Eris.

"Master, what are we going to do, it doesn't look like a dead thing, it looks like the real Dumbledore."

There was a hint of crying in Quirrell's voice, and the nature of the cowardice in his heart was revealed.

"Ahem, Professor Quirrell, as long as you're willing to surrender, I'm willing to help you intercede with Dundon.

So that you can have a comfortable room in Azkaban in the future and spend the rest of your life well.

Believe me, with my strength, I should be able to help you go to Voldemort painlessly. ”

Merlin took out his wand and wiped it gently, looked at Quirrell who was besieged, and said.

Professor Quirrell, in addition to being essentially a Death Eater, was quite normal when he was a little normal.

For the sake of Merlin, if he would change his ways, and abandon Voldemort on his head.

Merlin didn't mind saving him his life and letting him stay in Azkaban for the rest of his life.

"Think beautifully! Arvada nibbles on big melons! ”

……

To be continued