Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It was the first time Hermione had seen the Mirror of Erised, although she had heard Clarke's tales of their Christmas adventures before.

There are strange magical patterns on the golden frame, which looks mysterious and atmospheric.

Under the mirror are two metal bird claws, firmly stuck there, giving people a feeling that is stronger and more static than the wall, as if they are embedded in the void and fixed on the coordinate system.

"Come on, don't try to trick me."

Quirrell came up behind her, and Hermione smelled a disgusting smell from him, like the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimps she smelled in the fish market by the sea with her father before.

Hermione looked into the mirror, and the first thing that caught her eyes was a frightened, slightly pear-like pale face.

Well, it's still very beautiful, at least the hair is still smooth, it's not in vain to use quick-acting softener to maintain after washing my hair every night.

She turned around smugly to see if there was anything wrong with her clothes.

At this time, she discovered another use of the mirror, a use that Clark and other stinky boys hadn't discovered.

Seeing her mirror image in the mirror, she changed into an outfit in an instant. A light blue princess dress was put on her body, with puff sleeves, crystal shoes, sparkling diamond necklace and earrings.

"I see, I'm wearing a princess dress, I'm a princess!"

"What?" Quirrell's eyes widened. He felt that his IQ was not enough.

"Ah, I changed again, um, it's a pink dress, and these white sandals are so pretty."

Hermione shifted her position in front of the mirror, as if admiring her various outfits.

Yes, what girl can refuse a full-length mirror like this that can change clothes as she pleases? This is simply an artifact!

Quirrell only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to the top of his head, and his temples were about to explode.

"Okay!" he asked impatiently, "You just saw this? Don't try to play tricks."

"I think so," Hermione still didn't take her eyes off the mirror, "I also saw me wearing beautiful clothes and dancing with Clark in the Great Hall of Hogwarts!"

A flush of excitement appeared on her face, "This mirror is amazing, isn't it, she can let us see what we want to see.

"

Quirrell began to curse again.

"Go away!" he shouted.

Hermione moved aside, very slowly and lightly, as if afraid of attracting Quirrell's attention.

It's just that before she took a few steps away, a hoarse and piercing voice, worse than iron scraping the blackboard, sounded from Quirrell again, but he didn't even move his lips.

"She's lying, she's lying..."

Quirrell turned around sharply, staring at her.

"return!"

"Honestly, Professor Quirrell, you are really pitiful." Hermione looked at Quirrell, ready to use the [Negotiation (bluff)] skill she learned from Clark.

"What are you talking about?" cried Quirrell. "Tell me the truth! What did you see just now? Is it the Philosopher's Stone? It's hidden there."

The shrill voice sounded again.

"Let me talk to her... face to face..."

"Master, your condition is no longer suitable for showing up!"

"Professor Quirrell, you're not telling the truth!" Hermione felt as if she was about to be entangled in the "devil's net" again, full of malice was about to strangle her throat, and she hurriedly yelled out.

"Just now in that mirror, you saw the Sorcerer's Stone, but you didn't even think about dedicating the Sorcerer's Stone to your master, did you!"

"You nonsense!" Quirrell retorted loudly.

In a life-and-death situation, Hermione's mind was running extraordinarily fast.

"No, you are. This mirror can reflect what we most want to see in our hearts, so I saw me wearing beautiful clothes. And you, Professor Quirrell, you did see the Philosopher's Stone, but you in the mirror But you didn't give away the Philosopher's Stone, because you committed greed."

"Yes, it is the Sorcerer's Stone after all, the legendary wizard's secret treasure, and there may be only one piece in the world. As a Ravenclaw who greedily pursues knowledge like a raven, how could you give up so easily? It’s normal to keep it as your own.”

"Stop it!" Quirrell stretched out his wand and pointed at Hermione, as if he was about to cast a curse at any moment.

However, a voice came from him, "Let her speak."

"But master..."

"Your master is also suspicious of you, isn't he?" Hermione became bolder. "Remember the runes on the frame of the mirror? That means 'I'm not showing your face, but your heart. Desire', what you think in your heart, what will be reflected in this mirror. Professor Dumbledore is using this characteristic, you think about the Philosopher's Stone, it will show the Philosopher's Stone, but this is not yet available it."

"Then what should we do?" Quirrell asked eagerly.

"The Philosopher's Stone didn't belong to Dumbledore, remember? He was helping Nicole Flamel to keep the Philosopher's Stone, so I guess only people who don't have a little bit of greed in their hearts and don't want to keep the Philosopher's Stone for themselves can get it." Obtain this alchemical treasure from the mirror."

Quirrell's face looked as if he had been hit by a stinking dung bomb, and his expression was extraordinarily wonderful. He never thought that he would fail because of a little bit of greed.

Of course Hermione also saw his expression, and said mockingly: "It's a pity, you don't seem to be such a person, Professor Quirrell. Dumbledore has seen through you. The so-called loyalty to the master is just a lie And empty words, you don't actually worship You-Know-Who as much as you say, do you.

Also, you're a Ravenclaw after all, and you're smart, and your master can do you good, but you don't really give him your all. By the way, I remember Clark once said a word, what is it called? 'Exquisite egoist', yes, you are that kind of person! "

"boom!"

Quirrell, who was furious, shot a spell at Hermione, but because of some kind of interference, he lost his aim and hit the wall beside Hermione, blowing up pieces of rock and scaring her.

"Master, don't, I don't have one."

"enough!"

"Please trust me……"

"Shut your mouth, don't let me say it a second time." The voice stopped Quirrell, "Let me tell her."

The invisible bondage returned to Hermione's body, bringing her immobile to Quirrell.

Slowly, round and round, Rocky undoes his hood. What happens next?

Hermione looked at him with anticipation and fear at the same time.

She felt that she was getting in touch with the truth, and the joy of this difficult problem about to be solved was something that single-celled creatures like Harry and Ron could not experience.

The Arab turban floated down, without the cover of the turban, Rocky's head became abnormally small.

Then, he turned his back slowly.