Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 6:20, in the second to last room of the restricted area on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

"Albus Dumbledore! You are clearly here!" Snape pulled out his wand and pointed at Dumbledore, "Now, get out of the way!"

But Dumbledore turned a blind eye. He pulled out his wand and tapped the black flame in front of them. The image that Dumbledore could observe through the Mirror of Erised appeared on the flame gate.

It was like a projector in the Muggle world.

A clear voice came from the screen.

"Philosopher's Stone? Voldemort, you may be disappointed. I will not compromise for Quirrell's life."

"If you are resurrected, Hogwarts, my classmates, and my hated Muggle relatives will all be in danger."

"Quirrel is just an insignificant existence." Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort, constantly shifting his position and attacking.

"Harry Potter, you naive child... You think someone as great as me can't see your inner hesitation... Let me repeat the same thing - if you really don't care, why don't you just blow Quirrell's head off, just like that poor troll... In that case, I would have left long ago and waited for the opportunity to make a comeback." Voldemort stared at Harry's wand and pointed it at Quirrell's body.

"Kill him! Kill him! Don't believe it! Quirrell is a dark wizard, just kill him like this!" Snape in another room was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

But looking at his expression, he was obviously much more relaxed. With Dumbledore here and able to see everything inside, Voldemort was like this again - and he was threatening the first-year wizard.

"It seems that we need to train the little wizards on how to deal with dark wizards - that is, don't believe everything they say." Snape looked at Harry, who was a little hesitant in the picture, and the muscles on his mouth kept twitching.

"Why, you're not in a hurry to go in now." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The current Dark Lord can only try to obtain the Philosopher's Stone by threatening the lives of his servants. If it were Draco Malfoy from our school, the Dark Lord would have run away in disgrace." Snape looked at the picture in the flame with his peripheral vision and said easily.

"Harry Potter, aren't you a Ravenclaw? Where is your wisdom and rationality?" Snape murmured in a low voice.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood something."

"Tom has recovered some of his skills after absorbing the life of the poor unicorn through Quirrell - don't worry, listen to me first." Dumbledore looked unfathomable, with his fingers in front of his mouth to make a hushing sound.

"You are crazy, why let the child face such danger? This is Hogwarts, a school! A place for young wizards to grow up safely." Snape pointed his wand at Dumbledore with his claws and teeth, as if he was going to give him an Avada at any time, but even so, Snape's eyes were still fixed on the picture in the flame.

But seeing that Dumbledore still looked like he was going to shut up before he spoke, Snape snorted coldly and shut up.

"Severus, do you remember Harry's magical spell?"

"Red sparks?"

"Yes, not long ago, he used that spell to summon a phoenix, cleverly expelled Voldemort, and saved Quirrell's life, which I didn't think could be saved."

"Tom can only influence and threaten Harry through words now, after all, Quirrell still has the power of Harry's magical spell in his body." Dumbledore looked at Harry and said, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Oh, so you are merciful and want to save Quirrell's life? - A traitor?"

"What else - Grindelwald!" Snape had relaxed again, but when he heard Voldemort's words in the picture, he was shocked again.

In the last room, Harry and Voldemort were already "face to face" standing next to the Mirror of Erised, and Voldemort had healed Quirrell's wounds casually, as if to make Harry give in and show that he still had power and was not just a show.

"Harry, you did a great job."

"We still have plenty of time. If you are worried, we can make an unbreakable contract." At this time, Voldemort regained his composure. In his opinion, as long as he was resurrected, even if he died in violation of the contract, he could be resurrected again with the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry Potter was a Ravenclaw, and so powerful, he must know the reliability of the unbreakable contract, but this would fall into his trap.

"There is plenty of time? Aren't you worried about Dumbledore coming back? I have already written to Dumbledore." Harry was a little tempted, and he didn't say that it was Draco who arranged the letter.

After all, if he failed, Draco could still live because of his Death Eater father.

"You don't know Grindelwald?"

"He is a loser. Of course he is not as good as me, but in the eyes of some people and Dumbledore, he is more powerful and dangerous." For some reason, Voldemort's face, which he didn't know if it could be called a face, showed a jealous look.

"With Grindelwald here, Dumbledore won't come back so soon. If he is lucky, he may not come back at all." Voldemort laughed sharply and coldly.

"Grindelwald? Dumbledore, what's wrong with you?" Snape in another room looked surprised.

"He-he didn't come out. He may be a very trustworthy person." This time, Dumbledore's face no longer had a smile that deserved a beating, but a hesitant expression that had never appeared before.

"Severus, this is not something you should know. Let's continue to see how Tom uses his mouth to make Harry surrender." Dumbledore immediately regained his smiling expression, and the previous ones seemed to be illusions.

But Snape remembered Grindelwald's name deeply in his heart. It seems that the relationship between the two of them is not a simple enemy.

"Okay." Voldemort pointed his wand at himself, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"I saw your head was stepped on by me." Harry looked at the mirror with his peripheral vision and sneered.

At this time, he was surprised to find that the man in the mirror turned his head and smiled at himself. He had the Philosopher's Stone in his hand!

Then, Harry suddenly felt a weight in his trouser pocket. How could it be!

He was still preparing to delay the time, so he glanced and the Philosopher's Stone ran into his pocket.

Dumbledore misunderstood me!

"Oh, you want to irritate me?"

"So I will ignore the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

"Do you think you can deceive me? Can you trick the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard in human history, the most accomplished Legilimency master in the world?" Voldemort smiled.

Harry did not speak.

"Harry Potter, what I just said is still valid. You can sign an unbreakable contract with me... You are so outstanding... After I am resurrected, you can completely replace Dumbledore's role and supervise me... And, as far as I know, your childhood was not happy... Now Muggles are developing faster and faster. As wizards, we have the responsibility to change and guide them..." Voldemort said with a grin.