I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

Harry silently thought in his heart that he was going to make up a lie to deceive Quirrell.

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

Harry stood in front of the mirror, Quirrell standing right behind him, a foul smell emanating from the purple scarf above Quirrell’s head.

He saw himself in the mirror, pale and terrified at first, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone into his pocket again – at this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket.

It’s really incredible – he actually got the Philosopher’s Stone just like that!

“How?” Quirrell asked impatiently, “What do you see?” ”

Harry plucked up his courage.

“I saw myself shaking Dumbledore’s hand,” he quibbled, “I—I won the House Cup for Gryffindor.” ”

Quirrell started cursing again.

“You let me go away.” He said.

Harry stepped aside, thinking about how to get Eugene out.

At this point, Harry felt that Eugene should not break in.

Because if it weren’t for Eugene, Harry felt that he could run away alone with the Philosopher’s Stone right now.

“He’s lying… He’s lying…” A voice came from Quirrell’s body, but his lips didn’t move.

“Potter, come back here!” Quirrell shouted, “Tell me the truth! What did you just see? ”

“Harry, listen, in a moment you touch his skin with your hand, his skin can’t touch yours.”

At this moment, Eugene’s words reached Harry’s ears.

The two of them were so close that Quirrell couldn’t hear what Eugene was saying.

In addition, Harry’s body blocked Quirrell’s vision, and he did not notice that Eugene was quietly talking to Harry.

Harry was a little confused as to why he was doing this.

“Trust me, you can really deal with him.” Eugene said.

At this time, the voice sounded again.

“Let me talk to him… Talk face to face…”

“Master, your physical strength has not yet recovered!”

“This little bit of strength… I still have…”

Harry felt as if he was firmly entangled in the devil’s net, unable to move in the slightest, and he stood there dumbfounded.

I saw Quirrell raise his hand and slowly untie his scarf.

Eugene’s eyes widened, after all, he had not seen the two-faced man with his own eyes.

After the large scarf landed, Quirrell’s head looked surprisingly small.

Then, he slowly turned his back to Harry and Eugene.

Quirrell also had a human face on the back of his head.

Harry felt as if his feet could move again, and he couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

The scene in front of us has subverted the previous cognition.

The face was as white as chalk, with red eyes glowing with light, and two slender nostrils like snakes underneath.

“Harry Potter…” he whispered.

It can be heard that he is indeed a little weak.

Harry gasped, not expecting to face Voldemort head-on.

“Look what I’ve become!” The face said, “Only shadow and steam remain… I can only have a body when I share it with others… But there are always people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds… Over the past few weeks, Unicorn Blood is what I’ve regained some of my strength… That day you saw Quirrell drinking blood for me in the Forbidden Forest… Once I get the elixir, I can recreate my own body… All right…… Why don’t you give me the Philosopher’s Stone in your pocket? ”

It turns out that he knows it!

Harry stumbled, and if Eugene hadn’t held him up in his back, he would have fallen.

“Oh… I forgot about you. The face looked at Eugene, “That invisible stone was refined by you!” It’s remarkable. ”

“Quirrell, let him go.”

Hearing this, Chino clapped his hands and loosened the rope that tied Eugene.

Eugene was free again.

“You should have followed you for the magic, too!” Voldemort said, “You help me bring the Philosopher’s Stone, I have more opportunities here for you to refine gold.” In the future, you may be able to create a second Philosopher’s Stone. ”

If it was those madmen who pursued alchemy, it would definitely be a little moved.

“Eugene, don’t listen to him!” Harry tensed a little inwardly.

“Don’t be silly,” Voldemort said viciously, “better hold on to your little life and turn to me… Otherwise, you will end up the same as your parents… Before they died, they begged me to spare my life…”

“Lie!” Harry shouted sharply, and he kept backing away.

Chino stepped back and approached Harry, allowing Voldemort to keep an eye on him. That vicious face showed a wicked smile.

“How touching…” he said in a hoarse voice, “I mean to admire courage… Yes, child, your parents were brave back then… I killed your father first, but he would rather die and fight me bravely… Your mother doesn’t actually have to die… She desperately wants to protect you… Okay, give me the Philosopher’s Stone, don’t let your mother die for you in vain. ”

“Or ask your friend Eugene Hill to deliver it for you?”

“Hugh!” Harry turned around, “Run! Eugene! He shouted, and then ran towards the door that was burning with black flames.

“Catch him!” Voldemort screamed.

Chino rushed straight over and grabbed Harry’s wrist.

But suddenly something didn’t feel right, because when he just touched Harry, his hand felt burned.

“Harry!” Eugene quickly shouted, “Touch his skin with your hands, quick!” ”

At this time, Harry felt that the scar on his forehead hurt, and it hurt very much.

It was as if the head was about to be blown in half.

Eugene was still shouting, “Hurry up and touch his skin.” ”

Harry could only scratch indiscriminately.

“No, master, I can’t hold him, my hand – my hand!” Quirrell was horrified to find that his skin couldn’t touch Harry at all.

“Then kill him!” Voldemort said in a shrill voice, “And that mouthy imp! ”

Quirrell raised his hand and prepared to say a deadly spell, but Harry, out of instinct, jerked his hands forward and grabbed Quirrell’s face.

At this time, Eugene also drew his wand.

“Aaaaah!” Quirrell was so painful that he rolled directly.

Coincidentally, he dodged the direction where Eugene had just waved his wand.

Before it was over, Harry finally knew Eugene’s previous words. He held back the pain in his forehead, jumped directly, and pressed Quirrell’s face with his hand again.

Almost instinctively, Harry thought that this was the only way to stop Quirrell from chanting the spell.