Hermione's fingers were on the switch of the flute that played automatically, and her palms were now covered in sweat.

The song Ron has already been recorded, and it will play as soon as he pushes the switch.

And as soon as the switch was pressed, she was going to leave the place as soon as possible, so as not to be attacked by Quirrell or Voldemort.

Rig and Ron, they will also start attacking Voldemort to buy time for Hermione.

Originally, Harry was also a member of the attack team, but now that he was tied up and fell to the ground, Hermione was worried that Harry would be hurt if the battle began.

She waited patiently for the best moment.

Rig and Harry weren't in a hurry, once it started, the battle would have to be won or lost, and the professors might be able to get there if it took a while.

Rig didn't know if Marvel had found the professors.

On the top floor of the Hogwarts Tower, I found a whole castle and licked my little nose that was dry because of the heat of exercise.

She smelled the tabby cat.

Without the professor's help, Rig's brow furrowed, his experience on the zero loan had just been repaid, and he might have to owe it again.

Rig pressed the big tail that circled his waist to his heart, and the big tail twitched him unhappily.

Quirrell was still chattering about the love-hate relationship between Harry's father, James, and Professor Snape.

Harry even thanked Quirrell a little bit for talking more about his parents than Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore had ever said.

Harry listened in fascination as he didn't struggle and the rope was getting looser.

Harry could even sit up in a different position and listen, Quirrell glancing at him, ignoring him.

"You let that troll in?"

Quirrell went from James to Snape, and when it came to Snape, how could he not talk about Quirrell's own cleverness against Snape?

Voldemort in Quirrell's body was secretly accumulating strength, and he was about to be able to come out.

"Of course it is. I've got a special way of dealing with trolls - you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there? ”

No one is in a hurry, only one is in a hurry.

King Ron in a hurry.

His arm was already sore from lifting the sword off the ground, and after a while, he might just drop the sword to the ground.

He secretly placed his sword on the ground.

The sword came into contact with the ground and the dust that had accumulated on the ground for an unknown amount of time, making a small "poof".

Quirrell's gaze swept over in an instant, his gaze moving back and forth throughout the room.

Is it about to start?

Hermione felt the air freeze instantly, and she stared at Quirrell.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The other three were sweating for Ron, and Harry didn't even dare to turn his head for fear that Quirrell would really find Ron.

Rig and Hermione waited with bated breath.

Hermione was worried that Quirrell would hear her heartbeat.

In case Quirrell finds out, the battle must begin immediately in order to maintain the first strike.

The long night walk, the use of the Illusion Charm many times, and Rig's superb spell skills helped the boys a lot.

Quirrell glanced at the room as empty as before, and Harry, who was unresponsive, and suspected he had misheard.

Because of the constant flow of blood and the weakness of his body, he has been ringing in his ears lately, and sometimes he can't even hear Voldemort's reprimands.

"Hehe, I'll use those methods on you in a while."

Quirrell, who was so dry-mouthed, finally threatened Harry before suddenly turning to look in the mirror.

Hermione was frightened and retracted her finger that had almost pressed the switch.

"Alright, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror. ”

As soon as the boys entered the room, they found the mirror, the Mirror of Eris that they had seen many times.

It turned out that Professor Dumbledore had removed the Mirror of Eris for use here, Harry thought to himself.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell muttered, tapping his hand along the frames around it.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding nervously if the Philosopher's Stone was in the Mirror of Eris.

Harry felt that Dumbledore would give him the Philosopher's Stone, so he needed to look in the mirror.

"Only Dumbledore could have something like this. But he's in London at the moment, and by the time he comes back, I'll be gone......"

Then Rig could understand why they couldn't find the professors.

It is estimated that Quirrell has been fooled away from the mountain.

However, the professors can't be deceived by Quirremon all the time, and maybe they are on their way back now.

The top of the tower.

Marvelous meowed, motioning for Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore to follow her.

Dumbledore had always been an amiable little old man, and the students were happy to see him every time.

But now there was no smile on his face, and his blue eyes, which had once been as soft as a clear sky, were now full of raging rain.

He flicked his wizard's robe and summoned his pet phoenix, and Fawkes instantly appeared beside him.

Before Dumbledore could move forward, Snape behind Professor McGonagall cursed.

He ignored Dumbledore and strode forward with the wonder.

in the last room.

Quirrell spun back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into the mirror.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone. I'm dedicating it to my master. But where is it hidden? ”

Harry knew, but Harry didn't dare speak.

Quirrell ignored him, still muttering to himself, "What's the matter with this mirror?" What exactly does it do? Help me, master! ”

After waiting so long, Voldemort felt much better, and his voice could already reach reality.

"This is the Mirror of Eris, you idiot. Take advantage of that boy, take advantage of Potter. ”

Quirrell turned to Harry again, "Alright, Potter. ”

He clapped his hands, and the ropes that bound Harry were automatically released.

Harry stood up slowly, but didn't pass.

He feared that he had actually gotten the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell would have snatched it, Harry thought anxiously.

"Come here," Quirrell vomited some blood clots, his expression darkening for a moment.

Impatiently, he said again, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." ”

Harry couldn't stand still any longer, and Quirrell looked like he wanted to give him a look at any moment.

He closed his eyes, stood in front of the mirror, and opened them.

Harry saw himself in the mirror, and at first his face was pale and frightened, which was what he was now.

But after a few moments, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, and with a wink, put the stone back in his pocket.

Just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into the right pocket of his wizarding robes.

He had actually gotten the Philosopher's Stone like that, and Harry's hand moved as if it were spasmodic.

He reflexively wanted to touch the Philosopher's Stone, but restrained himself.

Not far away, Rig's and Hermione's eyes lit up together.

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(End of chapter)