HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 Voldemort's command has a very big effect on Quirrell.

　　 He patted his hands again, and the ropes that had been tied to Harry were automatically loosened, and Harry slowly stood up.

　　 "Come here," Quirrell said again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

　　 "Nothing will go wrong, right?"

　　 Stephen asked worriedly.

　　 Jon shook his head, and then remembered that he was in a hidden state now, and Stephen couldn't see him.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Dumbledore's protective settings are very clever. We just need to follow along, don't worry about Harry's safety-as long as he is smart enough, don't give things directly to Quirrell. ."

　　 Harry shouldn't be so stupid, if the plot he remembered was true.

　　 In the picture, Harry began to walk towards the magic mirror.

He saw himself in the mirror. At first, his face was pale and frightened, but after a while, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone, then blinked his eyes and took the stone again. Put it in his pocket-at this moment, Harry felt that a heavy object really fell into his pocket, it was incredible-he actually got the Sorcerer's Stone like this.

"How?"

　　 Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

　　 It's not just Harry that was nervous, Jon and Stephen were also nervous outside. Stephen didn't know the truth. He was really worried about the Sorcerer's Stone, but Jon knew that the Sorcerer's Stone was no longer useful. He was just worried about Harry.

　　 Although he knew that Harry was protected by the curse left by Lily Potter, he was still uneasy.

　　 However, he did not move.

　　 For so long, he has done a lot of things against his original intention, and even began to interfere with Harry and their actions, but he has never appeared in front of Harry.

　　 doesn't have any intersection with this "story protagonist", he can make a shadow behind his back, but Harry can't turn his head back to see him looking for his existence.

　　 This is Jon's bottom line.

　　 Now, I still need to stick to it.

　　 Harry thought so too, he also had something he needed to hold on to, so he was lying.

　　 "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he made up, "I—I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

　　 Quirrell began to curse again.

　　 "You walk away for me."

　　 Harry stepped aside, but he had just walked less than five steps before he heard a sharp voice speak, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

　　 "He is lying... he is lying..."

　　 "Potter, come back here!"

　　 Quirrell shouted, "Tell me the truth! What did you see just now?"

　　 That shrill voice spoke again.

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

　　 "Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

　　 "This little strength...I still have..."

Indoors and outdoors, three people, including Harry, watched Quirrell lift up their hands to remove the scarf on his head, the big scarf fell down, and Quirrell’s bare head looked strangely small, and then he slowly Turned around in place.

　　, with a face on the back of Quirrell’s head.

　　 Harry had never seen such a terrifying face-the color of that face was as dead white as chalk, his red eyes were glowing, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

　　 "Harry Potter..."

　　 he whispered.

　　 "Look at what I have become!"

The face said, "There are only shadows and vapors left... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... But there are always people who are willing to let me enter their hearts and minds... In the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn regained some strength... You saw Quirrell drinking blood for me in the forest that day... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate my own body... …Alright…Why don’t you give me the Philosopher’s Stone in your pocket?"

This sounded no temptation at all. Jon frowned. This was not the same as Voldemort he knew. That Voldemort shouldn’t be like this. He should be full of rhetoric—only reality and The story is different.

　　 Especially compared to the people here, Jon has lived in a more advanced world and has experienced the bombardment of network information, so he is more immune to these things.

Isn't 　　 just brainwashing?

　　 Who has not been brainwashed, in his time, would not resist brainwashing, it was like an undressed girl falling into a group of bachelor men who had been hungry and thirsty for decades, and could only be slaughtered.

"Don't be stupid," the face said viciously, "better save your own life and take refuge in me...otherwise you will end up just like your parents...they begged me to forgive me before dying. ..."

　　 "Lie!"

　　 Harry yelled sharply, apparently Voldemort stabbed him in the scar, which was counterproductive.

　　 Quirrell stepped back and approached him, which allowed Voldemort to still stare at him, and now there was a grin on the evil face.

　　 "How touching..."

He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage... Yes, my child, your parents were very brave back then... I will kill your father first. He would rather die than surrender and fight me bravely... Your mother Actually, there is no need to die... She is desperately trying to protect you... Alright~www.wuxiahere.com~ Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you."

　　 "Don't think about it!"

　　 Harry rushed towards the door that was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Grab him!"

Immediately afterwards, Quirrell flew over and grabbed his wrist tightly. Stephen had already raised his wand and was ready to go, hoping to stop Quirrell, but Jon exposed himself and exposed Deng. The look of Blido grabbed his wrist and signaled him not to worry. Sure enough, after a few breaths, Quirrell let go of his hand-Harry looked around blankly, looking for Quirrell, only to see him bow in pain. Standing, looking at his fingers—they blistered one by one.

　　 "Master, I can't catch him—my hand—my hand!"

Although Quirrell still pressed Harry to the ground with his knees, his hands had loosened Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in confusion-Harry could see them as if they had been burned by fire. Yes, shiny red.

　　 "Then kill him, fool, hurry up!"

Voldemort said in a harsh voice, Chiloe raised his hand and prepared to recite a death curse, but Harry below was suddenly shaken by something, and the whole man jumped up like a carp, reaching out his hand to catch Quirrell’s face. .

　　 "This is the curse left by Harry's mother."

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