Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Where is it...where is it..." Quirrell seemed a little crazy, and kept mumbling, his face became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone gradually became weaker.

Ike looked at the purple traces slowly crawling out from the back of Quirrell's neck, knowing that this was the curse of unicorn blood.

The first time, Quirrell lasted about ten days, but the second time only lasted seven or eight days, and the backlash was even more severe.

"No wonder you have to look for the Philosopher's Stone today and can't hold on any longer?" Ike thought in his heart.

The death of two unicorns is a big deal. Hagrid and the centaurs have stepped up patrols, making it difficult to steal the power of unicorn blood.

Quirrell's plan was good, but Dumbledore used magic to hide the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised. People like Quirrell, Voldemort and Ike who wanted to possess the Philosopher's Stone would not be able to get it.

Yes, Ike wants the Philosopher's Stone too.

Regardless of whether the piece hidden in the Mirror of Erised is real or fake, according to Schrödinger's theory, before the Magic Stone is taken out, it is in a wonderful state of half-true and half-false, which means that at least there is

Half the chance, it's true.

Assuming that the Philosopher's Stone is real, as the most magical alchemical creation in centuries, its research value is immeasurable.

If nothing else, turning stone into gold is very tempting, enough to make countless people crazy about it.

"I can't get it, Master... I can't get it..." After several hours of searching, Quirrell fell into despair. His voice was a little crying, which woke up Voldemort, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to weakness.

Comrade Lao Voldemort was angry, but it was an incompetent rage. There was nothing he could do about Quirrell, especially in this state. Even when he drank the unicorn's blood seven or eight days ago, Voldemort could

Forcefully break Dumbledore's magic.

Fortunately, there is still some hope.

After teaching at Hogwarts for a whole semester, Quirrell not only made a lot of preliminary preparations for stealing the Philosopher's Stone, but also did a lot of research on Harry, the boy-who-lived, and understood Harry's character very well.

That was a little wizard who looked very Gryffindor...

Commonly known as a reckless man.

Now, Quirrell is waiting for Harry!

He is not a fool. He knows very well who is waiting for these so-called levels. It can be said that this is the stage set for Harry.

Otherwise, who can stop him with just Devil's Net or Wizard's Chess? It was just the three-headed dog Tricky at the beginning, which stopped him for almost a semester.

However, there are many things that you have to do even though you know you can't do them. Voldemort needs the Philosopher's Stone, and so does Quirrell. Even though he knows there is a pit in front of him, he still jumps into it.

He has no choice!

Quirrell was still standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. The curse of the unicorn's blood forced him to save every ounce of energy and adjust his condition. Ike was much freer, but he was also sitting on the stone steps aside.

On the bed, the wand tapped his thigh rhythmically, but his mind was focused on the upcoming "battle".

After waiting for several more hours, we finally found the rightful owner.

Harry jumped in as expected, and the first thing he saw was Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Even a moment ago, he had still guessed that it was the vicious Snape.

"It's right here, I can feel it." Quirrell's voice was low and slow, "But why can't I get it? Why do you think it is, Mr. Potter?"

"Professor Quirrell? Why is it you?" Ike, who was watching, couldn't help but feel helpless at Harry's reflex arc, but Harry didn't realize it and still asked himself, "Why not Snape?"

"Yes, why not Snape..." Quirrell's words contained three parts anger, three parts emotion and four parts helplessness, "With Professor Snape flying around like a bat, who would care about pity?

Stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"But he wants to kill me!" Harry shouted loudly. He felt that his three views were shattered. The sight of Quirrell in front of him shattered his cognition.

"No, no, no, Potter, it's me who wants to kill you..." Quirrell completely followed the law that villains must reveal their plans in person, and told almost everything about the entire semester, "...someone

To a certain extent, he is indeed my accomplice."

"Snape was once a Death Eater, you know..." Quirrell's voice deepened at the last sentence, and then he said to Ike who had been watching the show for a long time, "Mr. Strider, please also

Our savior is tied up, next we need him."

