I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

Seeing Quirrell in front of him, Harry was so stunned that he was a little speechless.

“You!” He tried to calm his heart.

Quirrell turned around, and he smiled, his face twitching at all.

“It’s me,” he said calmly, “I was wondering if I would meet you here, Potter.” ”

He didn’t stutter anymore.

It turned out that everything that was shown before was disguised.

“But I thought—Snape—”

“Snape?” Quirrehaha burst out laughing, and this little voice was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

“yes, Snape doesn’t look like a good guy, does he? He was flying around like a giant bat, which was very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt a co-but-poor, knot-knot-stutter Professor Quirrell? ”

Quirrell pretended to stammer.

Harry was still a little hard to accept all this, it didn’t feel real.

After the first Quidditch match, Eugene said something that made Harry feel that everything was real.

“So, that Quidditch match, it wasn’t Snape who killed me?”

“Of course not him – I was the one who wanted to kill you.” Quirrell said, “Your friend Miss Granger, when he rushed over to order Snape’s robe, knocked me down—oh, and another, that Hufflepuff imp. ”

Hufflepuff imps?

Quirrell referring to Eugene?

Harry only knew that Hermione had gone to set fire to Snape’s robe, and he didn’t know that she had knocked Quirrell down, let alone that Eugene was there too.

“Eugene?”

“Yes, Eugene Hill, a nasty little ghost.” Quirrell’s face twisted slightly, “At that time, after Granger knocked me down, he came. In front of me, the view is completely blocked, so that you can be safe. ”

“That little ghost’s eyes are very annoying, like they can see through everything.” Quirrell said, “And Snape, if he hadn’t been chanting the Cracking Spell and trying to save your life, I would have dropped you to death.” ”

“It turns out that what Eugene said is right.” Harry finally understood now, “Snape is really saving me. ”

“Of course that,” Quirrell said coldly, “why did you say he was a referee for your second match?” He wants to make sure I don’t hurt you again. It’s ridiculous… In fact, he didn’t bother with this thought. Dumbledore was there that game, and I couldn’t do anything. The other teachers thought that Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular… However, everything is a waste of time, and anyway, I must finish you off tonight. ”

Quirrell snapped his fingers.

Sooner or later, a few ropes sprang up out of thin air and tied Harry tightly.

“You’re too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, Potter. On Halloween, you wandered around the school, and I knew then that you saw me looking up the Philosopher’s Stone. ”

“You let that troll?”

“Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls – you’ve seen how I tame that guy in the room over there, right? Unfortunately, when everyone hurried around looking for the troll, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me – not only did my troll not kill you, but even the stupid dog with three heads did not bite off Snape’s leg. ”

Harry’s eyes widened, he really didn’t expect things to be like this.

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

Only then did Harry notice that something standing behind Quirrell was none other than the Mirror of Eris.

It turned out that after Christmas, it was put here.

Harry had been obsessed with it, and it was then that he spoke face-to-face with Dumbledore for the first time.

In the mirror, he saw his family.

He still remembers that feeling.

Somehow, there was a sour taste in my heart.

“This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher’s Stone,” Quirrell murmured.

He tapped it with his hand along the frames around him, but unfortunately nothing changed.

“Only Dumbledore could get something like this… But what about him in London at the moment… By the time he comes back, I’ll be long gone…”

The only thing Harry could think of right now was to keep Quirrell talking, not letting him focus on the mirror.

At the same time, he also prayed that Eugene, on the other side of the black flame, could really figure out a way to pass through.

Subconsciously, Harry felt that Eugene could do it.

By this time, Eugene had stopped shaking the small bottle.

As he expected, it fused.

Looking at the liquid in front of him, Eugene swallowed.

Let’s fight it!

Perhaps, at this time, Harry was already fighting Quirrell.

Dumbledore is probably back soon.

It’s not poison, it shouldn’t die.

He took a deep breath, then tilted his head and poured the fused liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

The liquid is sweet and a little spicy feeling.

Eugene felt that his whole body was scalding, and his head was still a little dizzy.

It can’t be drunk, right?

The line of sight in front of him changed, and the door of black flame swayed from side to side.

Eugene shook his head, well, it seemed to be really a little drunk.

Take the light yellow stone from your pocket, hold it in the palm of your hand, and infuse it with magic.

His body became invisible.

Then, he walked straight into the black flame just like that.

Eugene reacted afterwards that he went in so recklessly.

But at the moment, seriously, he’s a little on the head.

Stimulated by alcohol, Eugene walked over regardless of it.

The black flame really didn’t do anything to him.

That’s how he broke in.

Harry was trying to divert Quirrell’s attention, “I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest. ”

“That’s right,” Quirrell said lazily, looking behind the mirror, “he was already eyeing me and wanted to know where I was going.” He was suspicious of me all the time. He wanted to scare me—in fact, where he could scare me, there was Voldemort doing…”

Suddenly, Quirrell stopped talking, and his face became serious.

Just now, after he turned around, he found that the flames behind Harry had changed a little.

“Who’s there!” Quirrell drew his wand and looked warily behind Harry’s back.

It’s Eugene!

The first thing that came to Harry’s mind was Eugene.

Could it be that he really passed through the black flame?