The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Linde thought about it. According to the time, the confrontation between Harry and Quirrell would begin soon.

But these had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he only knew that the three-headed dog Fluffy was still in the castle, but he didn't even know where it was.

In the evening, Linde walked out of the Gryffindor lounge as usual. Came to the Room of Requirement.

The work on the unicorn head was progressing very slowly. He wanted the whole head skin, but now he had no good way.

The best way was to use high pressure to separate the skin and flesh like making crispy roast duck.

As for the blood, eyes, horns, etc. in the unicorn head, he had already peeled them off.

Although a week had passed, the unicorn head was still alive. The book said that after the death of magical animals such as unicorns, the magic power in their bodies would slowly disappear. During this period, their bodies would not rot naturally, nor would they be eroded by various small disgusting creatures.

He didn't want to go to the anatomy room today. He was too tired during this period, and his work had reached a bottleneck, so he planned to have a good sleep in the water tonight.

Sleep until you wake up naturally. The management of Hogwarts at the end of the semester is more relaxed, because the leaders and student unions at all levels are busy reviewing, and the first-year students who have finished the exams are too naughty and difficult to manage, so some of them are managed with a slack attitude.

Anyway, he didn't plan to run back to the lounge at five or six o'clock tomorrow as usual and pretend to get up.

When he came to the Room of Requirement, a smooth handle appeared on the smooth wall. Linde saw the handle and smiled.

During this period, he made this handle rounder. I still remember that when I first came to the swimming pool, this handle was extremely rough.

Linde gently pushed the door and was about to go in when he heard a familiar disgusting voice.

"You'd better save your life and join me... Otherwise, you will end up like your parents... Who!!"

Linde pulled his hand away and tried to close the door, but the door seemed to be stuck. Because he used too much force, he stumbled.

Linde let go and ran out with big strides. As a result, he felt a strong force behind him pulling him back after running two steps.

Bang!

The room in the Room of Requirement was closed tightly. Only the echo of the door closing could be heard in the dark corridor outside.

"Another Gryffindor..." A disgusting hoarse voice sounded in Linde's ears.

Linde barely opened his eyes and saw a two-faced man standing in front of him. And now he seemed to be controlled by a spell, and his hands and feet could not move. Andersen was also fixed on his shoulder like a sculpture.

The face of Voldemort at the back of the two-faced man's head was facing away from Linde, and in front of him was Harry Potter.

Quirrell was facing Lind.

Harry was also somewhat surprised and puzzled when he saw Lind. But he was more panicked about his inner situation.

"Kill him, don't let him interrupt my conversation with little Potter..." Voldemort glanced at Lind through the Mirror of Erised.

Lind looked around hurriedly.

This was not the swimming pool house he often visited, but an empty house like some kind of dance studio. In the middle of the house, there was a tall and large gold-framed mirror.

The mirror seemed to reach the ceiling, and under the gorgeous golden frame were two claw-shaped feet supporting it. A line of words was engraved on the top: Erised...

Mirror of Erised.

Lind's brain suddenly crashed, and before he could react, he heard Harry exclaim: "Don't... I... I'll give it to you. But you can't hurt us." As he said that, Harry put his right hand in his pocket and took out the Philosopher's Stone.

"Very good... give it to me..." Voldemort screamed, his voice full of impatience, Quirrell also turned sideways, reaching out to take the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's hand.

"Wait..." Harry endured the severe pain in his head and said calmly, "Let Lind go out first, he just broke in accidentally."

As he said that, he pointed to the door that suddenly appeared over there with his other hand.

Harry drank the potion from the other side of the house and crossed the black flame to come here. When he came here, there was no door for Lind to come in.

"Okay... Get out of here, you disgusting guy is really lucky." Voldemort looked down at Lind. At the same time, Lind also felt the restraint on his body loosened.

Lind climbed up and glanced at Harry. He didn't expect this guy to be so smart at this time.

Lind walked towards the door without hesitation. He just wanted to take a bath in the Room of Requirement and encountered such a thing.

Well, although he had been curious about where those rooms that were neither classrooms, offices, nor dormitories came from when he read novels before, he did not expect this answer.

And Dumbledore clearly knew that he liked to come to the Room of Requirement, and the door of this room was the same style as the door of the swimming pool room.

If Dumbledore had not interfered, he would never believe it, and he was furious now. Besides, Harry did not need to worry at all, because he was Dumbledore's little baby!

Sure enough, there is gain and loss. Dumbledore, that old bitch.

Lind walked towards the door, while Andersen said nothing. It was very smart. That night, he and the boss cooperated to play a lot of tricks on these two bitches. His boss did disguise himself, but it did not!

Honestly speaking, the most nervous person in this room right now, oh no, creature, is none other than Andersen.

Lind gently opened the door, but unexpectedly it got stuck again after just a little gap. He looked back and saw Harry looking over here, while Quirrell spread his hands and looked at Harry jokingly.

"We have to follow the rules, right!" At this time, Quirrell stopped stuttering and said calmly. His eyes were shining, and he looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry struggled with his eyes for a long time, and sweat kept dripping down his face. In the end, he handed the Philosopher's Stone over with trembling hands. "Let us go!"

If it was just Harry, he would never give the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell even if he died, but now there was an extra Lind, and he would not allow outsiders to lose their lives because of an accidental involvement.

"I finally... finally got it..." Voldemort's voice was extremely excited and trembling.

Hearing his words, Quirrell waved his hands calmly and made a retching motion.

"No, no, no, Master, oh no, I should call you Voldemort." Quirrell had a happy smile on his face, mixed with a hint of teasing.

"I got the Philosopher's Stone, not you."