"Where is it...... Where is it......" Quirrell seemed to be a little crazy, and kept muttering, his face turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone gradually weakened.

Ike looked at the bruise-purple marks slowly creeping out of the back of Quirrell's neck, and knew it was a curse of unicorn blood.

The first time, Quirrell lasted about ten days, the second time it was only seven or eight days, and the backlash came even more violently.

"No wonder you have to come to find the Philosopher's Stone today, you can't hold on anymore?" Ike said in his heart.

The death of the two unicorns was a big deal, and Hagrid and the horses stepped up their patrols, making it difficult to steal the power of the unicorns' blood again.

Quirrell's plan was good, but Dumbledore used magic to hide the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Eris, and it was impossible for people like Quirrell, Voldemort, and Ike to have the Philosopher's Stone to get it.

That's right, Ike also wants the Philosopher's Stone.

Regardless of whether the piece hidden in the Mirror of Eris is true or not, according to Schrödinger's theory, when the Philosopher's Stone is not taken out, it is in a wonderful state of half-truth and half-truth, that is, there is at least half a probability that it is real.

Assuming that the Philosopher's Stone is real, then as the most amazing alchemical creation in centuries, its research value is immeasurable.

Not to mention anything else, turning stones into gold is very tempting, enough to make countless people crazy.

"I can't get it, master...... I can't get ......" hours of searching left Quirrell in despair, and his voice was a little crying, waking up Voldemort from a deep sleep due to weakness.

Comrade Fu was angry, but it was impotent rage, and there was nothing he could do about it attached to Quirrell, especially in his current state. Even when he had drunk unicorn blood seven or eight days earlier, Voldemort had been able to forcibly crack Dumbledore's magic.

Fortunately, there is still some hope.

After teaching at Hogwarts for a whole semester, Quirrell did a lot of preparation for stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and he also did a lot of research on Harry, a boy who never died, and knew Harry's temperament very well.

It was a little wizard who looked like a Gryffindor......

Commonly known as the reckless man.

Now, Quirrell was waiting for Harry!

He's not a fool, he knows exactly who these so-called levels are waiting for, so to speak, this is the stage set for Harry.

Otherwise, who can be stopped by just a devil's net and a mere wizard chess? The three-headed dog was tricky at the beginning, and it almost stopped him for a semester.

It's just that there are many things that you know you can't do and have to do. Voldemort needed the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell needed it, and he knew there was a pit in front of him.

He didn't have a choice!

Quirrell was still standing in front of the Mirror of Eris, the curse of unicorn blood forcing him to save every ounce of effort and adjust his condition. Ike was much freer, but he was also sitting on the stone steps next to him, his wand beating his thigh rhythmically, and his mind was focused on the upcoming "battle".

After waiting for a few more hours, I finally waited for the main master.

Harry jumped in as expected, and was taken aback by the first thing he saw was Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Eris. Even a moment ago, he had guessed the vicious Snape.

"It's here, I can feel it." Quirrell's voice was low and slow, "But why can't I get it?" Why, Mr. Potter? ”

"Professor Quirrell? How are you? Ek, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel helpless at Harry's reflex arc, but Harry didn't realize it, and still asked himself, "Why not Snape?" ”

"yes, why isn't Snape...... Quirrell's words were filled with three points of anger, three points of emotion, and four points of helplessness, "There's Professor Snape flying around like a bat, who would pay attention to the poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell?" ”

"But he wants to kill me!" Harry shouted, feeling his three views shattered, and the Quirrell in front of him shattered his perceptions.

"No, no, no, Potter, I'm the one who wants to kill you......" Quirrell completely followed the law that the villain must tell his own story about his own plan, and said almost the whole semester of things, "...... In a way, he was my accomplice. ”

"Snape was once a Death Eater, you know......" Quirrell's voice lowered at the end of the sentence, and then said to Ike, who had been watching the play for a long time, "Mr. Stred, please tie up our savior, we need him next." ”

Harry was only then surprised to notice the other person in the room, even though Hermione had been reminding him a few minutes earlier that Ike might be inside.