Harry noticed another person in the room at this moment and couldn't help but be shocked. Even though Hermione had reminded him that Ike might be in there a few minutes ago, he still didn't take it to heart.

Ike didn't talk nonsense to Harry, he was now in the villain camp! He waved his hand and a few ropes appeared out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly, like a mummy, with only a pair of eyes and mouth exposed.

"Why are you here! Hermione believes in you so much!" Harry still shouted loudly, "Are you worthy of her! Ike!"

He raised his hand and sent Harry to Quirrell's side. Ike still said nothing. Quirrell reached out and pinched Harry's face, as if he was looking at a wonderful and rare thing: "Is this the savior? It looks like

It's not that bad, stupid, reckless, I really don't know how you..."

"Quirrell... don't waste time... let him get the Philosopher's Stone quickly..." A voice sounded, speaking very slowly, weakly, and out of breath.

"Master..." Quirrell replied respectfully, and with Harry's questioning expression, he untied the rope from his body, and then pushed it in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Tell me, what did you see in the mirror?" Quirrell said impatiently.

Harry had long recognized that this was the Mirror of Erised he had seen in an abandoned classroom. He looked over curiously, only to see himself in the mirror blinking at himself, and then put a red piece of hand into his pants.

pocket.

At the moment when the stone in the mirror was put into his pocket, Harry felt something round and angular pressing against his thigh suddenly, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Facing Quirrell's urging, Harry decided to lie: "I...I saw Dumbledore shaking hands with me again, and I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

"Lying! He's lying!" the voice said again, "Let me talk to him, Quirrell, let me talk to him!"

"But Master..."

"Let me talk to him!" Comrade Lao Fu's attitude was resolute. Quirrell had no choice but to take off the turban on his head and turned around. Harry suddenly saw an ugly face.

"We meet again, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived..." Voldemort's current appearance frightened Harry and also shocked Ike. When we met a week ago, Comrade Voldemort could still tell that he was a

A human face, now completely changed.

There was no trace of blood, the original light green eyes turned red, and the nostrils also changed from round to slender, like a two-term socket.

"Look at what I look like, Harry Potter. You made me look like this. I can only have a useful form if I am attached to the body of a servant..."

"In the past two weeks or so, the unicorn's blood has allowed me to recover somewhat, but I still have to endure the damn curse..."

"However, once I get the magic stone and the elixir of life, I can get myself a new body..."

"So, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Harry's legs suddenly gained feeling, he took a few steps back to avoid Voldemort's eyes, shouted "Don't even think about it! Don't think about it!", turned around and ran towards the black flames.

"Stop him!" Voldemort shouted, and Quirrell and Ike rushed towards Harry. Ike was a little far away, two steps behind, and watched helplessly as Quirrell grabbed Harry's arm, but

He let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! You...what are you doing!" Quirrell's right hand was red, as if it had been burned by flames, and the fingertips slowly began to turn black.

"Catch him!" Voldemort shouted again. As soon as he finished speaking, Ike grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him staggering. His body turned around involuntarily and fell to the ground.

Quirrell ignored the pain in his right hand and stretched out his left hand to Harry again. Harry was already unsteady on his feet and kept waving his hands, trying to grab something to steady his body. He had been pulled earlier and was in a panic.

He grabbed Ike's hand with his left hand, and before his right hand could reach it, Quirrell walked to the door again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" There was another scream, and Quirrell watched helplessly as his hands turned from red to black, and he walked backwards, trying to get away from Harry.

At this time, Harry also woke up and Quirrell could not touch his body!

The awakened Harry felt that he was full of courage, and he swooped down on Quirrell's body. He pressed Quirrell's face with both hands and used force with his fingers, as if he wanted to grab something.

He did catch it, a large piece of red, hot, and constantly turning into black and gray flesh!

Looking again, Quirrell had collapsed on the ground powerlessly, covering his face that was also graying with hands that were turning into black ash. He could no longer scream, but through those eyes, he could clearly see

He was experiencing unimaginable pain, and in a short time, he turned into ashes.

