Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

After a series of explanations, Harry was almost convinced.

"What does Ethan know? He's also a first-year. How could he possibly know these things?"

Ron was a little unhappy. Why was Ethan so good at everything? Why was he so good at fighting? Why did all the little witches like him? The professors praised him, and even Harry trusted him so much.

It was just jealousy. Why did all the good things belong to him, while he was just like a clown? (Ron's jealousy was too strong. Even when Harry participated in the Triwizard Tournament, he was very unhappy with Harry. He got lucky with a prefect badge and became complacent.)

"My scar hurts. This is a sign!"

"Maybe it's because you've been too stressed about the exams lately. Now that the exams are over and you've relaxed, it might just be a headache."

"You know the Dark Lord, right?"

"I... I know."

The look of fear on Ron's face couldn't be concealed at all. Several of his mother's brothers had died because of the Dark Lord's mischief.

He didn't even dare to mention that person's name.

"You heard what was said just now. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship is cursed by the Dark Lord. Do you think this curse is easy to break?"

Harry continued to ask, this time he couldn't be led astray by Ron.

The pain in his forehead was like an invisible signpost, telling him that something big was about to happen, and he had to go and solve it.

"No... not easy!"

The fear of Voldemort made Ron afraid to talk nonsense, even though he told himself in his heart that Dumbledore was the strongest.

But Dumbledore hadn't solved the Dark Lord either, and he hadn't lifted the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position for so many years.

"Professor Quirrell hasn't triggered the curse yet. There are only two possibilities: either he doesn't plan to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next year and plans to run away, or he's already on the Dark Lord's side, so he's not afraid of the curse."

"No matter which possibility it is, Professor Quirrell will make a move on the Sorcerer's Stone, and my scar, which was caused by the Dark Lord, tells me that something big is going to happen today."

"Also, why does Professor Quirrell have the ability but is unwilling to teach?"

"That's because he is a Dark wizard. Would he teach us how to deal with him?"

The more Harry spoke, the more he felt it was possible. Only this could explain all the suspicious points about Quirrell.

Damn it, he should have noticed it sooner.

"But Professor Quirrell was so badly injured during Christmas. Maybe it was caused by the curse, but he survived it. Also, he used to teach Muggle Studies. Muggle Studies might just be reading from the textbook. This year is the first year Professor Quirrell has taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. He hasn't adapted yet, and he'll be fine next year."

Ron still felt that Professor Quirrell was not a bad person and could only try his best to find reasons to excuse him.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Seeing Harry start running out of Hogwarts, Ron couldn't help but ask from behind.

But Harry was only focused on running across the grounds, heading towards the Forbidden Forest, and didn't answer Ron's question at all.

Inside the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was happily watching the Ukrainian Ironbelly Norbert, who was now much bigger than Fang, eat. Norbert now ate a whole sheep in one meal, and drank a whole barrel of chicken blood brandy at a time (actually, he could have stopped drinking it), and his body was gradually getting stronger.

Fortunately, Hagrid had a rich family, so he could afford it.

"Harry, are the exams over?"

Hagrid heard the movement behind him, turned around and saw that it was Harry, and greeted him.

"Yeah, they're over. I have something I want to ask you."

"Do you remember what day you won Norbert in a card game?"

Harry looked anxious. He only knew that Hagrid winning Norbert was likely to be a setup, but he didn't know what day he got the dragon, and he didn't think about paying attention to this point.

Now, if this time was the same as he guessed, then he could completely confirm that Quirrell was the one who tricked Hagrid.

"It was January 27th, I still remember that."

Hagrid said affirmatively, how could he forget such an important day!

"January 27th, Ron, do you remember that Snape was supposed to be substituting for a month?"

"Yeah, four weeks, about a month."

Ron also remembered this point, not because he had a good memory, but because those days were too difficult.

Four lessons with Snape every week, can you imagine that?

"After the Christmas holidays, classes started on January 4th, and Professor Quirrell came back to Hogwarts to teach in early February."

"What did he do during this time?"

"He must have gone to get the dragon egg and tricked Hagrid for information about Fluffy. You know how powerful dragons are. He must have been discovered while stealing the egg, and then a dragon bit off his hand. It's not because of some Dark wizard. After his injury healed, he tricked Hagrid for information about Fluffy, and finally came to Hogwarts to teach. He was the hooded person who tricked Hagrid for information about Fluffy, that's right, it was him."

Harry explained to Ron as he ran towards Hogwarts.

"Then where are we going now?"

Ron couldn't argue anymore.

"To find Dumbledore. Only he can stop all this. Hopefully, he'll believe us!"

"My scar tells me that something big is about to happen, right now. Quirrell must have already gone to the fourth-floor corridor to get the Sorcerer's Stone."

"It's just, where is Dumbledore's headmaster's office?"

Harry was at a loss when he returned to the Great Hall. He had never been to the headmaster's office, and no one had ever taken him there.

"Go find Professor McGonagall, she must know."

Ron suggested. Having been reprimanded by their own head of house more than once, the two naturally knew where Professor McGonagall's office was.

