Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Use these two children."

A hoarse voice echoed in the room, and Professor Quirrell suddenly turned around to look at the two of them, and shouted sharply, "You two, come here."

Aaron and Harry looked at each other and walked forward slowly.

"Look in this mirror and tell me what you see?"

The two looked at the mirror, but they were not very nervous. After all, it was not the first time for them to look at the Mirror of Erised, and they had some experience.

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared in the ordinary mirror.

Holding a blood-red stone in his hand, he glanced back and forth between Aaron and Harry in the mirror, and finally stopped on Aaron.

Aaron in the mirror looked ugly and waved his hands again and again, signaling him to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Harry.

But in the end, he couldn't hold back the elderly man, and he put the things in his pocket.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Aaron's pocket, and found that it had bulged a lot, and immediately understood where the Philosopher's Stone was.

"How?" Professor Quirrell asked, "What did you see? Tell me."

Harry was taken aback, and after realizing it, he knew that he must not show his flaws, and immediately said: "I saw that I was shaking Dumbledore's hand, and I also won the Academy Cup."

Quirrell rolled his eyes, pushed him away, and stared at Aaron with piercing eyes, "What about you? What did you see?"

"How is this possible?

I saw me dedicating the Sorcerer's Stone to the Dark Lord, and then carrying on his legacy decades later as the third Dark Lord. "Aaron was talking nonsense in a serious manner, matching the astonished expression on his face, his acting skills were online, but he scolded Dumbledore in his heart.

Gan!Old cunt!

Intentionally, that old bastard definitely did it on purpose.

In order to protect Harry, he actually pushed out his Slytherin as a shield.

But it's not that easy to pull me into the pit.

"Master, this..." Professor Quirrell asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"

"Some of them must be lying, or both of them." A sharp voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, "Let me talk to them."

"But master, your physical strength is not enough."

"enough."

Quirrell untied the purple turban wrapped around his head, and then turned himself to face the two.

Where the back of the head should have been, there was an extra human face.

Through the Mirror of Erised, Harry could see very clearly, he had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face in the restricted area, it was like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"I thought you could still look a little bit human, but now it seems that I think too much." Aaron said with some emotion.

"Long time no see, Aaron Gaius." Voldemort said meaningfully, "This is our first real meeting, although it may not be very good."

"It's not very good."

"I need the Philosopher's Stone to reshape my body, and you can help me with this." Voldemort said meaningfully.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, Voldemort wouldn't know where the Philosopher's Stone was?

He shook his head complicatedly at Aaron, praying in his heart that he would not take a detour.

Aaron smiled indifferently, and took out a red stone from his pocket under the astonished eyes of the other party, "Do you want this thing?"

Chapter 87 I don't want this hot potato

"Of course." Voldemort looked at the red gem in Aaron's hand through the mirror, his voice was full of temptation, "give it to me, and I can give you everything you want."

"Hehe!" Aaron smiled disdainfully, "I'm very sorry, I don't seem to want anything.

In other words, you can't give me what I want. "

"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed loudly, "As expected of a Slytherin, he is as ambitious as I used to be."

"Don't tell me what you have. Ambition is something that everyone has, and it's just a difference in size." Aaron played with the Philosopher's Stone, "To be honest, I don't want to give it to you."

"You will give it to me." The old god Voldemort said reassuringly, "Didn't you just say that? You will serve me and become the third Dark Lord.

While this may be an impromptu lie you've spun to deceive the world, it can turn out to be true.

You have the noblest and oldest blood in the magic world, and you are qualified to be my successor. I will do my best to train you. "

"I was a little shaken by what I heard." Aaron smiled embarrassedly, and didn't care about the anxiety on Harry's face. "But it seems that it is not enough to use this condition in exchange for my allegiance!"

"I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil." Professor Quirrell said viciously, "It is your great honor that Lord Voldemort has taken a fancy to you."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, and Quirrell shut his mouth guilty, his face full of horror.

"Reject my solicitation, do you know the consequences of doing so?"

"I know very well."

After a few seconds of silence, Voldemort smiled again on his hideous face, "Sure enough, you are very similar to me back then, and you do have the ability to refuse my solicitation.

I have studied the four hermit families, and the results are shocking and unimaginable.

Your family has existed since the beginning of the magical age, no, perhaps longer.

Even a pure-blood family has its glory and decline, but your family seems to have been developing steadily, and even the several grand wars that have swept across the entire magic world for thousands of years have not been able to affect you.

But these few families who hardly care about the big and small affairs of the magic world have huge privileges, but no one questioned it. It seems that you should enjoy these powers for granted. "

"That's because we never abuse those privileges," Aaron said primly. "Never."

"Hmph! Let's save this kind of nonsense to deceive others." Voldemort sneered, "I will figure it out sooner or later, but now, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Didn't I say that? I don't want to give you something." Aaron said meaningfully, then turned to look at Harry, and put the Philosopher's Stone in Harry Potter's hand in front of Voldemort .

"Why...why?" Harry held the Philosopher's Stone, but was extremely at a loss, "Dumbledore chose you, and he hoped that you could protect the Philosopher's Stone."

"But I choose you.

Harry Potter, you are more courageous than me, and you are also the last person who wants Voldemort to get the Philosopher's Stone.

And I am good at protecting my life wisely. Between life and the Sorcerer's Stone, I will choose the former without hesitation. Aaron said seriously, not giving Harry a chance to refuse at all.

Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone on him, just to give Harry Potter an extra layer of insurance.

As the heir of a hidden family, how could he not have some means to save his life?

And once Voldemort hurts Aaron, he will inevitably face a powerful wizard family, which is beneficial to Dumbledore and harmless.

However, he would never have thought that Aaron would put the most fire-attracting Philosopher's Stone in Harry Potter's hand with a backhand.

He doesn't want this hot potato, if he doesn't throw it out earlier, why not keep it for the winter?

"Aaron, you have lost a shortcut to reach the sky in one step." Voldemort said regretfully, and then looked at Harry Potter in the mirror, "If you don't want to end up like your parents, give me the Philosopher's Stone .”

"Don't even think about it." Harry staggered back a few steps, and only when Voldemort's gaze focused on him did he realize how difficult it was to talk to Voldemort on an equal footing like Aaron.

"Like your parents, they were as brave as you.

He would rather die than submit, but he died anyway.

Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I promise not to kill you, and I can even bring your parents back from the dead.

Harry, don't let your mother die for you. "

Harry hesitated for a moment, then sprinted for the stairs.

"Catch him!" cried Voldemort.

Professor Quirrell immediately stretched out his right hand, but when he was about to cast a spell, a spell hit his arm, terminating his spell.

"Run! You must run as hard as you can." Aaron shouted, "I will buy you a little time, but it will not exceed ten seconds."

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, he looked back and rushed out of the room without hesitation.

"Do you think he can run?" Voldemort asked coldly, "You should know how long these checkpoints are."

"Who knows?" Aaron spread his hands, and when he saw Quirrell took out his wand, he immediately became vigilant, "I don't think you should waste time on me at this time."

"He can't run.

After cleaning you up, I will kill Harry Potter, and then give the Sorcerer's Stone to my master.

There is more than enough time. "

"Leave him alive, just teach him a little lesson." Voldemort reminded, "If he dies, we'll be in a lot of trouble. It's not good for us to deal with that family for the time being."

"Yes, Master."

"Wait, wait!" Aaron said hastily, "I never fight a battle that I'm not sure of. You should have time to go after Harry now."

"What do you mean?" Voldemort leaned forward and switched his face to Quirrell's. "You'd better explain it clearly, otherwise you won't be teaching yourself a lesson."

"Actually, I asked Abe to notify Hagrid before I came, and he should be here by the time."

"The giant?" Voldemort sneered dismissively. "Unless Dumbledore comes back from London, I'm not afraid of anyone at Hogwarts."

"Of course, with your ability, even if you meet the professor of the academy, you can escape unscathed.

But that's a normal situation, your current state is not much better!

Completely controlling Quirrell's body consumes your almost exhausted vitality, how long can it last? "

"It's enough to take down a giant."

"That's true, but Hagrid is smarter than anyone else when he should be smarter, and he wouldn't just stay where he is and wait for the Dark Lord to go out and kill him.

With his help, it doesn't seem too difficult to take Harry Potter on the run! "

Voldemort froze for a moment, and quickly cast a curse on Aaron's forehead.

Emerald green light flashed, Aaron rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground very cooperatively.

Voldemort quickly switched his face to the back of Quirrell's head, "Hurry up, Harry Potter must not escape."

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell immediately rushed towards the stairs.

After he left, Aaron, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes quickly, with a vague smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

It can be regarded as fooling away, but the next good show has just begun.

He rubbed his forehead, and took out a brooch from his clothes, which was covered with dense cracks.

This one-time magic armor is obviously unusable.

"Dark Lord, he has a big name, but his heart is a little too small." Aaron looked at the brooch with some distress. He was really reluctant to use the props that could resist the Killing Curse just like that.

Voldemort hadn't used the Killing Curse just now, and it wouldn't even have caused any damage.

But that magic will make him have continuous nightmares for the next month, and Voldemort's terrifying and hideous face will be the protagonist of the nightmares.

It is conceivable that after the effect of this curse, Voldemort will more or less become his psychological shadow.

The next time you meet, you will subconsciously feel fear, and it will be much easier to conquer a person with fear.

After putting away the brooch, Aaron walked out of the room unhurriedly.

At the same time, Hermione also returned to the wizard board and briefly explained the situation to Ron.

Just as the two were hesitating whether to wait here for Aaron and Harry to return, or to return the same way, a white figure suddenly jumped in from the entrance.

"Abe." Hermione said in surprise.

"Not just it, but the two of us."

Professor McGonagall walked in and said, and behind her was Professor Snape, whose face was like water.

The two professors looked more sloppy than usual, probably because they were forcibly woken up from their sleep.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, why are you here?" Hermione was a little guilty at the same time as she was excited. After all, they had been caught once for staying out at night, but this time it seemed to be more serious, and they should be able to get it. On the threshold of expulsion.

"It was Mr. Gaius who asked Abe to send us a letter saying that Professor Quirrell was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and let us come to the trapdoor anyway." Professor McGonagall explained angrily, "But I really I didn't expect that you guys are so courageous, you can just break through the trap door, but you have come to this step."

"It's not that you don't believe us." Ron said unconvinced.

In his opinion, if Professor McGonagall believed them, they would never take such a big risk to do such a thing.

"How can I trust you?

You said that Professor Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he's standing here right now! "