Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor

The four little ones came to the last level and only two people were left.

And Neville also helped Harry to remove the outer shell of the piston door, revealing the redstone circuit inside.

Harry pressed the small redstone block on the redstone circuit, and the piston door opened with a click.

"Okay, let's go in." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. This door was almost exactly the same as what Professor Kaysen said. If it wasn't impossible, he would have thought that this redstone theory was specially explained for him because he expected him to come here.

After the two walked into the door side by side, they looked at the shadow at the end and the mirror behind the shadow.

"Mr. Potter, and, Mr. Longbottom, hello?" Quirrell said without turning his head, or it could be said that this was not Quirrell's voice.

"Is there a speaker wrapped behind your turban?" Harry looked at Quirrell in front of him and seemed to have no intention of killing the two of them for the time being, but he still didn't have a good face for the dark wizard, so he started with trash talk.

"Quirrell, relax, let me out, let me see him..." The voice came from behind the turban again.

Quirrell nodded obediently and began to take off the turban on his head one circle after another.

Revealing the pale, evil, ugly face without a nose on the back of his head.

"Mr. Potter, when I saw you last time, I gave you two gifts."

"The death of your father and the death of your mother."

"Similarly, Mr. Longbottom, what about your parents? I got some news later. I can only say that your parents are very brave, but they are not smart enough. They don't know how to stand in line. They stand on the wrong side, so they usher in their fate."

"You fart!" Neville roared.

After listening to Voldemort's bad words, Harry still maintained the most basic bit of rationality, but Neville was different.

Harry only knew that his parents were killed by the man in front of him, and he became an orphan. From then on, he lived with his aunt. Only the Mirror of Erised could let him see the true face of his parents in the mirror.

But Neville was different. He really saw his parents being tortured into St. Mungo's. In St. Mungo's, two warriors who had been fighting the Death Eaters on the front line were tortured by some villains who took advantage of their numbers and were tortured to such a state...

"Oh... I understand you very well... um... your feelings of being injustice for your parents, but before that, you need to help me find the Philosopher's Stone hidden here by Dumbledore. When that time comes, I will give you the gift that you have been late for eleven years."

"A merciful death, and reunion with your parents."

"We won't let you get the Philosopher's Stone, faint!" Harry took the lead in pulling out his wand, and shot a spell as fast as a western gunslinger, but it was easily deflected by the magic power of Voldemort in front of Quirrell.

"You are very similar to your father... He wanted to attack me with his fists back then."

On the other side, Neville also took out his wand at some point, and an upward force was instantly applied to Voldemort.

Of course, he didn't learn only this spell in a semester, but subconsciously, he used the magic he was best at.

"Hmph, the magic power is like that of a Muggle, your parents are much stronger than you." Voldemort said with disdain.

"Then, should we kill the master?" Quirrell asked.

"Keep it, we still need our Mr. Potter to help us find the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror. If he doesn't want to, we need our Mr. Longbottom to help us make Mr. Potter willing."

"Praise your wisdom, master."

"Come on, dear little Harry, before that damned Kaysen picked a fight with me, I remember you liked me quite a lot, why are you looking at me like this now?" Quirrell looked at Harry and teased him viciously.

"You don't deserve to mention that name! On the duel stage that day, Professor Kaysen should have killed you directly!" Harry said word by word.

"You think he didn't do that? Do you think your Professor Kaysen is a good man?"

Quirrell's originally complacent expression collapsed instantly, as if Harry had committed a great sin by mentioning Kaysen in front of him. He pulled up his sleeves frantically.

"Look at this, evil black magic, this is what your Professor Kaysen gave me that day in the Forbidden Forest. Do you think he is a great and glorious good man? If I didn't have my great master, I would have died long ago. Similarly, Kaysenhis, who invented this black magic, is not a good bird!"

Quirrell roared a little crazy, and then kicked Harry with his thick cowhide boots. After kicking Harry down, he kicked him one after another as if to vent his anger.

It seemed that it was not kicking Harry at this time, but Kaysen. Every kick was accompanied by an excited sound, as if it was using the behavior of torturing Harry at this time to avenge Kaysen.

Neville in the corner had his hands behind his back. He was using the magic he was second least good at, Transfiguration, since any magic could be bounced off by that damn Quirrell.

Isn't that magic?

He decided to transform the memory ball bracelet he was wearing into a knife.

This should be possible, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't, as this was the only thing he could transform into.

"Mr. Longbottom... you don't look as honest as you appear." Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head noticed Neville's little move and reminded him.

Seeing this, Quirrell walked towards Neville again: "Don't you like the so-called Professor Kaysen? Where is that Professor Kaysen now? Can he come to save you?"

"Oh... the only thing he can do is cry like a weakling. If you want to know why... I remember that he likes you students very much. When he sees your bodies... he will cry very ugly, I promise!"

Quirrel roared and walked towards Neville. He took out his wand and swung it casually. A silver light was thrown out from it, leaving a blood line on Neville's face, and then blood gushed out in the blink of an eye...

"Humph, let alone the Forbidden Forest, even the medical wing that day, I can guess who that tasteless guy is with my toes. Isn't he very powerful? Let him suddenly appear here to save you?"

Quirrel kicked Neville's calf, causing him to suddenly lose balance and fall directly to the ground.

Then he stepped heavily on Neville's wrist with the memory bracelet with his boot, as if he wanted to crush the bracelet.

"You are not worthy of mentioning him." Neville raised his head with difficulty and looked at Quirrell with hateful eyes.

Quirrell was stimulated by this look and wanted to take out his wand immediately to let Neville taste the fate he had experienced before, while Voldemort behind his head made a dissatisfied sound.

"Do you remember what we are doing here? Don't waste time."

Quirrell was frightened and nodded humbly.

"Yes, Master." He walked towards Harry.

Harry covered his painful stomach, but he finally reacted to Quirrell's ridicule.

Professor Kaysen could really appear here suddenly.

He took out a dark green pearl from the interlayer pocket of his wizard robe with difficulty and smashed it to the ground with all his strength.

Crack!

Buzz...