...

Quirrell was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, obsessively looking at everything in the mirror.

Suddenly, Quirrell's body shook, and his whole temperament changed, but it didn't take long for him to return to normal again.

"Master, I..."

"Let Adrian try. We can't get it, but he doesn't know what we're going to get here, maybe he can succeed."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

Having come this far and still not finding the Philosopher's Stone, I really am unwilling!

"Understood, Master!"

Then he came to Ethan, who was leaning against a stone pillar, spacing out.

"Adrian, stand in front of the mirror and try."

"Oh!"

Ethan patted his butt and stood up, walking directly towards the Mirror of Erised.

Anyway, he can't get the Philosopher's Stone. Only those who desire it but don't use it can obtain it.

As for Ethan, if he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would definitely use it, turning everything to gold!

Galleons will definitely have achievement rewards when they reach a certain level. The next time will probably be ten thousand Galleons. Although he has earned a lot during this period, he also spends it quickly.

Nagini cost three thousand five hundred Galleons, which is already the lowest price Dennis and the others could offer. If he wanted to get it for free, unless they quit working there in the future. Ethan contributed fifteen hundred Galleons, and Bruno's Alchemy Potion Shop contributed two thousand Galleons.

There's also the daily consumption of energy cubes. These are all precious magical animal materials, which also cost a lot. He's still short of over a thousand Galleons to become a ten-thousandaire.

Of course, if he sold the unicorn horn, it would definitely be enough, but Ethan doesn't want to sell this kind of rare material.

A white mist covered the mirror, and then the deepest desire in Ethan's heart slowly emerged…

"What do you see?"

Quirrell's voice sounded from behind Ethan.

"I become the Minister for Magic."

Ethan's tone contained a hint of excitement, and he spoke convincingly.

Did he want to tell you about the legs and breasts filling the screen?

Just now, Ethan seemed to be spacing out, but he was also paying attention to Quirrell's every move. When he looked in the Mirror of Erised, Ethan couldn't see his desires at all.

Similarly, Ethan couldn't see what Quirrell saw.

He just didn't know how that old schemer hiding in the dark in the abandoned classroom saw it that day. If he couldn't see it, he wouldn't have been hiding in the dark to observe.

"Really?"

Quirrell's tone was full of doubt.

"The Mirror of Erised allows people to see their deepest and most intense desires."

"Anyone can sit in the position of Minister for Magic!"

"If Fudge can do it, why can't I, Ethan?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ethan's mouth, as if the ambition in his heart had been aroused.

Seeing this, Quirrell didn't ask any further. How could a little wizard who didn't know what the Philosopher's Stone was possibly obtain it!

Master, you really are overthinking things.

The next moment, Quirrell felt a piercing pain袭来, and hurriedly lowered his head, leaning against the stone pillar next to him.

Meanwhile, Ethan was wondering why Harry hadn't arrived yet.

Damn it, he had already hinted so much, even a pig would know!

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Chapter 77: Anti-Voldemort Artifact

"Professor Quirrell, it really is you, trying to extract information about Fluffy from Hagrid and trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Ethan, why are you here?"

"Do you also want to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

When he saw Ethan, Harry completely broke down and couldn't help but take two steps back.

That's right, Ethan also knew the information about the Philosopher's Stone.

Who in this world could resist turning things to gold and immortality!

But Ethan should be on his side. He was the one who told him all this. If he wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, why did he tell him so much? Why?

Thinking about the hardships along the way, he had been tortured by the Devil's Snare and finally came down with great difficulty. He had also experienced the double blow of the flying keys and the wizard's chess game, and even risked his life to drink the potion before breaking through, but all of this was meaningless.

Ethan was here, how could he possibly win!

"I was brought here by Quirrell, ask him."

Ethan was a little helpless. Was he more terrifying than Quirrell?

You weren't even afraid of confronting Quirrell just now, but you actually took a step back when you saw me?

And Harry was so miserable, dragging one leg as he walked. He didn't know if it was broken or sprained. What exactly had he experienced just now?

"Fool, quickly tie that boy in front of the mirror, he can find it, hurry!"

A hoarse, mad voice sounded from the back of Quirrell's head, instantly attracting the attention of Ethan and Harry.

Voldemort wasn't pretending anymore!

"Potter, get up here!"

"Tell me what you see."

Harry had no choice but to do as he was told. Ethan was with Quirrell, and he had no chance to resist.

He could only stall for time, first look at the mirror, and then make up a set of lies to deceive them. When Dumbledore came back, he would win.

Standing in front of the mirror, this time Harry didn't see his parents as before, but a pale-faced, frightened child, which was himself.

And even more bizarrely, the reflection in the mirror actually took out a red, irregularly shaped gem from his pocket, smiled at him, and winked, before putting the gem back in his pocket.

And Harry really felt something heavy enter his pocket, which, if nothing went wrong, was the stone in the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone.

He had actually obtained the Philosopher's Stone just like that?

But Harry didn't want the Philosopher's Stone now.

He had absolutely no confidence in keeping it.