Quirrell smiled. Now his face doesn't twitch at all. "It's me," he said calmly, "I was wondering if I'd ever meet you here, Harry Potter." ”

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. "yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? He flew around like a giant bat, which helped us a lot. With him there, who would doubt that but—but—poor, knot-knot-stuttered Quirrell—professor?"

Harry couldn't believe it. It can't be true, it can't be.

"But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry was still incredulous.

"No, no, no, I'm the one who wants to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over and cast a spell on Snape and inadvertently knocked 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 counter-incantation to save your life, I would have thrown you to death. ”

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course," Quirrell said coldly, "why do you think he's refereeing your second match?" He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again. It's ridiculous...... In fact, he didn't bother to think about it. With Dumbledore here, I couldn't do anything. The other teachers thought that Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and that he had made himself very unpopular...... It's all a waste of time, though, and I'm going to kill you tonight anyway. ”

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy," Charon raised his wand, holding a bewildered Harry behind him.

"And you little one," Quirrell laughed, "do you think I'm going to be afraid of you, an underage necromantic cub?" ”

"I figured out you'd be the one who had the problem," Charon composure, but with his right hand behind him he gestured to Harry, motioning for him to move away. He used the cover of Lu Wei to release the troll skeleton and the troll knight skeleton, and the scene suddenly became much better.

"Boy," Quirrell cried viciously, "there are already two skeletons, not bad!" Your father wasn't so wealthy when he was your age! But do you think two skeletons and a dog can deal with me? ”

"Then come on, let me see if the teacher is good, or the student is good?" Charon showed no weakness, felt out his fangs, waved his wand, and a series of "bone and tooth impacts" whizzed past like bullets.

For a while, the troll skeleton waved its two-handed long sword like a hot wheel, the troll knight skeleton rumbled with a long bone spear, Lu Wei's three heads roared forward and tore and bite, plus Charon's foot stepped on the "Yu Bu" body and shot flexibly and continuously! For a while, the attacks were like a tide, and a delicate coordination of a combat squad was played!

Quirrell naturally did not show weakness, as Voldemort's host, his magic ability far exceeded that of ordinary wizards. He swung his wand in response, and a deadly spell flew between the two of them, smashing gravel all around. Quirrell's magic was profound, and Charon was numerous, so they fought for a while.

Harry hid in the corner, staring wide-eyed at the fierce fight, and now he even regretted not listening to Charon's advice and insisted on coming in. It's not that he's afraid of death, it's just that he doesn't seem to be able to intervene in such a life-and-death duel at all.

Fearing that Harry would be injured by mistake, Charon quietly took the battlefield to the side while fighting fiercely. And just like that, before Quirrell knew it, the two of them had moved away from where Harry was.

When Harry saw that they were far away, he came out of the corner, anxious and panicked, not knowing how to help Charon. Suddenly, he realized that what was standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Eris.

How could there be such a thing here? What is it for?

Harry walked over to the mirror, and when he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a moment, he smiled.

In the mirror, Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket - just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket. It's unbelievable - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Oh my God, Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone in such a way! But how did you get this thing out of it yourself? Now I don't have the ability to protect this magic stone at all!

Harry panicked, he wanted to put the philosopher's stone back into the mirror, but he just didn't know what to do!

"Harry, get out of the way!" Charon's exclamations could be heard in the distance.

It was too late, but I saw a few ropes jump out of thin air, and tie Harry into a strong knot. Quirrell was already standing triumphantly beside him.

Charon screamed in his heart that Harry had fallen into Quirrell's hands! This kid is really uneasy, didn't he let him hide? Why are you standing in front of the mirror in a daze?

"What are you doing with him?" Charon had no choice but to stop, standing there and guarding carefully, trying to help Harry out of danger with words, "He's just a kid who doesn't resist anything, you won't be able to beat me, and you want to take a hostage!" If that's the case, it's a shame! If the professor can't beat his own student, he will take another student as a hostage, and he will say that he will lose his life! ”

"Shut up," another voice came from Quirrell's body, "let me talk to him...... Talk face-to-face ......"

"Master, your strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"That's a little bit of effort...... I still have ......"

Charon had never seen such a disgusting scene before, and he stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raise his hand and untie the scarf from his head. The large scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small. Then, slowly, he turned in place.

In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

"Charon!" The face uttered a strange and high-pitched voice, "You little guy is really amazing, you have such a skill at such a young age, and even Quirrell's stupid person is no match for you!" The Shafiq family really lives up to its reputation!"

The face continued, "All I have left is shadow and vapor now...... I can only have a body if I share a body with someone else...... But there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds...... Once I got my hands on the elixir, I was able to recreate a body of my own......"

"Alright...... Harry, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?" He turned to Harry abruptly.

Harry's legs quivered, and he staggered backwards.

"Don't be stupid," the face said to Harry viciously, "and you'd better save your own life and take refuge in me...... Otherwise, you will end up with the same fate as your parents...... Before they died, they begged me to spare their lives......"

"You're Voldemort!" Charon suddenly shouted loudly, "You don't want to hurt Harry!" ”

"Ho-ho, you're only now recognizing me," Voldemort let out a shrill giggle, "you're from House Shafiq, and your family has always been neutral, right?" So why are you meddling in our business? What difference does it make to you whether it's the Ministry of Magic or the Death Eaters? ”

"Indeed, the Shafiq family doesn't care about the Death Eaters," Charon replied without hesitation, "and as you said, I have no reason to meddle in your internal strife, but Harry is my friend, and his business is my business, as long as you don't oppose him, I will leave immediately!" ”

"Ho-ho," Voldemort let out another shrill maniacal laugh, "I just don't want to do much, as if you have the upper hand, you have to figure it out, now Harry is in my hands!" Stand back now, or I'll kill him right now!" ”

Charon had to take a few steps back.

The situation on the field was very strange, Quirrell faced Charon and turned backwards towards Harry, Voldemort still staring at Harry, and the evil face showed a sinister smile.

"How touching...... he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage...... Yes, child, your parents were brave back then...... I will kill your father first, but he will die rather than give in, and fight me bravely...... Your mother doesn't have to die...... She's desperate to protect you...... Well, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you in vain. ”

"Don't think!"

Harry suddenly pulled out the Philosopher's Stone and waved his arm to throw it at Charon, when Voldemort screamed, "Catch him!"

Immediately after, Harry felt Quirrell's hand grasp his wrist tightly. Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead ached; He felt as if his head was about to split in half; He shouted loudly and struggled desperately.

Then, to his astonishment, Quirrell let go of his hand, and the pain in his forehead lessened—Harry looked around blankly, looking for Quirrell, only to see him hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers—and he watched as they blistered one by one.

Charon could see it from a distance, and as soon as Quirrell's hand touched Harry, a huge blister erupted in a strange and frantic manner, and then his hand began to rot. This strange scene made Charon stunned for a while, what the hell is going on?

"Catch him! Catch him!" Voldemort screamed again. Quirrell lunged forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on top of him, and grabbing Harry's neck with both hands.

Charon saw it clearly, and this time it was even more obvious, Professor Quirrell's two hands were completely rotten and burned, and even his forearms were missing.

"Master, I can't hold him - my hand - my hand!" He cried out in pain.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry up!" Voldemort said in a shrill voice.