It was the first time Hermione had seen the Mirror of Eris, though she had heard Clark tell stories of their adventures over Christmas.

The golden border is covered with strange magic patterns, which look mysterious and atmospheric.

Under the mirror are two metal claws, firmly planted there, which seem to give people a stronger and more static feeling than the wall, as if they are embedded in the void and fixed to the coordinate system.

"Hurry up, don't try to deceive me."

Quirrell leaned behind her, and Hermione smelled a disgusting smell from him, like the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp that she had smelled at the fishmarket by the sea with her father.

Hermione looked in the mirror, and the first thing that caught her eye was a pale face that was frightened, slightly pear blossoms and rain.

Well, it's still beautiful, at least the hair is still very smooth, and it is not in vain to use a fast-acting hair softener after washing your hair every night.

She turned her body from side to side to see if there was anything wrong with her outfit.

That's when she discovered another use for mirrors, one that Clark and the other stinky boys hadn't discovered.

I saw that she changed into a costume in an instant, a light blue princess dress, put on her body, puff sleeves, crystal shoes, sparkling diamond necklaces and earrings.

"I see, I'm wearing a princess dress, I'm a princess!"

"What?" Quirrell's eyes widened, he felt that his IQ was a little insufficient,

"Ah, I've changed again, um, it's a pink dress, and these white sandals are so pretty."

Hermione shifted her posture in front of the mirror, as if admiring her various outfits.

Yes, what girl can refuse a dressing mirror like this that can change clothes as she wishes? It's an artifact!

Quirrell felt a rush of blood rush to the top of his head, and his temples were about to explode.

"That's it!" He asked impatiently, "That's what you see?" Don't try to play tricks. ”

"I think so," Hermione still didn't take her eyes off the mirror, "and I saw me dancing with Clark in the Great Hall of Hogwarts in beautiful clothes!" ”

Her face flushed with excitement, "This mirror is amazing, isn't it, she can let us see what we want to see." ”

Quirrell was cursing again.

"Hurry up and get out of here!" He shouted.

Hermione stepped aside, slow and light, as if she was afraid of drawing Quirrell's attention.

But before she had taken a few steps, a hoarse and piercing voice, worse than a piece of iron across the blackboard, rang out from Quirrell's body again, and he didn't even move his lips.

"She's lying, she's lying......"

Quirrell jerked his head back and stared at her.

"Come back!"

"Honestly, Professor Quirrell, you're really pathetic." Hermione looked at Quirrell, ready to use the Negotiation skill she had learned from Clark.

"What are you talking about?" Quirrell was shouting, "Hurry up and tell me the truth!" What exactly did you see just now? Is it the Philosopher's Stone? It's hidden there. ”

The shrill voice rang out again.

"Let me tell her...... Say ...... face-to-face"

"Master, your state is no longer suitable for showing up!"

"Professor Quirrell, you're not telling the truth!" Hermione felt as if she was about to be entangled in the "devil's web" again, and the malice was about to choke her throat, and she quickly shouted loudly.

"In that mirror just now, you saw the Philosopher's Stone, but you didn't even think about offering the Philosopher's Stone to your master, did you!"

"You talk nonsense!" Quirrell retorted loudly.

In a life-and-death crisis, Hermione's mind was running extremely fast.

"No, you are. This mirror can reflect the things we want to see the most, so I see me wearing beautiful clothes. And you, Professor Quirrell, did see the Philosopher's Stone, but you didn't give it away in the mirror, because you were greedy. ”

"Yes, after all, it's the Philosopher's Stone, the legendary wizard's secret treasure, there may only be that piece in the world, how can you, as a Ravenclaw who is as greedy as a raven and pursue knowledge, give it up so easily, and it's normal to want to keep it for yourself."

"Say no more!" Quirrell stretched out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, as if he was about to cast a curse at any moment.

But a voice came from him," she said. ”

"But the master ......"

"Your master is suspicious of you, isn't he?" Hermione was even bolder, "Remember the runifen on the frame?" It means, 'What I show is not your face, but the desire of your heart,' and what you think in your heart, the mirror will reflect. Professor Dumbledore takes advantage of this property, and if you think about the Philosopher's Stone, it will show the Philosopher's Stone, but you can't get it yet. ”

"So what should I do?" Quirrell asked eagerly.

"The Philosopher's Stone isn't Dumbledore's, remember? He's helping Nicol Lemay keep the Philosopher's Stone, so I guess only someone who doesn't want to keep the Philosopher's Stone for himself can get this secret treasure of alchemy from the mirror. ”

Quirrell's face looked like he had been hit by a stinking dung bomb, and his expression was extraordinarily exciting, he never thought that he would fail because of a little greed.

Hermione, of course, saw his expression and said sarcastically, "It's a pity, you don't seem to be that kind of person, Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore saw through you, the so-called loyalty to your master, but it was all lies and empty words, you didn't actually worship the mysterious man as you said, did you?

Also, after all, you are a Ravenclaw, you have a shrewd mind, and your master can give you benefits, but you don't really give his whole body and soul to him. By the way, I remember Clark once said a word, what is it? 'Refined egoist', yes, that's what you are! ”

"Bang!"

Annoyed, Quirrell fired a spell at Hermione, but due to some kind of interference, he lost his head and struck the wall next to Hermione, sending rubble flying and scaring her.

"Master, don't, I don't."

"Enough!"

"Trust me......"

"Shut your mouth, don't make me say it a second time." Quirrell's voice stopped, "Let me talk to her." ”

The invisible restraint returned to Hermione's body, bringing her immobile to Quirrell.

Slowly, Rocky untied his turban round by round, and what happened next?

Hermione looked at him expectantly and scared at the same time.

She felt like she was in contact with the truth, and that the joy of the puzzle being about to be solved was something that single-celled creatures like Harry and Ron couldn't experience.

The Arab turban floated down, and without the cover of the turban, Rocky's head became unusually small.

Then, slowly, he turned his back around.