"Why? Hermione, it should be you and Harry, you're much more useful than me. ”

Hearing Hermione's words, Neville screamed directly.

"There's almost nothing you don't know."

Hermione's title of jack-of-all-trades wasn't for nothing, and she had more knowledge than those of them who grew up in the wizarding world.

Find a spell to deal with at almost any time.

"Listen to me, Neville." Hermione said calmly, "You and Harry's actual combat is the strongest of us. ”

If Hermione is the most knowledgeable of the men, then Harry and Neville are the strongest of the men.

Yes, in real combat.

After accepting the professors' group make-up lessons, Harry showed his amazing talent, not learning fast, but growing extremely fast.

Neville's words are combat instincts, and many times he imitates Dudley's fighting style, but not as strong.

Actually, there's a Malfoy, but he's faint now.

As for Ron, these are not Ron's areas of expertise, and he has a more suitable approach.

"In terms of knowledge, you are actually no worse than me. Especially you, Harry. Have you been working hard secretly during this time? ”

Harry, who had been named, scratched his head in embarrassment.

He was indeed secretly studying, and more and more people called Dudley Brother D, which made him feel a crisis.

It's clear that I'm the first, and it's clear that I'm the real brother.

It's not that he doesn't want Dudley to be popular, it's just that there is some emotion at work in his heart.

Ron's eyes widened and he looked at Harry incredulously.

'Don't we all eat and sleep together, exercise together, play together?' How come I don't know if you're working hard secretly? ’

Hermione explained again, "Harry, Neville, I'll leave it to you later!" Don't force it, though, I think Dudley will be over soon. ”

Harry asked, "But we drank the potion, so what about Brother D?" ”

"Dudley must have a way, because that's Dudley!" Hermione said confidently.

'yes, that's Dudley, there's going to be a way. ’

"Hmm!" Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Neville and Harry drank the potion and burrowed into the wall of fire.

Almost at the same time, an invisible shadow followed.

It was an empty room, empty except for a mirror in the center.

There is no door at the back of the room, which means this is the last room.

Maybe we can finish the test before Brother D comes. ’

Such a thought could not help but rise in Harry's head.

"Harry. This mirror? Come and see! ”

A scream interrupted Harry's thoughts, and Neville stood in front of the mirror, staring straight into the mirror.

Harry walked over and he recognized the mirror, the same one he had seen during the Christmas holidays.

Mirror of Eris.

"I saw my parents, them! They recovered! ”

Neville looked so excited that he was on the verge of crying.

"Listen to me, Neville. That's not true! ”

Harry, who had listened to Dudley explain the principle of the Mirror of Eris, hurriedly stepped forward to soothe the excited Neville: "Calm down. ”

"I saw my parents in there, too, but it was fake, it was illusory."

"Potter is right."

An unfamiliar voice rang out, and Harry turned around, and he saw a familiar figure standing in the corner of the room.

That's the only one of all the professors who hasn't given them a make-up class.

Professor Quirrell.

The professor who was stunned by the trolls at the Halloween dinner.

At this time, he changed his normal behavior and stood at the door with a completely different attitude from before.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Potter."

There was no stumbling in the speech, and the original stammering feature disappeared.

Quirrell stared at Harry with a gloomy expression, but he seemed to be deliberately disguising the position of his ass, and his expression looked a little unnatural.

Professor Quirrell is the final test?

No, something is wrong.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to ache sharply, accompanied by a strong burning sensation.

The feeling made him feel like his head was going to crack.

"Harry Potter!"

In a trance, Harry seemed to hear another voice, one that didn't belong to Quirrell at all.

"Let me see him! Face! ”

Quirrell's expression was very unnatural, and he wanted to say something, but the owner of this voice made him unable to resist, only to see him slowly untie the thick long scarf wrapped around his head, and turn around, revealing the back of his head, which was by no means the back of a normal person's head, and there was another undistorted human face on it.

"Look what I've become!"

The distorted face began to speak, not in a way that happened through the vocal cords, it didn't have that kind of thing, and its mouth opened and closed in a frightening way.

"All that's left is the shadow and the vapor, you're at fault, Potter!"

Voldemort, or just the remnants of Voldemort's soul.

"Because of you! It's all because of you, I can only share a body with others right now. ”

"But I never dreamed that you would appear in front of me."

Saying that, Voldemort actually controlled Quirrell's body in reverse, raised his wand, and with a light lift, countless ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Harry layer by layer.

In the face of the huge difference in strength, Harry did not have the slightest ability to resist.

Experience, magic, and knowledge are far inferior to each other, even if it's just a remnant.

Voldemort looked at Harry carefully, but didn't notice any difference between him and the other little wizards: "Look, no matter how you look at it, it's just an extremely ordinary, ordinary little wizard, why. Why was it possible to kill that perfect me, that powerful me eleven years ago? ”

There was deep incomprehension and doubt in his tone, and his eyes had already filled with Chiguo's killing intent.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to kill Harry Potter.

Neville took advantage of the conversation with Harry and secretly pulled a few seeds out of his pocket.

A spell struck Neville's wrist, and seeds spilled all over the ground.

"Don't try to make small moves in front of me, little one."

It was only then that Voldemort noticed Neville, only to see his blood-red pupils shrink when he saw him.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom! ”

He recognized Neville's identity, which brought back some bad memories for him.

It is well known that shamans do not believe in science, they believe in prophecy.

And in the prophecy of destroying the Dark Lord back then, in fact, not only Harry, but also another person met the requirements, which means that there should be a total of two people who can kill the Dark Lord.

One is the famous Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom in front of him.

Theoretically, the savior was in their midst, but Voldemort happened to have chosen Harry.

Voldemort looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

Rao is as the Dark Lord, and he began to feel a little shaken and panicked in his heart.

Is the original prophecy going to come true again?!" ’

Do you want him to choose again? And then die again?

No! Never!

(End of chapter)