"Oh, you're here?"

Quirrell looked intently in the mirror, and he didn't even look back.

"Yes, I'm here."

Harry appeared in the last room.

As he approached the glowing exit, Quirrell saw Harry hesitating at the door, but Harry hadn't come for a long time.

He heard the sound of rustling, and when he turned his head, he realized that it was Harry Potter, how happy.

No longer studying the mirror, Quirrell turned around.

"You didn't expect it to be me, did you? That big black bat really helped me a lot. ”

Quirrell looked at Harry's bruised-nosed and swollen face with satisfaction, his eyes widening.

"Snape?"

Harry was amazed, they had thought Quirrell had already discovered that the boys were targeting him.

Harry was ready to fight as soon as he came in. The scarf in his right hand was clenched tightly, and his body had also warmed up in the previous level, and he could run and jump at any time.

"Snape?" Quirrell mimicked Harry's tone, playing with the savior of the wizarding world in the palm of his hand, and it was the highlight of his life.

Quirrell laughed, and his weakened body seemed to regain a little strength.

The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

It was Voldemort's heartfelt laughter, because Quirrell's body was too weak, and he would have to sleep for a while before he could come out.

Wait, wait, wait.

He commanded Quirrell to stall in their shared minds, waiting for him to gather enough strength to reappear.

"yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? He flew around like a giant bat, which helped us a lot. ”

Behind Harry, Rig, Hermione, and Ron moved slowly in their cloaks of invisibility.

Ron, he regretted that he had to hold that sword to death.

It's heavy and doesn't seem to be of much use.

Rig kept a cautious eye on Quirrell, stopping whenever his eyes wandered to their neighborhood.

Hermione's hand rested gently on Rig's waist, the tip of her small, tall nose already wet, sweat running down her face.

Unless you know the approximate location of this heirloom artifact and deliberately go to physical exploration, it will not be discovered by all kinds of detection magic.

But Quirrell didn't even check his surroundings, and his magic was pitifully low right now.

The enraged master forced him to fall asleep before he could get the Philosopher's Stone.

"With him there, who would doubt the but-but-the-poor, knot-knot-stuttering Quirrell—professor?"

Quirrell stammered, the familiar shrill laughter echoing through the room.

He was halfway through laughing, and the vibration of his chest triggered the old wound of the Forbidden Forest again, and the sweet smell of his throat was filled.

Quirrell tried to clear his throat, but it was useless, and he ended up vomiting two mouthfuls of blood.

The dark blood was indeed from Quirrell's body, and as soon as the blood left Quirrell, Quirrell's face turned pale.

Long-term physical and mental consumption, because you can't get enough rest to clear the customs at night.

Originally, Quirrell's dilapidated body could only be maintained by his master, who supported him.

After being hit by Rig's flaming blow, he quickly decayed to the point that he couldn't move without magic, which is why he didn't even play anymore and directly announced that he would stop teaching.

When Professor McGonagall came to ask him about it, Quirrell didn't even dare to let her in, just handed a note from under the door.

Blood was pouring out of his body all the time, and Quirrell's physical condition was declining every day.

Voldemort was forced to give back a little strength to maintain Quirrell's body.

He and Quirrell had long been one and the same soul, and if they were not nourished and replenished, both would have to die.

Changing to a boarding body is not moving, you need to prepare a lot of materials and find a suitable body, and Voldemort, who found that he couldn't walk if he wanted to, was furious.

Today, Voldemort is depressed to find that this useless servant is about to be completely destroyed.

Quirrell struggled to think about what else he could say to this savior.

The master asked him to stall, and the current state of confrontation was the most suitable.

Not to mention that Voldemort didn't take Harry Potter seriously, and neither did Quirrell.

He was an adult wizard after all, and what kind of spells could a first-year wizard like Harry do.

Quirrell snapped his fingers.

It was too late, but I saw a few ropes jump out of thin air, and tie Harry into a strong knot.

Harry struggled hard in the rope, but couldn't break free.

Harry was even a little happy to be tied up, trying to keep his lips and smile back.

Quirrell didn't notice anyone else, which was the greatest consolation to him, indicating that his mission was a success.

At the same time that Quirrell was casting the spell, Rig added a phantom charm to all of them.

While Quirrell laughed loudly at Harry, he crouched down and emerged from his invisibility cloak.

Quirrell didn't notice him.

Now in the invisibility cloak, only Hermione and Ron are left.

Each of them has its own place and mission.

Ron was the second to leave the Cloak of Invisibility, and he shuddered at every step.

The long sword and the automatic flute have long been locked by Rig and are also invisible.

Ron walked to the farthest corner of the room and put down the automaton flute.

Hermione continued to walk forward in her cloak of invisibility, groping her way as she went.

It's up to her to start the battle, as long as she finds the flute and there is no Ron in that corner, she can see Quirrell's situation ready to begin.

Leaving the Cloak of Invisibility to Hermione was a decision that the other three men agreed to and Ron's only remaining gentlemanly demeanor.

"Guess who's messing with your broomstick?" Quirrell clumsily found a topic, he hadn't spoken to another wizard in a long time, and it was easier for his master to ask him to kill Harry Potter directly than to make him stall.

"Isn't it Snape?" Harry continued with Quirrell.

In fact, they had already found out that Snape was a good guy that day, and Hermione went to the Slytherin camp to eavesdrop.

"No, no, no, I'm the one who wants to kill you. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-incantation to save your life, I would have thrown you to death. ”

Hermione, who had circled Quirrell's side, suddenly realized, so she heard it right, Snape had indeed chanted a rebellious spell that day to save Harry's life.

Ron had been babbling about his conspiracy theories since listening to her that day, such as that Snape was actually reciting anti-anti-anti spells...... Hermione's ears were calloused.

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course," Quirrell said coldly, "Snape hates your father to death. He studied at Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? The two of them hate each other and don't share each other's sky. But he never wants you dead. ”

Remembering the anecdote of his carefree school days, Quirrell's face glowed with a strange light.

After being scolded by Voldemort for being distracted, the light quickly disappeared again.

Rig walked behind Quirrell's back, right in front of the back of his head, and now he was very close to Quirrell, only two steps away.

Ron was to Quirrell's left, sword in hand.

Hermione was on the right side, and the flute was at her feet.

Ball subscription ball recommendation ticket and commuter pass!

Take a bath and sleep!

Today another bet is going to send a book, I'll see how much they can write.

Ye Liang seems to be a sheep, and when he is better, he will ask him to shoot black silk

(End of chapter)