HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 The picture slowly unfolded.

　　 Harry turned his back to the screen, and in their field of vision, he could just see Quirrell's smile.

　　 Now, his face doesn't twitch at all.

　　 "It's me," Quirrell's calm voice came from the mirror: "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

　　 "But I thought--Snape--"

　　 Even if he could only see the back of Harry's head, Jon could feel his surprise. As soon as he raised his hand, he touched his beard, and then he remembered that he now looks like Dumbledore.

　　 I hadn't noticed that Dumbledore was so high before, but now I have discovered this, and it doesn't seem to be of any use.

　　 "Snape?"

　　 Quirrell's laughter came from the mirror. This laughter was not his usual sharp tremor, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape really doesn't look like a good person, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt that-- -But-poor, the stammer of Chiloism-Professor?"

　　 "But Snape tried to kill me!"

　　 Harry said in shock, she really couldn't accept the answer.

"No, no, no, I was the one who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape, knocking me down accidentally and she destroyed Because of my gaze at you, in fact, as long as I hold on for a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn’t been chanting an anti-curse next to you, I would have saved your life. You fell to death."

　　 "Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly. "Why do you think he should referee your second match? It's ridiculous that he wants to make sure that I don't hurt you again-in fact, he can't bother with it. With Dumbledore present, I can't do anything.

　　 The other teachers thought that Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning. He did make himself very unpopular. However, all this is a waste of time, anyway, I must kill you tonight. "

　　 Quirrell snapped a finger, and in an instant, a few ropes rushed over out of thin air, binding Harry firmly.

　　 Stephen reflexively raised the wand in his hand, trying to help Harry, but Jon stopped him.

　　 "Don't move, look, Quirrell won't do anything to him, so feel relieved to write down the scene and the content of the conversation."

　　 He pushed in the air, and a piece of parchment broke out of the hidden range of his defensive magic and appeared between the two people.

　　 He didn't worry about Harry's safety at all, the feedback in the glasses, he saw Voldemort's unique chaos inside.

　　 "You are too nosy to let you live in the world, Potter, on Halloween, you wandered around the school, I knew at the time, you saw me go to check the magic stone mechanism."

　　 "Did you let that monster in?"

　　 "Of course, I have a special way to deal with trolls-you must have seen it, how did I teach the guy in the room over there?

Unfortunately, when everyone was rushing to find the trolls everywhere, Snape, who had been suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me—not only did my trolls fail to kill you, even that The big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off either.

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

　　……

　　 Outside, Jon explained.

　　 "That mirror," said Jon, the Mirror of Eris, "it's what Dumbledore used to keep the Philosopher's Stone."

　　 It is a very magnificent mirror, the height reaches the ceiling, the golden frame, underneath is 2 claw-shaped foot supports.

　　Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi is engraved on the top. The reverse is Itshowsnothingmoreorlessthanthedeepest, mostdesperatedesireofourhearts, which can make people see the most urgent and strong desire deep in their hearts.

　　 If there is a chance, Jon would also like to take a look.

　　……

　　 "This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured in the screen, and he tapped with his hand along the surrounding mirror frame.

　　 "Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing, but he is in London at the moment, and when he comes back, I will be far away."

　　 Harry twisted nervously and kept talking.

　　 "I saw you and Snape in the forbidden forest—"

　　 "Yes,"

Quirrell said lazily, turning to look behind the magic mirror, "He was already watching me at that time and wanted to know how far I was. He was always suspicious of me, and he wanted to scare me—actually he Where can I be scared, I have the Dark Lord as my backer?"

　　 Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily inside the mirror.

　　 "I saw the Sorcerer's Stone, I am offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

　　 Harry desperately tried to break free of the ropes that bound him, but he was getting tighter and tighter. He kept talking, trying to prevent Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.

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

　　 "Oh, he does hate you,"

　　 Quirrell said casually, "He was studying at Hogwarts with your father back then, don’t you know? They hated each other and shared the same, but he never wanted you to die."

　　 "But a few days ago I heard you crying—I thought Snape was threatening you~www.wuxiahere.com~ Quirrell's face flashed with a tremor of fear for the first time.

　　 "Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's instructions-he is a great wizard, and my strength is so weak -"

　　 "Are you saying that he was in the classroom with you?"

　　 Harry asked in surprise.

"No matter where I go, he is with me," Quirrell said calmly. "I met him while traveling around the world. I was a silly young man at the time and had a ridiculous approach to right and wrong. The idea is that Lord Voldemort pointed out my mistake. There is no right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power. Since then, I have served him loyally, but I also have many Let him down once.

　　——He has been very strict with me. "

　　 Quirrell lowered his voice and cursed.

　　 "I really don't understand. Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

　　 He obviously couldn't find the trick to open it, but someone knew.

　　 In the picture created by the mirror, Voldemort's hoarse voice suddenly came out.

　　 "Use that boy, use that boy."

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