Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

"I promise it's true!" Eric said seriously, "Follow the hints to find the most unique potion." "

"There are all kinds of potions here, but this chubby bottle is repeated."

"Isn't that a unique manifestation?"

Hearing this, Harry was stunned.

That's right!

They just wanted to find the most unique potion.

However, among the various potions, the appearance of repeated potions is also considered "unique"

Seeing this, Eric continued: "Headmaster Snape is just playing with words. "

"Unique means special, different, but it doesn't mean it's ~ unique"

"And among these repetitive potions, the cap of this bottle is a distinctive red, so I concluded that this is the real potion that can lead to the next level."

Listen to Eric's analysis.

Harry finally smiled joyfully.

Alec handed the potion to Harry and patted the other man's shoulder.

"You go first, we'll arrive later."

Harry nodded and looked up to drain the potion.

A chill spread throughout the body.

Harry couldn't help but shiver.

One last glance at the two best friends.

Harry mustered up the courage to enter the gate blocked by the Black Flame.

Meanwhile.

Dumbledore was looking at Snape beside him with mocking eyes.

"I didn't expect the puzzle you set up to be solved so easily, and sure enough, you still hope they beat it."

"Hmph!" Snape stared at Alec and said, "What if you untie it, there is only one bottle of potion, I see how they can help Potter." "

"Mr. Headmaster, can we move on to the next level now?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Just planned to take the two of them to take a shortcut and go to the last level.

I heard Alec suddenly say: "It's almost time, we should go in." "

"Huh? How to enter? Isn't the potion gone? Draco asked curiously.

Also curious was Dumbledore.

He stopped and looked back at the two teenagers in the distance.

Eric didn't explain, just smiled.

Then he grabbed Draco's shoulder and whispered, "Flashback curse!" "

The next moment.

The figures of the two disappeared into the room.

This once again shocked the three people in the shadows.

Especially Snape, he felt his face being slapped!

"Well, let's hurry up and get in."

Dumbledore looked at Snape's livid face and changed the subject with interest.

......

Voldemort and Quirrell are still reciting paragraph after paragraph at the moment.

I didn't notice that someone had entered the room at all.

Harry walked through the door of fire formed by the black flames.

Seeing Quirrell with his back to him, he was slightly startled in his heart.

Before coming in, he was still guessing in his mind who Voldemort's minions were.

He had guessed many candidates.

But only Quilinas Quillo was ignored.

Because the other party is too deceptive.

Who would have thought that a man who only promised would be Voldemort's men?

Think back now.

Quillinas Quirre does have a lot to offer wonder.

Harry remembered Halloween Eve.

He overheard Snape's conversation with Quirrell.

It seemed that Snape had sensed that Quirrell was in trouble.

That's why I say words with a sense of warning.

It's just that I misunderstood it at the time.

Harry apologized to Snape in his heart and walked towards Quirrell.

"Are you?"

Footsteps were heard behind him.

Quirrell immediately looked into the mirror in front of him.

He noticed that Harry was walking towards him step by step.

Quirrell looked even more surprised than Harry.

"Ahem!" Quirrell cleared his throat and put away the parchment in his hand without a trace.

"I was wondering if I would ever meet you here, Potter!"

When he said this, Quirrell became very serious and cold.

He looked at Harry with a look of contempt.

Harry frowned and said, "In the first Quidditch match, you put a curse on my broom?" "

His tone was determined.

It's not asking the other party for verification at all.

Instead, Quirrell had been determined to be his own murderer.

"That's right." At the mention of that Quidditch match, Quirrell's expression was a little unnatural.

"If it hadn't been for Snape being chanting a counter-spell to protect you, I would have thrown you to death that day."

Quirrell wasn't wrong about that.

At that time, Alec and Voldemort had not yet cooperated.

Quirrell and his boss, Lord Voldemort, wanted to kill Harry's heart for real.

Harry sighed, "So you put in the trolls on Halloween Eve too?" "

"Of course." Quirrell nodded proudly.

