After about half an hour, Quirrell finally limped to the room where he passed through the trolls and came to the level set by Snape.

It's just that he looks very strange now, as if he has aged dozens of years all of a sudden, his face is extremely pale and full of wrinkles.

And Quirrell seemed to be badly injured, and there was a strong smell of blood all over his body, and every step hurt him to grin his teeth.

When Quirrell entered the room, the flames of magic that had been extinguished rose again.

Trembling, he came to the table with the potion, picked up the parchment, and read it carefully.

“…… There is no Grim Reaper hidden in the giants and gnomes.

The second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, but the taste is the same. ”

A smile slowly appeared on Quirrell's face.

Snape, the idiot, thought he couldn't reason...... Ridiculously, he was an excellent student who graduated from Ravenclaw with eight "O's".

Rather than finding keys, playing chess and playing trolls, that's what he's best at.

Quirrell conjured a feather, dipped it in a bloody spot on his body, and began to calculate.

"I see!" Soon, Quirrell exclaimed excitedly, "It's this smallest bottle that will allow me to pass through the black flames and get the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Without hesitation, he picked up the inconspicuous little bottle and took a sip with his head up.

"Vomit ......"

Quirrell had thought that there would be nothing more, and that it would be more difficult to accept than facing dozens of biting kale.

But now he realizes he's wrong.

His lips had barely been touched by the potion, and a disgusting smell instantly flooded into his mouth, as if there were three hundred trolls dancing in his mouth.

The compost in the greenhouse tastes sweeter than this thing.

The mental torture made Quirrell's face even more ugly, and he threw the potion back on the table after only taking a sip.

"Damn Snape!"

Quirrell covered his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other, and trembled through the black flames.

"Wait...... When I get the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect the Dark Lord, both Sprout and Snape will die! ”

Quirrell roared inwardly and entered the last room.

But to his horror, he found that there was already a man inside...... Not Snape, not Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter!"

Quirrell gasped in shock.

"It's me, Professor."

"Harry" in the room turned around and said in a slightly panicked tone, "I was worried about whether I would meet the professor here, and you came ......"

"Wait. Professor Quirrell, why are you so badly injured, don't worry, I'll take you to the school hospital. ”

With that, he walked over to Quirrell.

"Stand there and don't move!" Quirrell took out his wand and roared, "Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone!" ”

Quirrell felt like his mind was messed up, very messy.

He had foreseen countless scenarios before...... For example, how to fight when encountering Snape, or what posture to use to beg for mercy when encountering Dumbledore.

But Quirrell didn't expect that Harry Potter would come here before him, and judging by the way he looked, it seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

How the hell did this immortal boy get through those brussels sprouts!

"Philosopher's Stone? What nonsense are you talking about! ”

"Harry" wondered, "Isn't the final reward here this mirror?"

Professor, you must come and see, this mirror is really amazing, I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore and becoming the Minister for Magic.

I guess it can predict the future! ”

Quirrell glanced suspiciously at the Mirror of Eris.

He wanted to go over and take a look, but he had barely taken five steps when he heard a shrill voice speak.

"He's lying...... He's lying......"

"Potter, don't move!" Quirrell immediately raised his wand and shouted, "My patience is limited, hurry up and give me the Philosopher's Stone!" ”

The shrill voice spoke again.

"Fool, haven't you found out yet? He's not Harry Potter! ”

"Not Harry Potter?" Quirrell looked at the other man again.

Messy hair, scars on his forehead, and round-rimmed glasses...... This is Potter, yes.

"Let me talk to him...... Talk face-to-face ......"

"Master, but you've just wasted a lot of energy with the brussels sprouts, and you still need to rest!"

"Thanks to your help...... I still have that strength......"

"It's my pleasure, master!"

Quirrell bent over, raised his hand to untie the scarf that had been wrapped around his head, and slowly turned away, revealing the hideous, terrifying face on the back of his head.

The face was as white as chalk, its red eyes glowed, and underneath it were two elongated nostrils that looked like a snake.

"You don't seem surprised...... he whispered.

"There's no way Quirrell could steal the Philosopher's Stone alone, he doesn't have the guts."

"Harry" said calmly, "It's just that I didn't expect you to show up like this...... Mr. Voldemort. ”

"You know I ......" Voldemort seemed surprised.

"It's obvious, isn't it?"

"By the way, by the way, how did you find out that I wasn't Harry Potter, I feel like I'm dressed up pretty reductively."

"Clothes ......," Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "Harry Potter doesn't wear the Slytherin badge!" ”

"It's a pity...... But it can't be helped, I say I won't wear that stupid lion badge at all. ”

Kyle takes off his glasses and throws them aside, and they bounce off the ground a few times before turning back into a Bibi Bean.

Abbot Sathya gave him many potions, including a large bottle of polyjuice potion.

And it's not hard to get Harry's hair, or it's very simple, Kyle can't cheat Harry with any pants left if he wants.

It's just not necessary.

"Who are you......" Voldemort said with interest, "Malfoy...... Knott ...... Or Selwyn......"

"Don't guess, Mr. Voldemort." Kyle spread his hands and said, "Since I used the compound potion, I definitely don't want others to know who it is." ”

"Courageous and cunning...... The mind is also very clear, and it seems that Slytherin has produced another excellent little wizard. ”

Voldemort's interest was even greater, and he looked at Kyle and said in a very bewildering voice, "You're really much better than that piece of waste at Quirrell...... Follow me and help me get the Philosopher's Stone...... I will grant you more power and wealth than you can imagine! ”

"Master......" Quirrell said with a little grievance, and he trembled, "I am your most loyal servant." ”

Obviously, he came first, whether it was in the forests of Albania or in those dangerous checkpoints just now......

He is the one who has been helping the Dark Lord, not the person in front of him, who doesn't even know his name.

……

(End of chapter)