Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Harry was going crazy.

After being forcibly fixed his gaze, he saw himself in the mirror smiling at himself. The other person reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone into his pocket again -

-At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. It was incredible - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone like this.

However, this had no effect on delaying Quirrell. He kept his eyes on Harry and soon noticed the partially bulging pocket.

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 spell had not been lifted yet - and very quickly, Harry's thoughts changed from stopping to wanting to scream in fear -

The moment Quirrell succeeded, another face appeared on his increasingly crazy face - Harry had never seen such a ferocious and terrifying face. The face was as white as chalk,

The red eyes were shining, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

It's Voldemort.

"Harry Potter..." he whispered.

Voldemort stared at him with hateful eyes. Just by being glanced at, Harry felt as if a piece of flesh was about to be cut out.

"Owner......"

Quirrell carefully reminded that he could still control his body now, but another face that emerged seemed to make him feel very uncomfortable.

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

, collect his blood..."

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

"Kill Harry Potter..."

Harry saw the expression on Quirrell's face stiffened for a second, but soon Quirrell made up his mind and walked towards Harry.

"Don't..." Harry tried hard to meet Quirrell's eyes and not look into Voldemort's eyes.

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

But just when Quirrell was about to strike, Harry suddenly jumped up from his chair - he didn't know when he got rid of the influence of the Petrification Curse and broke free from the restraints of the rope -

“Ahhhhh——!”

Harry roared and rushed towards Quirrell, using his wand as a dagger - in desperation, he couldn't think of any spells and wished he could have an automatic casting wand.

But a dagger is enough, even a fake one.

Harry could not let Voldemort's plan succeed no matter what, he only wanted to avenge his parents!

Quirrell was startled by Harry's actions. He was at best a half-baked dark wizard and didn't have much dueling experience - the distance between the two was really too close, and Harry almost grasped the most important thing.

He had no time to resist, but in the blink of an eye he rushed in front of Quirrell and wanted to insert the tip of the wand into Quirrell's eye socket——

However, Quirrell easily pushed Harry's palm away - as a new student, Harry's physical strength was far inferior to that of an adult wizard.

But in the next moment, Quirrell watched his arm being kicked away by Harry, and the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand flew into the air.

Harry jumped up suddenly, even though there was no broomstick under him, his skills as a seeker were still there - he jumped into the air and grabbed the slowly falling Sorcerer's Stone -

"Stop him quickly!" Voldemort roared.

Harry fell heavily to the ground. Quirrell hurried over and turned Harry over with his back facing him - he saw that Harry's mouth became bulging, and as his throat vibrated hard, the Philosopher's Stone fell out.

It was forcefully swallowed into Harry's stomach.

He met Quirrell's gaze like a victor, and said with a pale face: "Dumbledore will help me get revenge... You will never escape from Hogwarts..."

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

Harry felt that his body was falling and falling, as if it would never reach the end...

Is this what death feels like?

Harry thought silently, so did his parents -

"Oh, Harry!"

Harry felt as if he had been knocked down by an orange cat, except that the orange cat was much larger than he expected, almost the same size as him.

And this tone sounded too familiar.

He quietly opened his eyes and saw a tearful Hermione hugging him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

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

"I'm fine..." Hermione finally let go of Harry. Her eyes were swollen from crying, as if she had been crying for a long time.

And Harry finally found Professor Heimo standing aside - until this moment he was sure that Hermione was not dead, and he was not dead either. Otherwise, Professor Heimo would have to look like a devil at the very least. It was impossible.

Continuing to maintain the human form as it is now...

Harry turned his head again, and 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 Sorcerer's Stone and successfully escaped from Hogwarts.

A large pot of potion is being brewed in a dark room.

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

Harry was also secretly pulled 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 mystery man once and for all." Hermione whispered: "He is observing the follow-up plan of the mystery man."

Harry was shocked speechless - so everything that happened before was fake?!

Then what came over him was unspeakable embarrassment - what he had just done was seen by Professor Hemmer and Hermione?

In the end, Harry felt that Professor Highmore even seemed a little scary, even scarier 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 precisely because Harry died heroically in the mirror. Although she knew that Harry would be fine, she was still a little worried.

Against the backdrop of the two of them, Toby, who had a calm face, suddenly seemed inhumane at all, and looked even more cold and heartless.

And as time slowly passed, both of them found that the expression on Professor Heimo's face became more and more gloomy and terrifying, and his whole body exuded the aura of being forbidden to strangers.

This could only be related to the image in the Mirror of Erised.

On the other side of the mirror, Quirrell was rewarded for helping Voldemort shape his body again. They soon reassembled a group of hooded Death Eaters, and Quirrell actually became the new leader of the Death Eaters.

, surpassing the status of all old members.

When the scene once again showed Quirrell punishing the wizards who had bullied him during school, Toby could no longer watch calmly.

"Close your eyes."

Toby reminded him 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 arrays flashed together again, and the complex patterns gathered together and merged into the floating magic ball little by little, making it complete again.

.

It wasn't until they heard the sound of something heavy falling that Harry and Hermione dared to open their eyes again.

They saw Professor Heimer tightly holding Quirrell's collar, while Quirrell was still in a high and beautiful state, and had not yet 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 angry eyes, like the eyes of a fire dragon, and like a devil returning from hell.

"tell me......"

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

"Where is the mysterious man!?"