Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 35 face to face

"Where is it... where is it..." Quirrell seemed to be a little crazy, and kept murmuring, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone gradually weakened.

Ike looked at the purple marks slowly crawling out from the back of Quirrell's neck, and knew that it was the curse of unicorn blood.

For the first time, Quirrell persisted for about ten days, and for the second time it was only seven or eight days, and the backlash came even more violently.

"No wonder you came to find the Philosopher's Stone today, can't you hold on anymore?" Ike secretly thought.

The death of two unicorns was a big deal, Hagrid and the centaurs stepped up their patrols, and it was difficult to steal the power of unicorn blood.

Quirrell's plan is very good, but Dumbledore used magic to hide the Sorcerer's Stone in the Mirror of Erised. People like Quirrell, Voldemort and Ike who want to have the Sorcerer's Stone are impossible to get it.

Yes, Ike also wanted the Sorcerer's Stone.

Regardless of whether the piece hidden in the Mirror of Erised is true or not, according to Schrödinger's theory, when the Philosopher's Stone is not taken out, it is in a wonderful state of half-truth and half-false, that is to say, there are at least Half the time, it's true.

Assuming that the Sorcerer's Stone is real, as the most amazing alchemical creation in centuries, its research value is inestimable.

Among other things, turning a stone into gold is very tempting, enough to drive countless people crazy.

"I can't get it, master... I can't get it..." After several hours of searching, Quirrell fell into despair, and his voice was a little crying, which woke up Voldemort who fell into a deep sleep because of his weakness.

Comrade Lao Fu was angry, but it was incompetent rage, and he had nothing to do with Quirrell, especially in this state now.Even when he drank unicorn blood just seven or eight days ago, Voldemort could forcefully break Dumbledore's magic.

Fortunately, there is still hope.

After teaching at Hogwarts for a whole semester, Quirrell not only made a lot of preliminary preparations for stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, but also made a lot of investigations into Harry, the boy who survived the catastrophe, and knew Harry's nature very well.

That was a little wizard who looked like a Gryffindor...

Commonly known as a reckless man.

Now, Quirrell is waiting for Harry!
He is no fool, he knows who these so-called checkpoints are waiting for. It can be said that this is the stage set up for Harry.

Otherwise, who can stop a mere devil's net, mere wizard chess?It's just that the three-headed dog at the beginning was tricky, and it stopped him for almost a semester.

It's just that there are many things that you know you can't do and you have to do.Voldemort needs the Sorcerer's Stone, and so does Quirrell, knowing that there is a pit in front of him, but he has to jump.

He has no choice!

Quirrell was still standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. The curse of unicorn blood made him have to save every bit of energy and adjust his state.Ike was much freer, but he was also sitting on the stone steps beside him, his wand beating his thighs rhythmically, but his mind was on the upcoming "battle".

After waiting for a few more hours, the Lord finally arrived.

Harry jumped in as expected, and the first thing he saw was Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, and he couldn't help being taken aback.Even just a moment ago, what he had guessed was the vicious Snape.

"It's here, I can feel it." Quirrell's voice was low and speaking slowly, "But why can't I get it? Why do you say, Mr. Potter?"

"Professor Quirrell? Why is it you?" Ike, who was watching, couldn't help but feel helpless for Harry's reflex arc, but Harry didn't realize it, and still asked himself, "Why not Snape?"

"Yeah, why not Snape..." Quirrell's words were three-point angry, three-point emotion and four-point helpless, "With Professor Snape flying around like a bat, who would pay attention to poor, Stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"But he wants to kill me!" Harry shouted loudly, he felt that his three views were shattered, and Quirrell in front of him shattered his cognition.

"No, no, Potter, I was the one who wanted to kill you..." Quirrell completely followed the law that the villain must reveal his own plan, and he said almost the whole semester, "...someone To some extent, he is indeed my accomplice."

"Snape used to be a Death Eater, you know..." In the last sentence, Quirrell's voice became low, and then he said to Ike who had been watching the scene for a long time, "Mr. Our savior is tied up, we need him next."

