"From the moment you started your first class, I was suspicious."

Hermione confronted Quirrell and spoke eloquently, even if her hands and feet trembled slightly, but she still showed a lot of courage.

"Hogwarts is a prestigious school with a long history, and every professor in it, not to mention the top figures in the wizarding world, can be regarded as the elite of wizards, and they are extremely outstanding in their own profession. Say to yourself, with your performance, what qualifications do you have to stand with them and work with them? ”

"What qualifications?" The smile on Quirrell's face stiffened for a moment, "How can you stupid little guys know about my level." ”

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "if you really have the strength, then you are pretending, but your acting skills are too lame, and the contrast between the front and back is too great, so don't you think it's strange that Professor Dumbledore still lets you continue to be a professor at Hogwarts?" ”

"I'm afraid he has already noticed that something is wrong with you, but he still has the confidence to keep you under his nose, and he is not afraid that you will make any mess. Maybe right now, he's hiding somewhere, secretly watching you, like a clown, offering him fun. ”

"Hehe, impossible!" Quirrell's face turned a little pale in an instant, "He went to the Ministry of Magic today for the matter of the Dragon Farm, so don't be delusional." ”

Hermione continued to change the subject, "And last Halloween, you released that troll!" Clark once told me that if the murderer cannot be found, then the first witness to the incident is very suspicious. ”

"Clark, he's very smart," Quirrell said through gritted teeth, as if remembering some bad memory, "but it doesn't seem to be him today." ”

"At the Quidditch match, Harry's broom was your hand and foot!" Hermione was sure.

Quirrell looked at her playfully, "Oh, why do you say that?" I remember it was you who cast a spell on Snape and interrupted his spell. Why do you doubt me again? ”

"I was suspicious of you and Snape at the time, but now that I see you, I know who's the good and who's the bad."

"Ha, ha, ha," Quirrell smiled, "Snape, good man?" In this world, there is no difference between good people and bad people, there is only a difference in identity and position. Like Snape, you hated him and thought he was a bad guy, and now with me, you're even worse, and you think he's a good guy again. ”

"No ......"

Before Hermione could finish her words, Quirrell stretched out his wand and pointed at it, and an invisible binding force squeezed in from all directions, instantly freezing her in place.

"That's enough, don't think about delaying time, just wait quietly, I'm going to see this interesting mirror."

Quirrell turned and looked at the mirror.

"Is this the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone?" He muttered to himself, walking around the frame, "What the hell is Dumbledore up to?" I have to say, he's really amazing, but unfortunately, he should still be in London, and by the time he comes back, I should have gone far......"

Hermione watched from afar, and soon recognized that this might be the Mirror of Eris that Harry had never forgotten that Clark had told her. And she quickly reacted that the Philosopher's Stone must have something to do with this mirror.

Time was running out, and she had to get the Philosopher's Stone before Clark rushed in. However, it seems that you can't be too proactive, or Quirrell might be suspicious.

In front of the mirror, Quirrell stared greedily inside, and almost clubbed his big oily nose on the mirror.

"I've seen the stone...... I'm dedicating it to my master...... But is that all? Why can't I get it? ”

"Master?" Hermione said deliberately, "It turns out that you still have a master, so you're just a pawn." ”

Chino ignored her, just tapped the mirror with his wand, but there was no response.

"Damn," he cursed in a low voice, "is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror?" Should I break the mirror? ”

"Why don't you ask your master?" Hermione said, "After all, you're so useless that you can't even complete the task your master has given you." I thought it was all just your ambition, but you are still a timid egg, and it seems that Dumbledore really saw through you. ”

"Enough!"

For the first time, a hint of timidity flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Yes," he said, "there are times when it is really difficult for me to accomplish the task of my master, after all, he is the greatest wizard of his time, and my power is so worthless in front of him. ”

Hermione only felt like vomiting at his sycophancy, but said in passing, "The greatest wizard of the century? Isn't that Professor Dumbledore? ”

"Ha, ha, ha, that old liar?"

Quirrell laughed heartily and looked at Hermione with a look like a little girl, you're still too young.

"The mad old man only talks about it," he recalled in a fanatical tone, "and my master is the greatest, and he is with me wherever I go." ”

Hermione looked at the way he had given himself all his body and mind, and a chill rushed to her head.

"I met him when I was traveling around the world, when I was just a stupid young man with a ridiculous and simple idea of life, and he was the master who pointed out my mistakes and gave me direction in life.

Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have disappointed him many times, especially the most recent ......"

Quirrell shuddered suddenly.

"Ah, no, I was almost led astray by this little girl of yours, I have to hurry up and help my master complete the task."

"Master, master, help me, what the hell is going on with this mirror? What is his function? ”

Hermione was wondering, I don't know what kind of madness he had, there were only the two of them in this room.

Suddenly, there was a voice answering Quirrell's question.

Hermione's hairs stood on end, and she could clearly hear the sound coming from Quirrell's own body.

It was as if there was another ghost in his thin body, or rather, a possessed evil god.

"Take advantage of that girl...... Take advantage of that girl......"

Quirrell turned and looked at Hermione.

"Alright, Granger, come up here."

He pointed his wand, and the invisible force that bound Hermione dissipated.

"No, I'm not going." Hermione refused, taking a few steps back.

"That's not up to you, little girl, don't force me to cast a curse on you."

The tip of the wand made of wood emitted dark smoke and turned into a small snake, vividly sticking out its forked tongue at Hermione, full of malice.

There was a struggling expression on her face, if Clark was here, she would definitely give her a S card for her superb acting skills.

"Come up here," Quirrell emphasized again, "you just have to look in the mirror and tell me what you see, and I promise you'll be okay." ”

Hermione walked towards him.