Harry Potter's Dharma

Harry was stunned when he saw that it was Quirrell standing in the room.

From the beginning, under Ronald Weasley's influence, Harry thought that Quirrell was a victim, a pitiful wizard who was trying his best to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. He thought that Quirrell was trembling under Snape's tyranny. He never thought that Quirrell would be the one standing in the last room!

Why was that?

Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

"You!" Harry was so shocked that he couldn't breathe.

Quirrell smiled.

His face didn't twitch at all.

"It's me," he said calmly. "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought?

Snape??”

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed loudly.

It wasn't his usual sharp and piercing voice, but a chilling sneer. "Yes, Snape doesn't look like a good person, right?

He's like a giant bat flying around, and he's very helpful to us.

With him there, who would suspect that pitiful d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-of Professor Quirrell?

Harry couldn't believe it.

It couldn't be real, it couldn't be.

Zheng Fan watched Quirrell's acting with great interest. He had to admit that Quirrell was a very interesting person, but he was crazy. Although he looked normal, he was actually crazy. He had gone crazy under the torture of Voldemort, and now he was just venting his emotions on Harry. He didn't have to explain so much, and the only reason he kept talking was to stimulate Harry Potter and make him feel better.

"But Snape tried to kill me before!" Harry was still questioning him.

"No, no, no, I was the one who wanted to kill you.

During the Quidditch competition, if it wasn't for Zheng … Zheng Fan saving your life, I'm afraid … "He suddenly paused. Yes, what would have happened if Zheng Fan hadn't protected Harry?

The result was clear. Dumbledore was watching the competition, and if Zheng Fan didn't help, Harry would have been reduced to ashes.

At the thought of this, his expression turned a little dejected, and he avoided the topic. "So, if Snape hadn't been chanting a counterspell to save your life, I would have thrown you to your death a long time ago."

"Snape wanted to save me?"

"Of course," Quirrell said coldly. "Why do you think he refereed your second competition?

He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't harm you again.

That's ridiculous, he didn't have to do that.

I couldn't have done anything with Dumbledore there.

The other teachers thought that Snape wanted to stop Gryffindor's team from winning, and he made himself very unpopular. But it's all a waste of time. no matter what, I'm going to kill you tonight... "

Quirrell's fingers's fingers.

In the blink of an eye, a few ropes appeared out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.

"You're too nosy. I can't let you live in this world anymore, Potter …" Quirrell was still talking to Harry when Zheng Fan suddenly remembered something. He turned around and walked back to the room where the Devil's Flame was.

Ronald Weasley was seriously thinking about how to get back. He didn't want to stay in this dangerous place with Harry, and he had to leave quickly. Otherwise, if Harry lost, he would die with him.

Looking at Ronald Weasley's back, Zheng Fan looked at him as if he was an idiot. Then, he deactivated the Phase Transfer Module and put away the few magic potion bottles on the table. There were a few bottles of super strong poison that could kill with a single touch. They would come in handy sooner or later. He forgot to take them just now, and now he had them.

When he returned to the room, Quirrell had finished talking to Harry. Harry was in disbelief, probably still digesting Quirrell's words.

Quirrell used magic to tie Harry up and pulled him to the wall where there was a mirror.

The Eris Magic Mirror was a mirror that could reveal a person's deepest desires. Many wizards lost their will to fight just by looking at the mirror. They became addicted to it all day long and became completely dispirited, just like playing Overwatch.

This was why Zheng Fan couldn't get the Sorcerer's Stone by himself. Dumbledore had used a mysterious spell to hide the Sorcerer's Stone in the mirror. Only a wizard who desperately wanted the Sorcerer's Stone and didn't want to use it for anything could get the item inside the mirror. Zheng Fan met the first requirement, but not the second. How could he not use magic?

If he used the Mechanical Mind, he would meet the second requirement, but unfortunately, he didn't meet the first requirement …

"Alright, just wait quietly, Potter.

I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror. "

"This mirror is the key to finding the Sorcerer's Stone," Quirrell murmured, and tapped his hand along the frame of the mirror.

"Only Dumbledore can take out something like this … But he's in London at the moment … By the time he comes back, I'll be long gone …"

What a wishful thinking.

Zheng Fan stood aside and rolled his eyes.

He looked at the state of his modules. With the high energy consumption of the Phase Shift Module, there was only about one-tenth of the Advanced Energy Module left. If he didn't do something soon, he would be the first to run out of luck.

Zheng Fan slowly opened his hand. As he moved, his wand shot into his palm.

While he was in the Phase Shift Module, he couldn't affect the real world. However, he wasn't worried that he wouldn't have a chance to get the Sorcerer's Stone because the person who would help him create the opportunity was already on his way.

Seeing that Snape was about to arrive, Zheng Fan didn't hesitate to take out a potion and drink it. It was a compound potion. After drinking it, he would be able to transform into someone else for a short period of time without any flaws. This potion could turn him into the wizard assassin "Giant Fir". He would use this to turn himself around later!

Harry stared at the Eris Magic Mirror, dumbfounded.

He looked at himself in the mirror. At first, his face was pale and terrified, but after a while, he smiled.

Harry reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone. He blinked and put the stone back into his pocket. At that moment, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket. He actually got the Sorcerer's Stone just like that!