Harry was taken aback by noticing the other person in the room at this moment, and hadn't taken it to heart even after Hermione had reminded him that Ike might be in there a few minutes earlier.

Ike didn't talk nonsense with Harry, he is now in the villain camp!With a wave of his hand, a few ropes appeared out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly, like a mummy, with only a pair of eyes and mouth exposed.

"Why are you here! Hermione believes in you so much!" Harry yelled, still, "Are you worthy of her! Ike!"

Raising his hand and sending Harry to Quirrell, Ike still didn't speak.Quirrell reached out and pinched Harry's face, as if he was looking at something wonderful and rare: "Is this the savior? It doesn't look very good, stupid, reckless, I don't know what you are..."

"Quirrell...don't waste time...let him get the Philosopher's Stone..." A voice sounded, speaking very slowly, weakly, out of breath.

"Master..." Quirrell replied respectfully, untied the rope on Harry with a questioning expression on his face, and then pushed him in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Tell me, what did you see in the mirror?" Quirrell was impatient.

Harry had long recognized that it was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen in the abandoned classroom. He looked over curiously, but saw himself in the mirror blinking at himself, and then put a piece of red hand into his trousers. pocket.

The moment the stone in the mirror was put into his pocket, Harry felt something round and angular sticking against his thigh abruptly, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Facing Quirrell's urging, Harry decided to lie: "I... I saw Dumbledore shake my hand again, and I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

"Lies! He's lying!" said the voice again. "Let me tell him, Quirrell, let me tell him!"

"But the master..."

"Let me tell him!" Old Comrade V's attitude was firm, so Quirrell had no choice but to take off the turban on his head, and turned around. Harry suddenly saw an ugly face.

"Meet you again, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived..." The way Voldemort looked now startled Harry and Ike.When we met a week ago, Comrade Lao Fu could still see a human face, but now it has completely changed.

Without a trace of blood, the originally light green eyes turned red, and the nostrils changed from round to slender, like a two-way socket.

"Look at my appearance, Harry Potter, you have turned me into this ghostly appearance. I can only have a useful form by being attached to the body of a servant..."

"Unicorn blood has restored me a little over the past two weeks, but I still have to endure that damn curse..."

"However, once I get the Philosopher's Stone and the elixir of life, I can remake myself a body..."

"So, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Suddenly feeling felt in Harry's legs, he stepped back a few steps to avoid Voldemort's eyes, shouted "Don't think about it! Don't think about it!", turned and ran towards the black flame.

"Stop him!" Voldemort yelled, and Quirrell and Ike Qiqi rushed towards Harry.Ike was a little far away, two steps behind, watching Quirrell grabbed Harry's arm, but let out a scream like a pig.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! You... what are you!" Quirrell's right hand was red, as if it had been burned by flames, and his fingertips slowly began to turn black.

"Grab him!" Voldemort yelled again, and as soon as the words fell, Ike grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him staggeringly, his body turned around involuntarily, and fell to the ground.

Quirrell also ignored the pain in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to Harry again.Harry's footsteps were already unsteady, and he kept waving his hands, trying to grab something to stabilize his body.He was pulled before, and in a panic, he grabbed Ike's hand with his left hand. Before his right hand fell, Quirrell sent him to the door again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" There was another scream, and Quirrell watched his hands turn from red to black, backing away from Harry.

At this time, Harry also came to his senses, and Quirrell could not touch his body!

The awakened Harry felt that he was full of courage. He swooped and hung on Quirrell's body. He pressed Quirrell's face with both hands and pressed his fingers hard, as if he was about to grab something.

He did grab it, a large piece of red, scorching flesh that kept turning into black ashes!
Looking again, Quirrell had collapsed on the ground powerlessly, covering his ashesed face with his hands that were constantly turning into black ashes.He couldn't cry anymore, but through those eyes, he could clearly see that he was experiencing unimaginable pain, and after a while, he was reduced to ashes.

