Harry threw his head back and poured the potion that would allow him to pass through the black flames and walk into the fire.

Black flames licked his body, but he didn't feel anything—for a moment, he couldn't see anything, only black flames in front of him. Then, he made his way to the other side, into the final room.

A man in a turban had his back to him. In front of the man, there was a gorgeous mirror.

After hearing the sound, Voldemort turned around, and after seeing the person clearly, he smiled on his noseless face and said:

"I was just wondering if it was Yaxley or you, Harry Potter, coming in."

"With me here, you don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone."

It wasn't until the moment he faced Voldemort that the long-lost fear and hatred poured into Harry's mind once again. With trembling hands, he said, "Compared to you, Snape is a great man. ”

"Snape?"

Voldemort gave a strange smile, a chilling sneer:

"Snape flying around like a giant bat? He's caused a lot of trouble for me, my former master...... It's threatening me again, it's stopping me from killing you...... He deserves to be a good servant of mine......"

This was a bit informative, and Harry froze for a moment. He said incredulously:

"Your servant? Stop you from killing me...... Did you do Quidditch? ”

"It seems that Severus has been deeply trusted by Dumbledore for more than ten years, and his identity has been protected so well......"

Voldemort's gaze returned to the mirror and said nonchalantly,

"During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over and set Snape on fire, inadvertently knocking me out. She ruined my gaze at you, in fact, just hold on for a few more seconds and I'll drop you off your broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a spell to break the spell, do you think you would have survived until now? ”

"However, it's not too late to kill."

Voldemort snapped his fingers with his back to Harry, only to see several ropes jump out of thin air, tying Harry into a knot.

Harry's face turned pale and he struggled desperately, but the ropes grew tighter and tighter, just like the devil's net.

"Well, just wait, great savior."

Voldemort muttered softly, "I need to look at this interesting mirror, which is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone...... Only Dumbledore could come up with something like this...... But he's in London at the moment, and by the time he comes back, I'll be gone......"

"And that damn Yaxley, who should have been swallowed by the basilisk by now...... Unfortunately, it would have been a very ideal choice to use it as a pet......"

"That really disappoints you, Voldemort."

A voice suddenly sounded in the room. Norin strode into the house, relieved to see Harry tied to the ground and not in danger of his life, and said coldly.

Both Harry and Voldemort were shocked, the former with surprise on his face and the latter with a hint of panic in his anger.

"You-"

Voldemort opened his mouth and was about to say something, when the Mirror of Eris behind him suddenly lit up with a strange ripple, and then, like a black hole, pulled Voldemort towards it.

Voldemort was stunned and turned to resist the suction, and the turban on his head fell to the ground.

Harry finally saw what the little wizards had been talking about for half a semester, what was going on under Quirrell's turban. Just one glance, he felt his chest clenched.

Harry tried to let the screams unleash, but couldn't make a sound. Where it should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before.

The color of the face was as white as chalk, the red eyes shone brightly, and underneath were two elongated nostrils that looked like a snake.

Voldemort opened his mouth to say something, but the mirror seemed to give birth to a pair of hands, slowly pulling him into the mirror.

Norlin squinted, the sleek mirror seemed to invite him. He probably understood what Dumbledore meant, sighed, untied the rope from Harry's body, smiled and said:

"Those two faces look a little alike, don't they?"

"Hey, Norin, why are you here? Where did Voldemort go? ”

Harry nodded stunned, then immediately asked quickly.

"I'll talk about that later. You just stay by the mirror, and when you see Voldemort coming out, you catch him, you know? I mean, touch him with your hand—"

Norlin pulled him up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"I'm guarding? What about you? ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, only to see Norlin already step into the Mirror of Eris.

Harry looked curiously at the Magic Mirror. He saw in the mirror that he was pale, but with a smile on his face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone. Then he blinked and put the stone in his pocket again.

At that moment, Harry felt that something heavy had literally fallen into his pocket. He took it out in disbelief and saw that it was the bright red stone.

When Norin entered the mirror world, he immediately discovered that it was a completely different environment from the last time he came.

There was a dead silence all around, and there was a smell of death everywhere, as if all living beings could not survive here. Not far from Norin, there is a river flowing with black water, where it comes from, and there is no end.

At his feet, black mandalas dot the dead land. Norin looked up at the sky, it was also dark, and the feeling that Nolin felt extremely depressed, as if there was a person looking down on him from the sky.

Voldemort stood by the river, silent.

After a while, he let out a soft snort similar to disdain:

"Hmph, is this death? Dumbledore was counting on scaring me with such a scene? But he did not know that I had gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life......"

"How far? You haven't even reached a fraction of Nick Lemay, have you? ”

Norin said with a sneer.

Voldemort also scoffed, "Nick Lemay? With the help of alchemy items, it is just a matter of constantly hanging his life, and sooner or later there will be a day when he will be buried in the ground. My means are comparable to him? ”

The river flowed silently, and the whole space was filled with the sound of their conversations.

"Being able to enter here means that Dumbledore already knows what I am going to do with the Philosopher's Stone. He was always like this, thinking that everything was under his control. ”

A trace of reluctance appeared on Voldemort's face, and he sneered and said, "But I want to see what means he has prepared." Even if you kill me, I'll be back soon. ”

"Yaxley, if you and your mother are willing to join me in my cause, we will be unstoppable."

Voldemort glanced at Norlin and slowly walked towards the exit of the mirrored world, "It's a pity...... The next time we meet, I'll definitely kill you. ”