HP Approaches the Magic World

The picture slowly unfolds.

Harry's back was facing the screen, and in their field of vision, they could just see Quirrell's smile.

Now, his face is not twitching at all.

"It's me," Quirrell's calm voice came from the mirror: "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought—Snape—"

Even though he could only see the back of Harry's head, Jon could feel his surprise. He raised his hand and touched his beard, and then he remembered that he now looked like Dumbledore.

I had never realized that Dumbledore was so tall before, but I just discovered this now, and it seems to be of no use.

"Snape?"

Quirrell's laughter came from the mirror. This laughter was not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is really helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt that-

- But - where is the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

"But Snape once tried to kill me!"

Harry said in shock, she really couldn't accept this answer.

"No, no, no, it's me who wants to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed

In fact, as long as I hold on for a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse beside him to save your life, I would have thrown you off the broomstick.

You fell to death."

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly, "Why do you think he would referee your second match? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again, which is really ridiculous - in fact, he didn't need to bother.

I can't do anything with Dumbledore here.

The other teachers all thought that Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular. However, all this is a waste of time, and no matter what, I will definitely kill you tonight."

Quirrell clicked his fingers, and in an instant, several ropes came out of nowhere and tied Harry up tightly.

Stephen reflexively raised the wand in his hand, wanting to help Harry, but Jon stopped him.

"Don't move, just watch. Quirrell won't do anything to him. Feel free to write down the scene here and the content of the conversation."

He pushed it in the air, and a piece of parchment escaped from the hiding range of his defensive magic and appeared between the two people.

He was not worried about Harry's safety at all. Reflected in his glasses, he saw Voldemort's unique chaos in them.

"You are too nosy to be allowed to live in the world anymore, Potter. You were wandering around the school on Halloween night. I knew then that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course, I have a special way of dealing with trolls - you must have seen how I taught that guy in the room over there?

Unfortunately, when everyone was hurriedly looking for the troll, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me - not only did my troll not kill you, but even the troll didn't kill you.

Even a three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off.

Well, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

…

Outside, Jon explained.

"That mirror," the Mirror of Erised, Jon said, "is what Dumbledore used to preserve the Philosopher's Stone."

It was a very majestic mirror, reaching to the ceiling, with a golden frame and two claw-shaped feet supporting it at the bottom.

The top is engraved with "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi", which means "It shows us nothing more or less tha desperate desire of our hearts" when reversed. It allows people to see the most urgent and strongest desire deep in their hearts.

If there was a chance, Jon would also like to take a look.

…

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured in the scene, tapping his hand along the surrounding mirror frame.

"Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing, but he is in London at the moment. By the time he comes back, I will have left long ago."

In the picture, Harry was twisting nervously and talking continuously.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—"

"That's right,"

Quirrell said lazily, turning behind the magic mirror to check, "He had already set his sights on me at that time, and wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had been doubting me, and he wanted to scare me - in fact, he

How can I be frightened? I have the Dark Lord as my backer."

Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into the mirror.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone, and I am dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry desperately tried to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was tied tighter and tighter. He kept talking, trying to prevent Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you,"

Quirrell said casually, "You didn't know that he and your father were studying at Hogwarts back then, right? They hated each other and were sworn in, but he never wanted you to die."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you."

For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's orders—he is a great wizard, and I am so weak—"

"Are you saying that it was him who was in the classroom with you at that time?"

Harry asked in surprise.

"No matter where I go, he is with me," Quirrell said calmly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a stupid young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil.

The idea is that Lord Voldemort pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power. Since then, I have served him loyally, but I also have many

Disappointed him once.

——He has always been very strict with me."

Quirrell lowered his voice and cursed.

"I really don't understand. Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

He obviously couldn't find the trick to open it, but someone did.

In the picture created by the mirror, Voldemort's hoarse voice suddenly came out.

"Use that boy, use that boy."