Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The screen unfolds slowly.

Harry turned his back to the screen, and in their field of vision, he could just see Quirrell's smile.

Now, his face doesn't twitch at all.

"It's me," Quirrell's quiet voice came from the mirror: "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I I thought—Snape—"

Even if he could only see the back of Harry’s head, Jon could feel his surprise. When he raised his hand, he touched his beard, and then he remembered , And now his appearance is Dumbledore.

I haven't found Dumbledore so high before, but now I found out that it didn't seem to be of any use.

"Snape?"

Quirrell’s laughter came from the mirror. This laughter was not his usual shrill tremor, but a chilling sound. sneer.

"Yeah, Snape does not look like a good person, does he? He is flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful for us. He is there, who I still suspect that the--but--the poor, the knot--the knot--stuttering Quirrell teacher-professor?"

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

Harry said in shock, she really couldn't accept the answer.

"No, no, no, it was me who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She It broke my gaze on you. In fact, I just need to hold on for a few more seconds and I will throw you off the broomstick. If it weren’t for Snape who kept chanting an anti-curse next to you, I would have thrown you a long time ago. Dead."

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly, "You said why he gave you the second time Referee the game? It’s ridiculous that he wants to make sure that I don’t hurt you again—in fact, he can’t bother with it. I can’t do anything with Dumbledore on the scene.

The other teachers thought Snape wanted to stop. The Gryffindor team won. He did make himself unpopular. But all this is a waste of time. Anyway, I must kill you tonight."

Quirrell slapped Suddenly, in an instant, a few ropes rushed over out of thin air, tying Harry firmly.

Steven reflexively raised the wand in his hand, trying to help Harry, but Jon stopped him.

“Don’t move, look, Quirrell won’t do anything to him, so feel at ease to write down the sights here and the content of the conversation.”

He pushed in the air. , A parchment broke away from the hidden range of his defensive magic and appeared between the two people.

He didn't worry about Harry's safety at all. The feedback in the glasses showed that he saw Voldemort's unique chaos inside.

"You are too nosy to let you live in the world, Potter, on Halloween, you wandered around in school, I knew at the time, you saw me go and check the mechanism of Philosopher's Stone It’s."

"You put that Troll in?"

"Of course, I have a special way to deal with Troll-you must have seen it, how did I teach it? Is that guy in the room over there?

Unfortunately, when everyone was rushing to find Troll, Snape, who was already suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me— —Not only did my Troll not kill you, but even the three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off.

Okay, just wait quietly, Potter. I need to be careful. Look at this interesting mirror."

...

Outside, Jon explained.

"That mirror," Mirror of Erised, Jon said, "is what Dumbledore used to keep the Philosopher's Stone."

It was a very impressive mirror, reaching the ceiling. , Golden frame, underneath is 2 claw-shaped foot supports.

Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi is engraved on the top. The reverse is Itshowsnothingmoreorlessthanthedeepest, mostdesperatedesireofourhearts, it can make people see their most urgent and strong desire to deep in one's heart.

If there is a chance, Jon would also like to take a look.

……

"This mirror is the key to find Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured in the screen, and he tapped his hand along the all around the frame Again.

"Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing, but he is in London at the moment. When he comes back, I will be flying away."

Harry in the picture is nervous. Twisting, talking continuously.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—"

"Yes,"

Quirrell drowsily said, turning behind the magic mirror Check out, "He was eyeing me at that time and wanted to know how far I was. He was always suspicious of me, he wanted to scare me-in fact, where did he scare me? I have the Dark Lord as my backer. "

Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into the mirror.

"I saw Philosopher's Stone. I am giving it to my master, but where is it hiding?"

Harry desperately tried to break free of the ropes that bound him, but Tangled tighter and tighter, he kept talking, trying to prevent Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the mirror.

"But Snape always seems to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you,"

Quirrell said casually, "Back then, he and Your father is studying at Hogwarts together, don’t you know? They hate each other, absolutely irreconcilable, but he never wants you to die."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago— —I thought Snape was threatening you."

For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's instructions-he is a great wizard, and my strength is so weak -"

"Are you saying that it was him who was in the classroom with you at the time?"

Harry asked in surprise.

"He is with me no matter where I go," Quirrell said quietly, "I met him while traveling around the world. I was a silly young man at the time, right. There is a set of absurd ideas about right and wrong. Lord Voldemort pointed out my mistake. There is no right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power. Since then, I have been loyal and faithful. He works, but I have disappointed him many times.

——He has been very strict with me."

Quirrell cursed in a low voice.

"I really don't understand. Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

He obviously couldn't find the way to open it, but someone knew .

In the picture created by the mirror, Voldemort's hoarse voice suddenly came out.

"Use that boy, use that boy."