HP Approaches the Magic World

Voldemort's instructions had a great effect on Quirrell.

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that tied Harry loosened automatically, and Harry slowly stood up.

"Come up here," repeated Quirrell, "look in the mirror, and tell me what you see."

"Is there going to be any problem?"

Stephen asked worriedly.

Jon shook his head, and then remembered that he was in hiding now and Stephen couldn't see him.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Dumbledore's protection settings are very clever. We just need to follow this and don't have to worry about Harry's safety - as long as he is smart enough and doesn't give things directly to Quirrell."

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Harry shouldn't be that stupid, if what he remembers is true.

In the picture, Harry starts walking towards the magic mirror.

He saw himself in the mirror. His face was pale and frightened at first, but after a moment, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone away again.

Put it into his pocket - at this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket, it was incredible - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone in this way.

"How about it?"

Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Not only Harry was nervous, Jon and Stephen were also nervous outside. Stephen didn't know the truth and was really worried about the Sorcerer's Stone, but Jon knew that the Sorcerer's Stone was of no use and he was just worried about Harry.

Although he knew that Harry was protected by the forbidden spell left by Lily Potter, he still felt uneasy.

However, he didn't move.

For such a long time, he had done many things that went against his original intentions, and even started to interfere with Harry's actions, but he had never appeared in front of Harry.

Without any interaction with the "protagonist of the story", he could be a shadow behind him, but Harry could not turn around and look at him to search for his existence.

This is Jon's bottom line.

Now, we still need to persevere.

Harry thought so too, he also had something he needed to stick to, so he was lying.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he made up, "and I - I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell began to curse again.

"Get away from me."

Harry stepped aside, but he had not taken five steps when he heard a sharp voice speaking, but Quirrell's lips did not move at all.

"He's lying...he's lying..."

"Potter, come back here!"

cried Quirrell, "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"

The shrill voice spoke again.

"Let me come and talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your strength has not recovered yet!"

"I still have this little strength..."

Indoors and outdoors, three people, including Harry, watched Quirrell raise his hand to take off the scarf on his head. The big scarf fell down. Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly

Turn around on the spot.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face.

Harry had never seen such a ferocious and terrifying face - the face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Harry Potter..."

he said in a whisper.

"Look what I have become!"

The face said, "Only shadow and vapor remain... I can only take form when I share a body with others... But there are always some people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds... In the past few years

In the past few weeks, the unicorn's blood has restored some of my strength... That day you saw Quirrell drinking blood for me in the forest... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate a body of my own...

...Okay...why don't you give me the magic stone in your pocket?"

These words didn't sound tempting at all. Jon frowned. This was different from the Voldemort he knew. That Voldemort shouldn't be like this. He should be full of the ability to speak sweet words - I can only say that reality and

The story is different.

Especially compared to the people here, Jon has lived in a more advanced world and experienced the bombardment of network information, so his immunity to these things is stronger.

Isn't it just brainwashing?

Anyone who has not been brainwashed in his time would not be able to resist brainwashing. It would be like a girl without clothes falling into a group of bachelor men who have been hungry for decades and can only be slaughtered.

"Don't be stupid," the face said viciously, "it's best to save your own life and take refuge in me... Otherwise you will end up like your parents... They begged me for mercy before they died.

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"lie!"

Harry shouted suddenly, obviously Voldemort stabbed his scar and had the opposite effect.

Quirrell stepped back and advanced towards him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him, with a sinister smile now on his evil face.

"How touching..."

He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage... Yes, my child, your parents were very brave back then... I started to kill your father first, but he would rather die than give in and fight with me bravely... Your mother

In fact, there is no need to die... She is trying her best to protect you... Well, give me the magic stone, don't let your mother die for you."

"Don't even think about it!"

Harry bolted for the door, which was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed: "Get him!"

Immediately afterwards, Quirrell flew over and grabbed his wrist tightly with his hand. Stephen had raised his wand and was ready to go, hoping to stop Quirrell, but Jon exposed himself and Deng.

With the appearance of Bullido, he grabbed his wrist and told him not to worry. Sure enough, after a few breaths, Quirrell let go of his hand - Harry looked around blankly, looking for Quirrell, only to see him bowing in pain.

He lay down and looked at his fingers - they were blistered one by one.

"Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!"

Although Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, his hands had already let go of Harry's neck. At this moment, he was staring at his palms in confusion - Harry could see that they seemed to be burned by fire.

Yes, bright red.

"Then kill him, idiot, and act quickly!"

Voldemort said in a harsh voice. Quirrell raised his hand, ready to recite a killing curse, but Harry below was suddenly shaken by something. He jumped up like a carp and reached out to grab Quirrell's face.

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"This is a forbidden curse left by Harry's mother."