Ike didn't talk nonsense to Harry, he's a villain now! With a wave of his hand, several ropes appeared out of thin air, tying Harry up like a mummy, revealing only a pair of eyes and a mouth.

"Why are you here! Hermione believes in you! Harry still shouted, "Are you worthy of her!" Ike! ”

Raising his hand to send Harry to Quirrell's side, Ike still didn't speak. Quirrell reached out and pinched Harry's face, as if looking at a strange rarity, "Is this the Savior?" It doesn't look good, stupid, reckless, I don't know how you ......"

"Quirrell...... Don't waste your time...... Let him get the Philosopher's Stone......" A voice sounded, speaking very slowly, and weakly, out of breath.

"Master......" Quirrell replied respectfully, unleashing the rope from Harry's questioning expression before pushing him in front of the Mirror of Eris.

"Tell me, what do you see in the mirror?" Quirrell was a little impatient.

Harry had already recognized that it was the Mirror of Eris that he had seen in the abandoned classroom, and looked over curiously, only to see himself in the mirror wink at him, and then put a piece of red hand in his pants pocket.

The moment the stone in the mirror was pocketed, Harry was startled when he felt something round and angular protruding against his thigh.

Faced with Quirrell's urging, Harry decided to lie: "I'...... I saw Dumbledore shake my hand again, and I won the House Cup for Gryffindor. ”

"Lie! He's lying! The voice rang out again, "Let me speak to him, Quirrell, let me speak to him!" ”

"But the master ......"

"Let me talk to him!" Comrade Fu was resolute, and Quirrell had no choice but to remove the turban from his head and turn away, and Harry suddenly saw an ugly face.

"Meet again, Harry Potter, the boy who never dies......" Voldemort's current appearance scared Harry and Ike. When we met again a week ago, Comrade Lao Fu could still see that it was a human face, but now it has completely changed.

There was not a trace of blood, the original pale green eyes became red, and the nostrils also changed from round to elongated, like a two-way socket.

"Look at me, Harry Potter, you made me look like this, and I can only use my physical form by clinging to the body of a servant......"

"The unicorn's blood has allowed me to recover a bit over the past two weeks, but I still have to endure that damn curse......"

"However, once I get the Philosopher's Stone and get the elixir, I'll be able to get myself a new body......"

"So, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Harry's legs suddenly became susceptible, and he took a few steps back to avoid Voldemort's eyes, shouting "Don't you think!" Don't! He turned and ran towards the black flames.

"Stop him!" Voldemort shouted, and Quirrell and Axie lunged at Harry. Ike was a little farther away, two steps behind, and watched as Quirrell grabbed Harry's arm and let out a pig-killing scream.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! You...... What are you! Quirrell's right hand was flushed red, as if it had been burned by flames, and the fingertips slowly began to turn black.

"Catch him!" Voldemort shouted again, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ike grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to a staggering side, and his body involuntarily spun around and fell to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in his right hand, Quirrell extended his left hand to Harry again. Harry was already unsteady on his feet, waving his hands to grab something to stabilize his body. He was pulled before, and in a panic, his left hand grabbed Ike's hand, and before his right hand could land, Quirrell sent him to the door again.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! There was another scream, and Quirrell watched as his hands turned red to black, and he fell backwards to get away from Harry.

At this time, Harry also came to his senses, Quirrell couldn't touch his body!

Awakened, Harry felt full of courage, and a flutter hung on Quirrell's body, holding Quirrell's face with both hands, and his fingers pressed as if he were about to grasp something.

And he did grab it, a mass of flesh that was red, scorching, and turning to black and ash!

Looking at it again, Quirrell was already slumped to the ground, covering his equally gray face with his hands that were constantly turning black and gray. He couldn't scream anymore, but through those eyes, he could clearly see that he was going through unimaginable pain, and in a few moments, he was reduced to ashes.

"Harry Potter ......" a dark shadow rose from the ashes, looked at Harry angrily, and cursed, "It's you again!" It's you again! I'm going to kill you, kill you! ”

"Ike! Give me the Philosopher's Stone! Comrade Fu's words made Harry wake up too, and he looked at Ike as if he was fine, and ducked back with his pockets clutched.

