Seeing the object in his hand in the mirror, Harry's eyes widened.

The blood-colored stone, which seemed to contain infinite vitality, was exactly the same as the one he had seen in books.

Yes, this is the legendary Philosopher's Stone, yes, it is a magical stone kept by the headmaster.

Just, why is it here?

When this was confirmed, Harry's doubts grew stronger than not dispelled.

Because he didn't understand the situation in front of him.

Is the Philosopher's Stone, longed for by Snape and the Dark Lord, in this kind of place now?

It's in the mirror, and it looks like it's within reach.

As long as you stretch out your hand, as long as you touch the magical, alluring magic mirror, the legendary Philosopher's Stone will fall on your hand!

Inexplicably, Harry felt a sense of confusion in his heart.

Philosopher's Stone ......

Isn't it because the Dark Lord, who is still alive, wants to get it so desperately because it has magical and special powers?

It may be able to bring Voldemort, who has been in ashes, back to the top, and it can also allow an ancient figure like Nicol Lemay to live far longer than the average wizard.

So, can it do anything else?

"Immortality, resurrection, remodeling of the body......"

Before he knew it, Harry was out of control.

He slowly pronounced the words in a fascination attitude, and his hands reached out uncontrollably towards the Mirror of Eris.

At this moment, in his distracted gaze, he saw something else.

He saw himself holding the Philosopher's Stone aloft and wielding a powerful spell that he still didn't know what it was.

And with the help of an ancient mystical power, he saw his parents coming out of those fairytale-like magic circles.

They look at themselves with a smile and seem like everything is perfect.

As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, as long as you get him, then you will no longer be a wild child without a home, and you will not have to endure the cynicism of your so-called relatives who have no warmth and have to do household chores every day.

You will have a home of your own.

Living in a beautiful place, Dad would teach him Quidditch and Mom would teach him Potions and other lessons.

They can have some cute cats like the old lady next door, or other pets.

But is this kind of thing really possible?

Can you really do these things with Philosopher's Stones?

Just as Harry's trembling hands were about to touch the magic mirror, the sense of morality that still existed in his heart was firmly shackled to his hands.

No.

No, absolutely not.

After quickly coming to his senses, he abruptly retracted his hands, his right hand covering the palm of his left hand, and his left hand clenching the thumb of his right hand.

With his hands folded, he couldn't help but take two steps back.

And when his lucid gaze fell on the Mirror of Eris again, everything he had seen before was gone.

In the mirror, he was still smiling, holding the scarlet stone in his hand.

There has never been any ancient magic of the Philosopher's Stone, nor has there been any pinnacle of alchemy.

He also did not resurrect his parents.

All of this is just a fantasy of his.

This is the power of the Mirror of Eris, which may seem simple, but it can directly touch the deep desire of the Mirror Viewer.

"It's horrible......"

Coughing lightly twice, Harry couldn't help but let out a dry sound.

Then, he began to slowly retreat.

"Just stay there, I don't have any ability to keep the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape isn't here right now anyway."

What exactly will Snape do?

He didn't know.

But he felt that all he could do now was find a place to hide.

Since you can't get out, then hide.

But just as he was thinking this, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the figure in the mirror and made other movements—he directly put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

Then, Harry felt his pocket sink.

Not good!!!

Subconsciously touching his pocket, he touched a hard stone, and it also emitted a certain temperature.

"Philosopher's Stone ......"

After pulling the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket, Harry couldn't help but hold it tightly.

What to do?

Where exactly should he be placed?

Is it hidden?

Or is it better to put it on your body?

Just when he was hesitating, reality kept forcing him to make a choice.

The fire at the Black Fire Gate behind him became vigorous, and a short sound of footsteps came.

The sound made Harry subconsciously hide the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and when he subconsciously drew his holly wand to meet the enemy, he saw his familiar figure rushing all the way.

He looked a little embarrassed, his robes were a little tattered, and even his turban was rotten, revealing most of his bald head.

"Professor Quirrell?"

And after hearing Harry's call, the embarrassed wizard couldn't help but look up.

"Harry?"

There was a flash of complexity on his face, but his superb expression control still allowed him to take those emotions back.

"Why are you here?"

"I ...... I'm more worried about you, Professor. ”

Hearing this answer, Quirrell was a little confused for a moment.

His expression was a little subtle and strange, but it did mix with some indescribable emotion.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head:

"Are you worried about me? But these things are not for you to be involved in...... Well, did you find anything here? ”

After making a round, Quirrell's gaze swept over the mirror, intentionally or unintentionally.

"This is where Professor Dumbledore kept the Philosopher's Stone, did you find anything here?"

"I ......"

Under this straightforward question, Harry subconsciously wanted to hand over the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

But at the last moment, a certain intuition surging inside him blocked the trust he had always placed in Quirrell.

"No, there isn't."

He just shook his head.

But what he didn't expect was that it was precisely this reaction that made the expression of the 'Professor Quirrell' in front of him ugly.

"Really?"

Faintly, his voice asking questions also muffled.

"Yes, no."

Harry shook his head.

"Maybe Professor Dumbledore hid it somewhere else, and this is just a cover-up."

But what he didn't know was that it was this answer that pushed him into an extremely dangerous situation.

"Harry."

He heard a helpless sigh.

"I thought you should be a very smart child, but I didn't expect you to lie about such a thing."

“…… Professor? ”