Lind thought about it, and the time frame was that the confrontation between Harry and Quirrell was about to begin.

But it didn't matter to him, anyway, he only knew that the three-headed dog Luwei was still in this castle, but he didn't even know where it was.

In the evening, Linde walked out of the Gryffindor lounge as usual. Come to the Room of Responsiveness.

Work on the unicorn head was progressing slowly, and he wanted the full head skin, but now he had no idea.

The best way to do this is to separate the skin and flesh with high air pressure, just like you would with crispy roast duck.

As for the blood, eyes, and horns in the unicorn's skull, he had already stripped them off.

Although a week has passed, the unicorn's head is still alive, and the book says that after the unicorn is a magical animal, the magic power in their body will slowly drain, and during this time, their corpse will not naturally decay, nor will it be eroded by various small disgusting creatures.

He didn't want to go to the dissection room today, he was too tired during this time, and the work was also considered to be at a bottleneck, so he planned to go to the water tonight to sleep well.

As soon as you sleep until you wake up naturally, the management of Hogwarts at the end of the semester should be more relaxed, because the prefects and the student council are busy revising, and the first year that has already completed the exam is too naughty and difficult to manage, so some of them are managed with a slack attitude.

Anyway, he didn't plan to run back to the lounge at five or six o'clock tomorrow and pretend to get up again.

When I came to the Room of Requirement, a smooth handle appeared on the smooth wall, and Linde saw this handle and smiled.

During this time, this handle was rounded up a lot by him. I remember the first time I came to the pool, the handle was very rough.

Linde gently pushed the door and was about to enter, when he heard a familiar disgusting voice.

"You'd better save your own life and take refuge in me...... Otherwise, you'll end up with your parents...... Who!! ”

Linde withdrew his hand and tried to close the door, but it seemed to be stuck, because he stumbled with some force.

Linde let go and strode out. As a result, he only ran two steps when he felt a strong force behind him pull him back.

Bang!

The room of the Room of the Room of Requirement was slammed shut. Outside, the echo of the door closing in the dark hallway sounded.

"Another Gryffindor ......" A disgusting hoarse voice rang in Linde's ears.

Linde barely opened his eyes and saw a two-faced man standing in front of him. And now it was as if he was under some spell, and he couldn't move his hands or feet. Hans Christian Andersen was also fixed to his shoulder like a sculpture.

The face of Voldemort at the back of the Two-Face's head is facing away from Linde, and in front of him is Harry Potter.

And Quirrell was facing Linde.

Harry was also a little surprised to see Linde. But it's more about the panic of the current state of the mind.

"Kill him, and don't let him disturb my conversation with Little Potter......" Voldemort glanced at Lind through the Mirror of Eris beside him.

Linde hurriedly looked around.

It wasn't the pool house he used to come to, but an empty room like some kind of dance studio. In the middle of the room, there was a tall gold-framed mirror.

The mirror seems to reach up to the ceiling, and the ornate gold frame is supported by two claw-shaped feet. Engraved at the top is a line of words: Erist......

Mirror of Eris.

Linde's mind was a little down, and before he could react, he heard Harry exclaim, "Don't ...... I...... I'll give it to you. But you can't hurt us. With that, Harry put his right hand in his pocket and took out the Philosopher's Stone.

"Very good...... Give it to me......" Voldemort screamed, his voice full of impatience, and Quirrell turned to the side, reaching out to take the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's hand.

"Wait......" Harry said, pretending to be calm, enduring the sharp pain in his head, "you let Linde out first, he just accidentally broke in." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the door that had suddenly popped up on the other side.

Harry had come here from the other side of the room drinking potions through the black flames, and when he arrived, there was no door through which Lind had entered.

"Okay...... , you disgusting guy is lucky. Voldemort looked at Linde condescendingly. At the same time, Linde also felt the restraint on his body loosen.

Lind got up and glanced at Harry, he didn't expect this guy to be so clever at this time.

Linde walked to the door without hesitation, he just wanted to come to the Room of Request to take a bath when he encountered this kind of thing.

Well, although he had been curious about where the rooms that were neither classrooms nor office dormitories came from when he had read novels before, he had not expected the answer.

And Dumbledore knew that he liked to come to the Room of Requirement, and the door of this room and the door of the pool room were still the same style.

If he hadn't been a mere obstruction, he wouldn't have believed it, and now he's on fire, and besides, Harry doesn't need to worry at all, he's Dumbledore's baby!

Sure enough, there must be giving. Dumbledore, this old man.

Lind walked to the door, but Andersen didn't say a word. It was so clever that he teamed up with the boss that night to get the two of them into play. His boss did disguise, but it didn't!

Honestly, the most nervous person in this room right now, oh no, creature, it has to be Hans Christian Andersen.

Lind gently opened the door, but only to open a gap before it got stuck again, and he looked back to see Harry looking this way, while Quirrell spread his hands and looked at Harry playfully.

"We have to play by the rules, right?" At this point, Quirrell didn't stutter anymore, but spoke calmly. His eyes lit up and he looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry's eyes struggled for a long time, sweating down his face, and finally he handed the Philosopher's Stone with trembling hands. "Let us go!"

If it was Harry alone, he wouldn't have given the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell even if he died, but now that there was one more Linde, he wouldn't allow outsiders to lose their lives after accidentally mixing into it.

"I finally ...... Finally got the ......" Voldemort's voice trembled with extreme excitement.

Hearing his words, Quirrell waved his hand calmly and made a retching motion.

"No, no, master, oh no, you should be called Voldemort." Quirrell had a cheerful smile on his face, mixed with a hint of banter.

"I got the Philosopher's Stone, not you."