Ike sighed, his eyes swept over the black flames that had not changed, and with a gesture of his hand, Harry flew to his feet. As soon as the wand of his right hand struck Harry's hand, Harry felt an unbearable stinging pain in his hand, and he couldn't help but let go.

Easily taking out the Philosopher's Stone, Harry still shouted, "Ike! Ike! Don't give him the Philosopher's Stone! ”

Ike glanced at Harry and shut him up. Those eyes were cold, and Harry couldn't help but think of Snape.

"It's noisy...... Ike muttered, holding the Philosopher's Stone and looking at Comrade Fu Fu, who had turned into a black shadow.

The curse of unicorn blood, Quirrell's death, and Harry's strange strength weakened Voldemort to the extreme, even weaker than Quirrell had seen him last year.

"Give it to me...... Give it to me......" Comrade Fu repeated in a low voice, and Ike slowly walked towards Voldemort. Harry endured the pain in his hand and tried to grab Ike's foot, but he just happened to scratch the hole, and he could only watch as Ike came to Voldemort's side and handed the Philosopher's Stone to him.

"No!"

"No!"

Two voices rang out one after the other, the former full of disappointment, pain, and remorse, and the latter pure anger.

"It turned out to be a fake! Fake! Dumbledore! As soon as Comrade Lao Fu came into contact with the Philosopher's Stone, he found that in addition to the strange magic fluctuations on the surface, there was an ordinary red stone inside, and it was this strange magic that deceived his perception.

Angry Comrade Fu pounced on Harry, trying to kill him, but suddenly remembered Quirrell's tragic situation in his mind, and stopped halfway through, turning through the black flames, leaving only an unwilling cry:

"I'll be back! Wait for me! ”

Ike stared at the black flames, and after a few moments he was sure that Voldemort had fled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. After a few steps, he crouched down beside Harry, ignoring Harry's vicious gaze and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Heal as ever!"

Harry froze, he felt his body gradually gain strength, and struggled to get up, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Ike with a finger.

"It's better for you to lie down for a while, the healing spell is not a panacea, and it can't alleviate the loss of your magic and spirit." Ike said, with a flick of his wrist, a red stone appeared in his hand, and he felt it slightly, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is the Philosopher's Stone......

"Who would have thought that such a powerful magic power fluctuation would be firmly trapped by the shell, and only such a little ...... would be exposed"

Harry was confused, as if his brain had been repeatedly kicked by 10,000 horses, 10,000 mules, and 10,000 donkeys: "This ...... This...... What's going on? ”

He couldn't figure it out, how could there be two philosopher's stones?

"Copy Charm, a very useful spell." Ike played with the magic stone in his hand and said casually, "If it weren't for the fact that the magic power outside the magic stone didn't fluctuate strongly, it really wouldn't have been able to fool him......"

"But how do you do that? I saw you take the Philosopher's Stone out of my pocket, how ......"

"Haven't you ever seen magic? Harry. With a flick of Ike's wrist, the Philosopher's Stone disappeared, and when he flipped it again, it reappeared in his hand, "A simple trick." ”

Putting the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, Ike waved his hand and Harry flew into the air.

"Alright, it's time for us to leave, you'll need to go to the hospital for a few days, Harry."

As soon as he walked to the black flame, Ike was about to cast a fire control spell to separate the flames, when he saw the flames in front of him suddenly go out, and a group of people appeared in front of him.

An old man with white hair and a white beard, a man with greasy hair and a little witch with fluffy brown hair.

"Mr. Strade, I think you have one thing you need to give me before you can take Harry to the school hospital." The white-bearded old man said with a smile, looking very kind.

"Professor Dumbledore......"

Ike also showed a smile on his face, slightly bowed his head as a salute, and greeted the anxious little witch on the side.

"Hermione, long time no see, it's been two or three days......"

Hermione nodded, a complicated look on her face.

"Ike, long time no see......"