Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Revenge, Rage, Clue

Harry was going crazy.

After being forcibly fixed his gaze, he saw himself in the mirror smiling at himself.The other party put his hand into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket—at this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket.It was unbelievable—that he had gotten the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

It didn't do anything to delay Quirrell, though, as he kept his eyes on Harry, and soon noticed the partially bulging pockets.

As a result, Quirrell got the Philosopher's Stone easily.

Harry wanted to stop Quirrell, but he couldn't do anything, the effect of the Petrification Curse hadn't been lifted—and soon, Harry's mind changed from blocking to wanting to cry out in fear—

The moment Quirrell succeeded, another face appeared on his increasingly crazy face—Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils that were long and slender like snakes.

It was Voldemort.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Voldemort stared at him with vicious eyes, and Harry felt as if a piece of flesh was going to be gouged out just by the other party's gaze.

"Owner."

Quirrell cautiously reminded that he can still control his body now, but the emergence of another face seems to make him very uncomfortable.

The Philosopher's Stone was lifted up little by little, and Harry was horrified to hear Voldemort order Quirrell: "Before creating a new body, I need some special materials to kill Harry Potter and collect his blood."

"The blood of my old enemy will make me stronger."

"Kill Harry Potter."

Harry saw the expression on Quirrell's face froze for a second, but soon, Quirrell walked towards Harry with a firm heart.

"Don't" Harry tried to meet Quirrell's eyes, not Voldemort's eyes.

"Don't do that, Professor, don't."

But at the moment when Quirrell was about to attack, Harry suddenly jumped up from the chair—he didn’t know when he got rid of the influence of the petrification curse, and also broke free from the shackles of the rope—

"Ahhhh-!"

Harry snarled and charged Quirrell, using his wand as a dagger—in desperation, he couldn't think of any spells, and wished he had an autocasting wand.

But a dagger is enough, even if it is a fake dagger.

Harry couldn't let Voldemort's plan succeed anyway, he just wanted to avenge his parents!
Quirrell was taken aback by Harry's actions. He was at best a half-baked dark wizard and didn't have much experience in duels—the distance between the two was too close, and Harry almost grasped the last The best time to resist, but in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Quirrell, trying to insert the tip of the wand into Quirrell's eye socket——

However, Quirrell easily flicked Harry's palm away—as a freshman, Harry's physical strength was far inferior to that of an adult wizard.

But at the next moment, Quirrell watched as his arm was kicked away by Harry, and the Philosopher's Stone he held tightly in his hand flew into the air.

Harry jumped up, even without a broomstick underneath him, but still with the Seeker's skills - he leaped into the air and grabbed the slowly falling Philosopher's Stone -

"Stop him!" roared Voldemort.

Harry fell heavily to the ground, Quirrell hurried over and turned Harry with his back turned over - he saw that Harry's mouth became swollen, and with the forceful drumming of his throat, the Philosopher's Stone It was so swallowed by Harry abruptly.

He met Quirrell's gaze triumphantly, and said palely: "Dumbledore will help me avenge you. You will never escape Hogwarts."

Amid Quirrell's roar, Harry's breath became weaker and weaker, and finally his head tilted, and all his consciousness fell into darkness and silence.

Harry felt his body keep falling, falling, as if it would never reach the end
Is this what death feels like?
Harry thought to himself, so were his parents—

"Oh, Harry!"

Harry felt as if he had been knocked over by an orange cat, except that the orange cat was much bigger than he had imagined, about his size.

And the tone sounded all too familiar.

He quietly opened his eyes, and saw the tearful Hermione hugging him tightly, which made him unable to breathe.

"Where am I? Why are you here?" Harry asked with difficulty: "Are you also—?"

"I'm fine." Hermione finally released Harry, her eyes were swollen from crying, and it seemed that she had been crying for a long time.

And Harry finally found Professor Highmore standing beside him—it was only then that he was sure that Hermione was not dead, and he was not dead either, otherwise Professor Highmore would at least look like a devil, impossible Continue to maintain a human form like now
Harry turned his head again, he finally saw Quirrell on the other side of the mirror, and judging from the signs, Harry's plan undoubtedly failed - Quirrell still got the Philosopher's Stone, and escaped Hogwarts smoothly, A large pot of potion is being brewed in a dark room.

Professor Highmore standing in front of the mirror had no intention of explaining to Harry, he was staring at Quirrell intently.

Harry was also sneaked aside by Hermione and explained what had happened before, including the strangeness of the Mirror of Erised and the mysterious seven-pointed star magic circle.

"I guess Professor Highmore wants to take this opportunity to solve the mysterious man once and for all." Hermione whispered: "He is observing the follow-up plan of the mysterious man."

Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak—it turned out that everything that happened before was fake? !

Then came the unspeakable embarrassment—Professor Highmore and Hermione saw what he just did?
In the end, Harry felt that Professor Highmore looked a little scary, even more terrifying than Voldemort. Otherwise, how could he come up with such a strange plan?

Harry tried his best to calm himself down, and he silently comforted Hermione—Hermione felt excited and sad because of Harry's heroic death in the mirror. Although she knew Harry would be fine, she still felt a little worried.

Against the backdrop of the two, Toby's calm face suddenly appeared impersonal, and he looked even more indifferent and ruthless.

And as time slowly passed, both of them found that the expression on Professor Haimer's face became more and more gloomy and terrifying, exuding the aura of "no one should enter".

This could only have something to do with the image in the Mirror of Erised.

On the other side of the mirror, Quirrell was rewarded for helping Voldemort reshape his body. They quickly reassembled a group of Death Eaters with hoods, and Quirrell became the new leader of the Death Eaters. , surpassing the status of all old members.

When the scene changed to Quirrell again punishing the wizards who bullied him in school, Toby could no longer watch quietly.

"Close your eyes."

Toby reminded coldly, and Harry and Hermione quickly followed suit.

In the next moment, whether it was the entire room or the Mirror of Erised, all the magic circles flickered again, and the complex patterns gathered together and merged into the floating magic ball little by little, making it complete again .

Harry and Hermione didn't dare to open their eyes again until they heard the sound of something heavy falling.

They saw Professor Highmore tightly grabbing Quirrell's collar, but Quirrell was still in the high and beautiful state, and hadn't recovered from the sudden change.

In Quirrell's eyes, almost in the blink of an eye, all the glory disappeared, and his eyes turned into a pair of eyes bursting with anger, like the eyes of a fire dragon, and like a devil returning from hell.

"tell me"

Toby's anger was about to burst into a hot flame. He pressed his wand against Quirrell's neck and roared loudly:

"Where is the mysterious man!?"

(End of this chapter)