Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Quirrell turned off the music box and left the room, thinking thoughtfully.

Just when he wanted to return to his office, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears.

Quirrell stopped and looked around, there was no one there.

"It's Harry! Harry Potter!

Quirrell realized that it must be Harry Potter with the cape!

He had long heard that Harry was very jumpy recently, and he often wore a cape to run around the castle at night. Filch had said more than once that if he caught evidence of Harry's night wandering, he would be punished to clean the toilet and so on. if.

"Follow! See what he's up to! 35

Quirrell didn't know why he suddenly had such an idea, but he still decided to follow his heart and followed the sound of his footsteps.

"Unexpectedly, after what happened last time, Harry's courage has grown a lot."

Quirrell followed behind Harry and couldn't help but sigh.

How dare you be so big?

Simply too big!

In the empty corridor, Harry Potter walked in a hurry, his footsteps were so obvious that even the sleeping portrait was awakened.

Quirrell was different, carefully following behind Harry without making a sound.

And just like that, Quirrell followed Harry all the way to an abandoned room on the corner of the library floor.

"What is this place? Abandoned classroom? What is Harry doing here?"

Quirrell gently followed 577 in. There were a bunch of dilapidated desks and chairs in the room. As he had guessed, this was an abandoned classroom.

But what he didn't expect was that in the middle of the classroom, there was a gorgeous, huge mirror.

"The Mirror of Erised!"

Quirrell exclaimed in his heart, he had seen this famous thing in books, but Quirrell didn't remember that it belonged to Hogwarts.

"Who put it here?

Quirrell pondered, suddenly thinking of the note in the music box.

"Look in the mirror! Look in the mirror!"

Quirrell's eyes grew brighter and he seemed to understand.

"It's unbelievable! Saruman, oh my God, he's just horrible!

"It must be Dumbledore, who brought the Mirror of Erised, hid the Philosopher's Stone in it, and performed magic.35

"But why did Dumbledore put the mirror here?

Quirrell pondered, and Harry had taken off his invisibility cloak by this time, and he put the cloak next to him and sat down in front of the mirror with his knees folded.

"What did he see in the mirror?"

Quirrell felt a little curious when he saw Harry like this.

The Mirror of Erised (cgeb) can reflect what a person's heart desires most, and Quirrell wonders what Harry wants most, and seeing how obsessed he looks, it might be something amazing.

After all, he was prophesied to kill his master...

correct!

prophecy!

Quirrell was shocked, as if a flash of lightning flashed across his mind. At this moment, Quirrell suddenly realized, all confusion disappeared, and he completely understood where the violations of those traps were.

Harry Potter was the prophesied son who was prophesied to kill Voldemort, but he hasn't grown up now.

Dumbledore wants to take the opportunity to make Harry grow up!

It must be so!

No wonder those agencies are so playful, not only have no power, but also have obvious customs clearance methods, as if Dumbledore wanted someone to go in and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell had thought that Dumbledore was playing with him, playing with Voldemort, but now it seems that it is very likely that he is wrong.

Dumbledore is exercising Harry Potter!

He wants Harry Potter to catch himself!

So now, Dumbledore sent this mirror to Harry Potter!

The more Quirrell thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. If he guessed right, Hagrid must have told Harry Potter about the Philosopher's Stone.

"In this way, what is the probability that Dumbledore already knows my identity... The reason why he kept me is to train Harry?"

Quirrell's face showed anger, and he became Harry's stepping stone!

No wonder! No wonder!!

As expected of the famous Dumbledore.

Quirrell would still be complacent about his disguise if he hadn't stumbled across this tonight.

After thinking about this, Quirrell subconsciously wanted to leave, but then he thought of Voldemort, his face became ugly again, if he left, where could he go?

Voldemort was in his body, and if he ran away, Voldemort would not let him go.

A chill flashed in Quirrell's eyes as he wondered whether or not to kill Harry while no one was there.

Didn't Dumbledore want to use him to make Harry grow up? Then he would just kill Harry, and everyone should have a good time!

Quirrell put his hand on the magic wand around his waist, but didn't pull it out, and he hesitated again.

Did Dumbledore prepare for it in advance?

Can I really kill Harry myself? Not even Voldemort can kill him...

"The Boy Who Lived..."

Quirrell finally gave up, and after thinking about it, he set his eyes on the invisibility cloak beside Harry.

"The invisibility potion can only last for half an hour, and it will soon expire, and I only have one bottle. If I take the invisibility cloak, it will be more convenient in the future. 35

Thinking like this, Quirrell quietly walked to Harry's side, saw that he was still staring at the Mirror of Erised, sneered silently, stretched out his hand to take the invisibility cloak, and left quietly.

Harry, who was addicted to the Mirror of Erised, didn't notice it until half an hour later, Harry, who felt a little cold, planned to leave.

"Mom and Dad, I'll see you again tomorrow.

Harry said so, reaching for the cloak next to him, but it was empty.

"Um?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to see that there was nothing on the ground.

"Where's my cloak?

Confused, Harry looked around, stood up, and looked around.

"The cloak is gone?!"

Harry was confused, did someone just come?

But it shouldn't.

"Is it Peeves' prank?"

Harry couldn't figure it out, but the invisibility cloak was indeed lost.

"It's over! 35

Harry's heart was beating wildly, and the problem before him was how to get back.

When there was an invisibility cloak before, he roamed Harry at night without Filch on his back many times, relying on his invisibility to run Filch all over the castle, but he was so angry.

If Filch caught this time, Harry couldn't imagine how miserable it would be.

Can't be caught by him!

Must not!

"Don't go back at all! Leave after breakfast..."

Harry shuddered, and although it was almost February, the night temperature was still very low.

Especially in this abandoned classroom, the temperature was even cooler, unlike the burning fireplace in the lounge in Gryffindor Tower.

Harry curled up, walked to the corner of the pile of waste tables and chairs, found some waste paper there, spread it on the ground, sat on it, hugged his shoulders, and slept dazedly with anxiety, confusion and anger. on.