I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

Eugene walked through the black flames.

Only after coming in, he found Harry tied up.

Also, after drinking the medicinal wine that I don’t know what it turned into in the end, he was dizzy at the moment.

Did you come over a little early?

Quirrell was holding his wand and waved it in Eugene’s direction, “The prototype is here!” ”

Eugene rushed to dodge, but because he was a little drunk, he walked down the steps and did not stand firmly, and fell down the steps.

The hand holding the stone also hit, broke the skin, and a drop of blood dripped on the pale yellow stone.

At the same time, Eugene’s figure was also revealed.

His stone, useless!

“So it’s you!” Quirrell didn’t have much consternation on his face, perhaps expecting Eugene to appear.

Eugene sat on the ground, ready to take out his wand.

“Hill, you’d better not move.” Quirrell’s wand pointed at Harry, “Or I’ll kill Potter right now.” ”

Eugene is not in very good shape right now.

The moment he saw Quirrell, his brain hurt a little.

I don’t know if it’s because of the memory or because of the side effects of the medicine I just drank.

He shook his head, trying to clear himself up.

That memory flashed in my head again, it was red, and black…

“What’s wrong? Eugene. Harry noticed that something seemed to be wrong with Eugene.

Ah! Eugene was a little annoyed, just now Harry’s cry, let him grab a trace of memory, disappeared again.

“It’s okay, it’s just a bit of a side effect.” Eugene said.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Quirrell continued to look at the magic mirror, ignoring the two people.

One was tied up, the other was about to pass out, which did not affect his movement at all.

He came to the mirror and stared at it with some greed.

“I saw the Philosopher’s Stone—I’m offering it to my master—but where is it hidden?”

Harry desperately tried to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was getting tighter and tighter.

Now Eugene was unwell and couldn’t move for the time being, so he had to drag Quirrell as much as he could, hoping that Hermione would quickly get Hedwig to deliver the letter, and then Dumbledore would rush over as soon as possible.

“Why does Snape always hate me so much?” Harry asked.

“Oh, he does hate you,” Quirrell said nonchalantly, “of course he hates you.” You don’t know that he was studying at Hogwarts with your father? The two of them hate each other and do not share the sky. But he never wants you to die. ”

The conversation between the two continued.

Eugene is also slowly getting himself back into action, and the effects of alcohol should soon pass.

Like, Eugene has not come.

“But I heard you crying a few days ago—I thought Snape was threatening you…”

For the first time, a trace of fear and tremor flashed across Quirrell’s face.

“Sometimes,” he said, “I find it difficult to follow my master’s orders—he is a great wizard, and my strength is so weak—”

“Are you saying that he was the one who was in the classroom with you at the time?” Harry asked in surprise.

He really didn’t understand how Voldemort got into Hogwarts?

“He stayed with me wherever I went,” Quirrell said quietly, “and I met him while traveling the world.” I was a silly lad with a ridiculous idea of good and evil. It was Voldemort who made my mistake. ”

Saying that, he spread his hands, “There is no good or evil in this world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power. ”

Harry didn’t quite understand, and he couldn’t figure it out.

“Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have disappointed him many times. He was very strict with me. Quirrell went on to say, “He never forgave me easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher’s Stone from Gringotts. He punished me… And decided to monitor me more closely from now on…”

Harry remembered that he had met Quirrell at the Broken Axe Bar and shook his hand, why hadn’t he thought of it?

It’s all the same day!

Eugene’s vision gradually became clearer, and the effect of alcohol dissipated by half.

It felt like Quirrell, at the moment, it was more like finding someone to vent, venting this pent-up emotion.

Is it really the so-called villain who dies of talking too much?

Eugene took advantage of Quirrell’s distraction and quietly gripped his wand.

Quirrell was still struggling with the Mirror of Eris, “I really don’t understand… Could it be that the Philosopher’s Stone was hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror? ”

“Except for your weapons!” As soon as Quirrell finished speaking, Eugene hit him with a spell.

Quirrell’s wand flew out, and then Eugene floated in and got into the black flames.

Taking advantage of the other party’s stunned moments, Eugene came to Harry’s side and prepared to untie Harry.

“Little ghost!” Quirrell was furious, and with a slap of his hand, the rope that had originally wrapped around Harry loosened and flipped around Eugene.

Harry regained his freedom.

Eugene thought that he would be defeated, but he didn’t expect that he seemed to be too weak.

“I have to admit that you are the smartest and most powerful imp in your class.” Quirrell sneered, “However, in front of my master, you are still too weak. ”

Eugene then knew that Quirrell reacted quickly because of Voldemort’s reminder.

“Potter, you better not move.” Quirrell stopped Harry, who was about to act, “Or I’ll let you witness death with your own eyes again.” ”

Harry didn’t dare to move.

At this moment, his mind was spinning rapidly.

His biggest wish at the moment is to get the Philosopher’s Stone before Quirrell.

So, if he stood in front of the mirror and took a look, he might be able to see where to look for the Philosopher’s Stone.

But what would it take so that Quirrell wouldn’t find out?

This was a conundrum for Harry.

Eugene struggled a few times, found that he could not break free, and tightened a little tighter.

“What’s going on with this mirror? What exactly does he do? Help me, master! ”

Quirrell seemed to be talking to himself in front of a mirror.

“Harry, Harry.” Eugene shouted softly.

He was going to tell Harry that he could kill Quirrell by touching Quirrell’s skin directly.

Harry turned his head and was about to ask Eugene.

Suddenly a voice came from the room that had never been heard before.

“Using that boy… Take advantage of that boy…” a somewhat hoarse voice.

Harry turned around in horror, he thought Voldemort had appeared.

At this time, Quirrell also happened to turn to Harry.

“Okay—Potter—come up here.” Quirrell said, “Come here and take a picture.” ”

Harry hid his joy because it was a good opportunity.

He walked slowly to the Mirror of Eris.