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"Why would Dumbledore have high hopes for a magic thief instead of you, Potter?" Quirrell stirred up his wand and turned Harry to the side facing Lin Mo: "Shouldn't you be doing this?

Angry?"

Harry, who was firmly tied by the rope, saw Lin Mo appear at the door. He was so excited that he wanted to speak but could only make a whining sound. He seemed to be asking Dumbledore? Why did he come here alone? Why did he come here after such a long time?

How long have you been here?

Lin Mo couldn't answer, he avoided Harry's gaze.

In any case, Harry looked much better than he expected. At least there were no scars from torture on his body, and his mind was still clear. There didn't seem to be any major problems except being tied up and unable to speak.

Although I don't know what Richlo did to Harry in the past few hours, he at least survived.

This somewhat made Lin Mo feel gratified.

He turned his attention away from Harry.

This secret room has no other exits. The low ceiling is covered by a gray cloud, and the towering ancient Mirror of Erised stands quietly on a high platform in the center of the room. From this angle, it looks dark.

There is nothing unusual about the paint.

Quirrell stood in front of the tall mirror, like a king standing in front of the throne.

"You said...Dumbledore has high hopes for me?" Lin Mo asked, holding his injured left arm. There was still a faint smell of blood in his nose, probably because some part of his skin was scratched.

The only way he could think of now was to delay, as long as possible, until Dumbledore showed up.

"Yes, he gave you the key to the Philosopher's Stone, a stupid magic thief." Quirrell smiled contemptuously.

"But obviously you are mistaken, I don't have any key." Lin Mo said calmly.

"Stupid." Quirrell said: "If you don't have the key to the Sorcerer's Stone, why are you here? Are you here to save poor and arrogant Potter?" He seemed to be amused by his own joke and looked very happy.

"You are really stupid. This is obviously Dumbledore's trap. There is no Sorcerer's Stone here at all." Lin Mo said unceremoniously: "Even if there is such a thing as the Sorcerer's Stone, wouldn't Dumbledore

Will you take it with you and keep it?"

"Oh Dumbledore, I know him better than you do. He likes this kind of self-righteous cleverness, just like he likes the meaningless and disgusting things like Braised Beans," Quirrell's voice was full of

He was disdainful: "Those specious protection levels in front of me pretend that this is just a trap. Do you really think that I will be fooled by his trap? Of course, the ancient prophetic spell here has already told me the answer to the magic stone."

"Yes, that's right, a magic thief like you from Muggles certainly can't imagine the power of magic," Quirrell said with a sneer:

"Magic is omnipotent, and my understanding of magic is far ahead of any wizard. No one knows better than me, no one! It was me who pulled you here with a spell, a simple spell to find the key."

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Lin Mo remained silent.

Quirrell tapped the mirror of the Mirror of Erised with his wand, and a colorful light shone out from the mirror, expanding like bubbles and spreading in all directions, "Do you recognize it? Dumbledore hid the key to the Sorcerer's Stone in you.

body, so you

You were brought to this room by these lights. You came faster than I expected. Of course, you must be waiting for Potter outside, right?" He looked down at the trapped Harry: "How touching.

Ah, what a pity you are as stupid as him."

By now, Lin Mo had basically believed that the other party was telling the truth.

Quirrell did determine that the Philosopher's Stone was here through some method. This is understandable. After all, Dumbledore probably also knew that false traps could not deceive the weak and cautious Dark Lord. The real Philosopher's Stone must be used to fool him.

The other party showed up, but what Lin Mo still didn't understand was why the key was on him?

If he was summoned by those lights, but the urge to see the Philosopher's Stone was felt from the first time he approached the corridor on the fourth floor, wouldn't it mean that the so-called key has been on him since then?

Already?

Why did he never know?

When did Dumbledore put the key on him and prepare to kill him?

I was summoned, why haven't you shown up yet...

Lin Mo tried his best to stay calm.

"What's that spell?" he asked.

"A simple request spell, including various travel signs, you may be able to learn it if you have the opportunity in the future, no, no" Quirrell shook his head, his expression gradually became cruel: "I'm afraid you have no chance, although I think the wizard's

Blood is precious, even if you are a lowly law thief, but I have no intention of letting you go

One life, but this is all due to Dumbledore. It was he who assigned a lowly spell-stealer like you to the great Slytherin. It was he who allowed you to insult the noble Salazar Slytherin's heritage! It was he who deprived him of it.

If you have no chance of survival, you can only use death to wash away the stain you left on Slytherin."

Is that so... Lin Mo raised his eyebrows, his shoulder didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

He really couldn't blame Dumbledore for being thrown into Slytherin. It was the Sorting Hat who insisted on it in the first place. The reason was that he was of noble blood. After all, in terms of seniority, Salazar would probably be called Slytherin even if he was still alive.

He said "ancestor".

And you bald guy, I have been unhappy with your bald head for a long time.

Thinking of his seniority, Lin Mo seemed to have some confidence, and his voice became louder.

"Then here comes the question," he stared at Quirrell and asked without fear: "Who are you?"

Quirrell was silent for a moment.

"Very well," he said, "it seems you are indeed smarter than Potter."

"So you are the Dark Lord?"

Quirrell finally showed a hint of surprise: "Oh, it seems that you still know how to be polite. Unfortunately, I remember that you also mastered the silent spell, which is rare at this age... Then I can let you die more easily. Now, tell me you

How did you guess it?"

"No one dares to go against Dumbledore except you." Lin Mo said, feeling that his aura had disappeared. Although he was senior, he was still a little scared when facing the Dark Lord, and he didn't mind using honorifics.

.

"This is indeed a reason." The Dark Lord said in an unpredictable tone.

"Then let me ask, where is the real Professor Quirrell?"

"Quirrell..." The Dark Lord sneered. He looked at his slender fingers. The wand turned between his fingers should be Quirrell's wand. His eyes were full of disgust, and he seemed to be very interested in this body and this wand.

Not satisfied: "He is my servant, so of course he has to dedicate everything to me."