Harry looked at each other rather complicatedly: "It turns out that you have been pretending all along." "

The reason why his heart is complicated.

I was just blaming myself for not seeing through Quirrell's disguise.

If it were Alec, I am afraid that the identity of the other party would have been suspected long ago.

Harry was startled.

One possibility came to mind.

Could Alec have known that Quirrell was Voldemort's minions?

Think of the other party's appearance like God on weekdays.

Harry thinks it's not impossible.

Seeing that Harry Potter did not speak for a long time, Quirrell felt a little strange in his heart.

He looked cautiously at the boy on the other side.

I found that the other party was in a daze.

"Ahem, since you have explained it, then you can wait here quietly, Potter!"

"Next, I need to study this interesting mirror."

Quirrell said and waved his wand.

A rope appeared out of thin air, intending to tie Harry up.

It's time for a minute.

Harry rolled to the side and managed to dodge the rope.

At the same time, the wand also appeared in his hand.

"Except for your weapons!"

Quirrell hadn't thought Harry would fight back.

He was about to say the next line when he felt a spell hit him in the shoulder.

The wand took off and flew into the sky.

Quirrell turned and prepared to snatch back his wand.

But when he turned around, he saw Harry raise his wand again. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Crush your bones!"

"Flames!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

“......"

One deadly spell after another flew in.

Quirrell had no time to reclaim his wand.

Voldemort on the back of his head cursed in his heart.

Because the current situation is not at all the same as what Alec said.

Harry Potter not only did not instigate, but used spells more and more easily.

Voldemort wanted to ask, did this script get the wrong one?

Harry looked angry and waved his wand wildly in his hand.

Powerful spells flew out one after another.

Meanwhile.

He also shouted loudly, "Quirrell, stop if you have the ability." "

Quirrell isn't stupid either.

Knowing that stopping at this moment is looking for death.

So he ran faster.

"Idiot, stop fighting back!"

Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

See that the other person is still running.

He simply controlled Quirrell's body directly to stop, and turned around as a silent and wandless drill spell.

After a year of training by Eric.

Harry's presence was very responsive.

I saw that he rolled on a donkey and easily escaped the spell.

When he faced Quirrell again.

It was found that the other party had taken off the purple scarf on his head.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort's deep voice sounded.

Harry wanted to scream.

But he couldn't make a sound.

The scar on his forehead once again felt a burning pain.

Harry covered his forehead and looked hard at the other side.

I saw a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.

That face was as white as chalk.

Both eyes glow red.

The lower nostrils are elongated, like snakes.

"Voldemort!" Harry pronounced the name through gritted teeth.

The only person who could make his scars hurt.

Because the scars are left by the magic of the other party.

"Harry Potter, long time no see." Voldemort's shrill voice echoed through the room.

He manipulated Quirrell's body and controlled Harry with magic with a wave of his hand.

"You look at my current appearance, there is only a cloud of shadow and steam, and I can only share a body with others, these are thanks to you."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can create an elixir and even recreate a body."

"Now, tell me where the Philosopher's Stone is!"

Voldemort brought Harry to the Mirror of Eris and pointed to the mirror for the other party to find the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry didn't expect to see Eris sunglasses again.

This time he didn't see his parents in the mirror.

He only saw himself.

No, that's not him.

The figure in the mirror took a red stone from his trouser pocket under Harry's astonished gaze.

When the figure in the mirror puts the stone back in his trouser pocket.

Harry clearly felt his pockets suddenly sink a lot.

He reacted immediately.

Knowing that the Philosopher's Stone has been obtained by himself at this moment.

Harry glanced back.

Discovering that Voldemort was looking at the magic mirror, he planned to tell a little lie and protect the Philosopher's Stone.

But Harry didn't know.

Voldemort is now also a man with a script.

Just as he looked into his trouser pocket.

Voldemort already knew that the Philosopher's Stone had appeared! .