"Harry Potter..." A black figure rose from the ashes, looked at Harry angrily, and cursed, "It's you again! It's you again! I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Ike! Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Comrade Old V's words woke Harry up, looked at Ike who seemed to be okay, and hid back with his hands in his pockets.

Ike sighed, glanced at the unchanged black flames from the corner of his eye, raised his hand, and Harry flew to his feet.As soon as the right wand hit Harry's hand, Harry felt an unbearable tingling in his hand, and couldn't help but let go.

Taking out the Philosopher's Stone easily, Harry still shouted: "Ike! Ike! Don't give him the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ike glanced at Harry and shut him up in fright.Those eyes were cold, and Harry couldn't help but think of Snape.

"It's so noisy..." Ike muttered, holding the Philosopher's Stone and looking at Comrade Fu who had turned into a black shadow.

The curse of unicorn blood, Quirrell's death, and the strange power in Harry made Voldemort extremely weak, even weaker than when Quirrell first met him last year.

"Give it to me...give it to me..." Comrade Voldemort repeated in a low voice, and Ike also walked slowly towards Voldemort.Harry endured the pain in his hands and wanted to grab Ike's feet, but he just missed. He could only watch Ike come to Voldemort's side and handed the Philosopher's Stone up.

"No!"

"No!"

Two voices sounded one after the other, the former full of disappointment, pain and regret, the latter pure anger.

"It turned out to be fake! Fake! Dumbledore!" Comrade Lao Fu just came into contact with the Sorcerer's Stone, and found that apart from the strange magic fluctuations on the surface, there was an ordinary red stone inside. beyond his perception.

The angry Comrade Volt threw himself at Harry fiercely, wanting to kill him, but suddenly remembered Quirrell's tragedy in his mind, stopped halfway, and turned to pass through the black flames, leaving only a unwilling cry:

"I'll be back! Wait for me!"

Ike stared at the black flame, and after a while he was sure that Voldemort had escaped, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.After a few steps, he came to Harry's side and squatted down, ignoring Harry's fierce eyes, and stretched out his wand to point at Harry.

"Heal as before!"

Harry was stunned. He felt his body gaining strength gradually. He struggled to get up, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Ike with one finger.

"It's better for you to lie down for a while. The healing spell is not a panacea, and it can't alleviate the loss of your magic power and spirit." Ike said, turning his wrist, a red stone appeared in his hand, feeling it slightly, Can't help sighing, "This is the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Who would have thought that such a powerful wave of magic power would be firmly trapped by the shell, only revealing this little..."

Harry was dazed, as if his mind had been kicked repeatedly by ten thousand horses, ten thousand mules, and ten thousand donkeys: "This...this...what's going on here?"

He couldn't understand why there were two Philosopher's Stones?

"Replication Curse, a very practical spell." Ike played with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and said casually, "If it weren't for the weak fluctuation of the magic power outside the Philosopher's Stone, I might not have fooled him..."

"But, how did you do it? I saw you take out the Philosopher's Stone from my pocket, how..."

"Haven't you seen magic? Harry." Ike turned his wrist, and the Philosopher's Stone disappeared, and turned it again, and it appeared in his hand again, "Simple blindfold."

Putting the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket casually, Ike waved Harry and flew into the air.

"Well, it's time for us to leave, you need to go to the hospital hospital for a few days, Harry."

As soon as he walked to the black flame, Ike was about to cast the fire control spell to separate the flame, when he saw the flame in front of him suddenly go out, and a group of people appeared in front of him.

An old man with white hair and a white beard, a man with greasy hair and a little witch with shaggy brown hair.

"Mr. Strider, I think you have something to give me before sending Harry to the school hospital." The old man with the white beard said with a smile, looking very kind.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Ike also showed a smiling face, nodded slightly as a salute, and greeted the anxious little witch beside him.

"Hermione, long time no see, it's been two or three days..."

Hermione nodded, with a complicated look on her face.

"Ike, long time no see..."

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