HP Approaches the Magical World

Voldemort's order had a great effect on Quirrell.

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

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

"No problem, right?"

Stephen asked with some concern.

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 along, don't worry about Harry's safety - as long as he is smart enough, don't give things directly to Quirrell .”

Harry wouldn't be so stupid if what he remembered was true.

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

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone. Putting it in his pocket - at this moment, Harry felt that something so heavy had actually fallen into his pocket, it was incredible - that's how he got the Philosopher's Stone.

"How about it?"

Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

It wasn't just Harry who was nervous, Jon and Stephen were also nervous outside. Stephen didn't know the truth and was really worried about the Philosopher's Stone, but Jon knew that the Philosopher's Stone was useless, he was just worried about Harry.

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

However, he didn't move.

For so long, he has done many things against his original intention, and even started to interfere with Harry's actions, but he has never appeared in front of Harry.

Without any intersection with the "protagonist", he can be a shadow behind him, but Harry can't look back at him to find his existence.

Here's the bottom line for Jon.

Now, still need to stick to it.

Harry thought the same thing, he had something to hold on to, so he was lying.

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he made up, "I - I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell began to curse again.

"Go away."

Harry stepped aside, but he hadn't taken five steps when he heard a shrill voice speak, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

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

"Potter, come back here!"

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

The shrill voice spoke again.

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

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"This strength... I still have it..."

indoor and outdoor,

The three people, including Harry, watched Quirrell raised his hand to untie the scarf on his head, and the big scarf fell down. Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small, and then he slowly turned on the spot turn around.

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

Harry had never seen such a ghastly face—it was as dead white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils that were as long and thin as snakes.

"Harry Potter..."

he whispered.

"Look at what I've become!"

The face said, "Shadows and vapours are all that remains...I can only have form if I share a body with others...although there are always those who will let me enter their hearts and minds...in the past few years The unicorn blood gave me some strength back for a week... the day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest... Once I got the elixir, I'd be able to recreate a body of my own... ...well...why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

These words didn't sound alluring at all, Jon frowned, this was not the same as the Voldemort he knew, that Voldemort shouldn't be like this, he should be full of rhetoric ability - can only say 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 he is more immune to these things.

Isn't that just brainwashing?

Whoever 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 bachelors who have been hungry for decades, and can only be slaughtered.

"Don't be a fool," the face said viciously, "you'd better save your own life and take refuge with me...or you will end up like your parents...they begged me to spare their lives before they died ..."

"lie!"

Harry yelled, apparently Voldemort's stab in the scar had the opposite effect.

Quirrell backed toward him, which allowed Voldemort to still stare at him, now with a grin on that wicked face.

"How touching..."

He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage... Yes, son, your parents were very brave back then... I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender and fight me bravely... Your mother You don't need to die... She's desperately trying to protect you... Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you."

"Don't think about it!"

Harry sprinted towards 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 hands. Stephen had already raised his wand and was ready to go. He only hoped to stop Quirrell, but Jon exposed himself and Deng With the appearance of Blidoux, he grabbed his wrist and signaled 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. I leaned over and looked at my fingers—they were blistering one by one.

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

Quirrell was still pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hands had let go of Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in bewilderment - Harry could see them as if they had been burned by fire. Yes, bright red.

"Then kill him, fool, act quickly!"

Voldemort said in a piercing voice, Quirrell raised his hand and was about to cast a death curse, but Harry below was suddenly shaken by something, he jumped up like a carp, and stretched out his hand to grab Quirrell's face .

"It's a curse left by Harry's mother."

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