"Harry Potter..." A black shadow rose from the ashes, looked at Harry angrily, and cursed, "It's you again! It's you again! I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Ike! Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Comrade Lao Fu's words made Harry wake up. He looked at Ike who seemed to be okay, covered his pocket and hid behind him.

Ike sighed, glanced at the black flames that showed no change, raised his hand, and Harry flew to his feet. The wand of his right hand tapped Harry's hand, and Harry felt a

There was an unbearable sting, and I couldn't help but let go.

Taking out the Philosopher's Stone easily, Harry still shouted: "Ike! Ike! Don't give him the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ike glanced at Harry and frightened him so much that he shut his mouth. Those cold eyes reminded Harry of Snape.

"It's so noisy..." Ike muttered, holding the magic stone and looking at Comrade Lao Fu who turned into a black shadow.

The curse of the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's death and the strange power in Harry's body made Voldemort extremely weak, even weaker than when Quirrell first met him last year.

"Give it to me...Give it to me..." Comrade Lao Volde kept repeating in a low voice, and Ike slowly walked towards Voldemort. Harry endured the pain in his hands and tried to grab Ike's feet, but he missed the opportunity.

, could only watch helplessly as Ike came to Voldemort's side and handed over the Sorcerer's Stone.

"No!"

"No!"

Two voices sounded one after another, the former was full of disappointment, pain and regret, while the latter was pure anger.

"It's fake! It's fake! Dumbledore!" As soon as Comrade Lao Fu came into contact with the Sorcerer's Stone, he realized that apart from the strange magic fluctuations on the surface, there was just an ordinary red stone inside, which was the strange magic trick.

beyond his perception.

The angry Comrade Lao Fu pounced on Harry, wanting to kill him, but suddenly remembered Quirrell's tragic situation in his mind, stopped halfway, and turned to pass through the black flames, leaving only a unwilling cry:

"I'll be back! Wait for me!"

Ike stared closely at the black flames. After a while, he was sure that Voldemort had escaped, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He took a few steps to Harry and squatted down. Ignoring Harry's vicious eyes, he stretched out his wand and pointed at it.

Harry.

"Healed as good as ever!"

Harry was stunned. He felt his body gradually gaining strength and struggled to get up, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Ike with one finger.

"You'd better lie down for a while. The healing spell is not omnipotent and cannot alleviate the loss of your magic power and spirit." Ike said, turning his wrist, a red stone appeared in his hand, and he felt it slightly.

I couldn't help but sigh, "This is the magic stone..."

"Who would have thought that such a powerful magic wave would be tightly trapped by the shell, with only this little exposed..."

Harry was confused, as if his mind had been kicked repeatedly by ten thousand horses, ten thousand mules, and ten thousand donkeys: "This... this... what is going on?"

He couldn't understand why there were two magic stones?

"The copying spell is a very practical spell." Ike played with the magic stone in his hand and said casually, "If the magic power outside the magic stone hadn't been weak, I might not have been able to fool him..."

"But, how did you do it? I saw you take out the magic stone from my pocket, how..."

"Have you never seen magic? Harry." Ike flipped his wrist and the magic stone disappeared. Then he flipped it again and it appeared in his hand again. "It's a simple blind trick."

Putting the Sorcerer's Stone into his pocket, Ike waved his hand and Harry flew into the air.

"Okay, it's time for us to leave. You need to go to the school hospital for a few days, Harry."

As soon as he walked to the black flames, Ike was about to cast a fire control spell to separate the flames, when he saw the flames in front of him suddenly extinguished, and a group of people appeared in front of him.

An old man with white hair and white beard, a man with facial paralysis with greasy hair and a little witch with fluffy brown hair.

"Mr. Strider, I think there is something you need to give me before sending Harry to the school hospital." The old man with a white beard said with a smile, looking very kind.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Ike also showed a smile, tilted his head slightly as a salute, and said hello to the anxious little witch beside him.

"Hermione, long time no see, it's been two or three days..."

Hermione nodded, with a complicated expression on her face.

"Ike, long time no see..."