Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I've been skeptical since you started your first class."

Hermione faced Quirrell directly, talking eloquently, even though her hands and feet trembled slightly, she still showed great courage.

"Hogwarts is a famous school with a long history. Every professor in it, not to mention the top figures in the magic world, can also be regarded as the elite among wizards. They are extremely outstanding in their own profession. Your own Say, based on your performance, what qualifications do you have to stand with them and work together."

"What qualifications?" The smile on Quirrell's face stiffened for a while, "How can you foolish little guys know my level."

"Yeah," Hermione nodded, "If you're really capable, then you're just pretending, but your acting skills are too lame, and the contrast between the front and the back is too great, just like that, Professor Dumbledore still let you Don't you find it strange to continue as a professor at Hogwarts?"

"I'm afraid he has already noticed something wrong with you, but he still has the confidence to put you under his nose, and he is not afraid that you will cause any trouble. Maybe now, he is hiding somewhere, Watching you secretly, like a clown, providing him with fun."

"Hehe, it's impossible!" Quirrell's face turned pale in an instant, "He went to the Ministry of Magic today for the Dragon Farm, so don't think about it."

Hermione continued to change the subject, "And last Halloween, you released that giant monster! Clark once told me that if the murderer cannot be found, the first witness who finds out There is a great suspicion."

"Clark, he's really smart," Quirrell said through gritted teeth as if recalling some bad memories, "Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like he's here today."

"During the Quidditch match, you must have messed with Harry's broom!" Hermione was very sure.

Quirrell looked at her playfully, "Oh, why do you say that? I remember you cast a spell on Snape and interrupted his spellcasting. Why did you suspect me again?"

"I doubted both you and Snape at the time, but now that I see you, I know who is the good guy and who is the bad guy."

"Ha, ha, ha," Quirrell laughed, "Snape, good guy? In this world, there is no difference between a good guy and a bad guy, and some are just differences in identity and position. Just like Snape, You hated him before and thought he was a bad guy, but now that I am even worse, you think he is a good guy again."

"Do not……"

Before Hermione finished speaking, Quirrell stretched out his wand and pointed, and an invisible binding force squeezed from all directions, and immediately fixed her in place.

"enough,

Don't try to procrastinate, just wait quietly, I'm going to look at this interesting mirror. "

Quirrell turned around and looked at the mirror carefully.

"Is this the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone?" He muttered, walking around the frame, "What kind of trick is Dumbledore playing? I have to say, he is really powerful, but unfortunately, he should still be here London, when he comes back, I should have gone far..."

Hermione watched from a distance, and quickly recognized that this might be the Mirror of Erised that Clark had told her about. And she quickly realized that the Philosopher's Stone must be related to this mirror.

Time was running out, and she had to get the Philosopher's Stone before Clark rushed in. However, it seems that you can't be too active, otherwise Quirrell might be suspicious.

In front of the mirror, Quirrell stared greedily into it, almost sticking his big oily nose on the mirror.

"I've seen the stone...I'm offering it to my master...but is this all? Why can't I get it?"

"Master?" Hermione said deliberately, "So you still have a master, so you are just a helper."

Kino ignored her and just tapped the mirror with his wand, but there was still no response.

"Damn," he cursed under his breath, "is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

"Why don't you ask your master?" Hermione said. "After all, you are so useless that you can't even complete the tasks assigned by your master. I thought all this was just your ambition, but you still You are a cowardly and timid bastard, it seems that Dumbledore has really seen through you."

"enough!"

For the first time a timid panic flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Yes," he said, "Sometimes, it's really difficult for me to complete the tasks of the master. After all, he is the greatest wizard of this era, and my strength is so worthless in front of him."

Hermione felt nauseous at his flattery, but said along the way: "The greatest wizard of this century? Isn't that Professor Dumbledore?"

"Ha, ha, ha, the old liar?"

Quirrell laughed and looked at Hermione with a look like a little girl, you are still too young.

"The crazy old man had nothing but rhetoric," he recalled in a feverish tone. "My master was the greatest, and he was with me wherever I went."

Hermione saw him devoting all his body and mind, and a chill rushed to his forehead.

"I met him while traveling the world when I was just a silly lad with a ridiculously simple idea of ​​life, the master who pointed out my mistakes and gave me direction .

Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have disappointed him many times, especially the latest one..."

Quirrell shuddered suddenly.

"Ah, no, I was almost led astray by you little girl again. I have to help my master complete the task quickly."

"Master, master, help me, what is this mirror? What function does it have?"

Hermione was wondering why he was going crazy, there were obviously only the two of them in this room.

Suddenly, there was really a voice answering Quirrell's question.

Hermione's hairs stood on end, and she heard clearly that the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

It seemed that there was another ghost on his thin body, or in other words, a possessed evil god.

"Use that girl...use that girl..."

Quirrell turned and looked at Hermione.

"Okay, Granger, come up here."

He pointed his wand, and the invisible force that restrained Hermione dissipated immediately.

"No, I'm not going." Hermione refused, taking a few steps back.

"That's up to you, little girl, don't make me cast a jinx on you."

Thick black smoke rose from the tip of the wand made of regular wood, and it turned into a small snake, vividly sticking out its forked tongue at Hermione, which could be described as full of malice.

There was a struggling expression on her face. If Clark was here, he would definitely give her an S card for her superb acting skills.

"Come here," Quirrell emphasized again, "you just have to look in the mirror and tell me what you see, and I'll make sure you're all right."

Hermione walked towards him.