Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Time flies by Tierra and Dumbledore's Q&A.

About forty minutes later, when the teapot had bottomed out, there was only half a strawberry cake left on the dessert stand.

In the space of the Mirror of Erised, Tiera opened her stomach to eat because she didn't need to worry about gaining weight.

Finally, Tiera saw the disheveled Harry appear at the basement entrance on the other side of the mirror.

"Yes, it's you!" Harry looked at Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised in shock, "No, no, how is this possible, what's the matter with you?"

"Can't think of it, right?" Quirrell turned around with a sullen face. "With Snape around, who would doubt it, but, what about poor Professor Quirrell?"

Tiera could see from Harry's face that Harry couldn't believe it at all.

"But, but Snape wants to kill me!"

"No, no, no, it was me who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me over. She destroyed In fact, just hold on for a few more seconds and I'll throw you off your broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting the anti-curse next to you, trying to save your life, I'd have thrown you away long ago. fell to his death."

"Snape wants to save me?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"Look, how terrible preconceived prejudices are." Dumbledore, who was sitting on the other side of the mirror, said to Tiera with a smile.

Tiera didn't know how to answer, so she shrugged.

"He's exactly the same as James." Dumbledore whispered again.

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly across the mirror. "Why did you say he was refereeing your second game? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. It's ridiculous...he doesn't really deserve it. Mind. I can't do anything with Dumbledore around. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself unpopular... But it's all a waste Time, no matter what, I must kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers. It was too late to speak, and I saw a few ropes jumping out of thin air and tying Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to let you live in the world, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me check the magic stone's mechanism."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls, you must have seen it, how did I teach the guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone was scrambling around looking for trolls , Snape, who had already been suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me... Not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg break."

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

Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell. It is the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing, but he is in London at the moment, and by the time he comes back, I will be far away!"

The only way Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking and keep him from focusing on the magic mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry spoke rashly.

"That's right," Quirrell said languidly, turning to look behind the mirror. "He had his eye on me and wanted to know how far I was going. He'd been suspicious of me. He wanted to scare me. Me, but how can he scare me, with Voldemort as my backing!"

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror and stared greedily into it.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone! I am offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free of the ropes that bound him, but the ropes got tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing his full attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said casually. "God, of course he hates you. He was at Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? They hate each other, they don't share. Dai Tian. But he never wanted you to die."

"But I heard you cry a few days ago, and I thought Snape was threatening you..." Quirrell's face flashed a tremor of fear for the first time.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's orders. He is a great wizard, and I am so weak."

"You mean he was in the classroom with you?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Wherever I go~www.wuxiahere.com~ he's with me," Quirrell said quietly. "I met him when I was traveling the world. I was a goofy lad, good There is a ridiculous set of ideas about right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who can't gain power... Since then, I have been loyal to He works, but I've let him down many times. He's always been very **** me."

Quirrell shuddered suddenly and said, "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts. He punished me...and decided to be closer ever since. keep an eye on me..."

"Damn, is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" Quirrell cursed in a low voice.

"What's up with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, Master!" Quirrell was getting a little crazy.

At this time, another voice suddenly came from the small basement, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

"Take... take advantage of that boy," said the voice.

Harry looked around in horror.

"Potter! Come forward!" Quirrell waved, and the rope that bound Harry pushed Harry to the mirror.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been sitting on the chair, stood up, and a red irregular gem emerged from the wizard's robe.

Dumbledore bent down and tapped lightly where Harry was standing in the mirror.

The red gem disappeared and appeared in Harry's pocket.

Tiera frowned.

Because he discovered...that ruby...was not the one he put in Hagrid's pocket...