The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

A huge mirror stands at the end of the level.

The gilt frame, supported by two claws-like feet, almost touches the ceiling.

- The Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell rubbed his hands together and walked around the mirror. "Are you sure Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone in?"

Anton walked in slowly from the gate. He didn't know when he put on a loose wizard's robe, and the huge hood covered his head, and a metal mask faintly revealed inside the hood.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Quirrell looked at Anton in amazement, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Anton ignored him, leaned gently against the wall beside the entrance, folded his arms and looked at him coldly.

"Hidden head and tail, ridiculous!" Quirrell sneered, "The Dark Lord is about to be resurrected, we will not need any disguise, we will walk in front of everyone with our heads held high and make everyone fear us."

Ha ha.

Yeah?

With such a force as Voldemort, how dare his Death Eaters do this?

One by one is not hidden.

"Come on, how can I crack this mirror? I'm going to take the Philosopher's Stone out of it and present it to the master." Quirrell tapped the mirror with his hand, and then fumbled around the frame.

"How do I know." Anton's dull voice came from the mask, "You are a professor officially hired by Dumbledore, born in Ravenclaw, knowledgeable and theoretical, you ask me?"

Quirrell took it as a compliment, and happily tapped the mirror to the east and the west, "Yes, it's just me, what do you know."

Voldemort let out a sneer.

Anton said this to Voldemort.

You keep saying how powerful you are, now Dumbledore's mirror is here, can you crack it for me?

You don't say you can't do anything, do you?

Coincidentally, Lao Fu really can't help it.

So he kept quiet very obscenely, creating a sense of mystery. However, the anxious breath of soul fluctuations could not be concealed from Anton.

At this moment, a sound came from outside the door flame.

"You go save Ron... grab two brooms from the room with the keys flying... go straight to the shack where the owl lives and send Hedwig to deliver a letter to Dumbledore, we need him to come to the rescue. I might be able to hold him back for a while. Snape..."

"But Harry... what if You-Know-Who is with him?"

"I got away with it once before, remember? .

"Ha~ha!" Quirrell laughed. "Harry Potter?"

"It's lucky, the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter, all here."

Then, Harry walked in, and Quirrell started talking to Harry gruffly about all the bad things he'd done at Hogwarts.

Just a theme, Snape is a good guy, Lao Tzu is the bad guy.

understand? Bad guy, me!

Anton rolled his eyes wordlessly, how stupid is it to take all the blame on himself and try his best to help Snape clean up when nothing is settled?

Do you really think that Dumbledore was tricked into going to London by a letter, and it would take a long time to come back and chat here?

Sure enough, the villain died of too much talk.

Forget it, talk about it if you like it, anyway, it would have died anyway.

Although Anton couldn't see Dumbledore, he knew very well that Dumbledore didn't go to London at all.

Right at school, not going anywhere. And it's extremely possible, right now.

There is no need for any precise prediction, and I have already agreed with Lao Deng.

Old Deng carefully arranged this game, just to see if it was said in the prophecy that Harry Potter would kill Voldemort.

If not, take the opportunity to observe what is going on with Voldemort, and why not kill him.

This is outrageous. Dumbledore is extremely proud. He claims that there are few people in this world who can compare with him, so why can't he kill a person?

Snapped.

Quirrell snapped his fingers handsomely.

Countless ropes bound Harry and pulled him to the mirror.

"Let me see, I see the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Then Quirrell began to babble about how he was afraid of his Master, how he was persuaded by him, and how he brought him to Hogwarts.

Finally, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore and screamed from his hat, "Take advantage of that boy!"

Quirrell looked back quickly, staring at Anton.

"Idiot, using Harry Potter!"

"Oh." Quirrell quickly pulled Harry to the mirror. "Quick, take a good look."

Harry stared blankly at the mirror, then quietly touched a pocket of his trousers, where it bulged a lot, then he swallowed and followed Quirrell blankly, saying he didn't find anything.

Snapped!

Quirrell shoved him, ready to start figuring it out for himself.

To be honest, Anton couldn't stand it anymore.

Just this IQ, sigh, destroy it!

Finally, Lao Fu told Quirrell to take off his scarf and take care of it himself.

Then Harry turned and ran, and Quirrell grabbed it, his palms blisters as if they had been burned.

Then, Quirrell threw Harry down, pinched Harry, and shivered in pain, "Master, I can't catch him, my hand..."

Voldemort couldn't hold back. "Fool, use a spell!"

Oh, Quirrell finally realized that he was a wizard, and he was scrambling to draw the wand in the wizard's robe. Then Harry touched his face, Quirrell rolled over in pain, and Harry reacted, grabbing his bare arm.

Quirrell screamed in pain, and Voldemort screamed for Quirrell to kill Harry.

Everything was like an absurd, funny and clumsy drama, Anton pouted, and couldn't watch it any longer.

Flying dragon riding face, dear, do you know what flying dragon riding face is?

You, a good professor, let such a first-year wizard kill him with close touch. Isn't it funny?

Where are the ropes that you cast silent spells without a staff?

Anton suddenly didn't want to kill Quirrell anymore. This guy looked like he was coming for a joke. Choosing such a person as his opponent would make him look very unstyled.

Speechless anyway.

Anton can bear it, Dumbledore can't bear it.

Quirrell had struggled to grasp his wand, which, in the wizard's eyes, was the equivalent of a Muggle grasping a firearm, and life and death were instantaneous.

Old Deng quickly appeared, and directly blasted Quirrell into the sky with a spell.

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Snapped!

Quirrell plastered on the wall, and his whole body suddenly turned black, like cracks in magma appearing on his body. "I..." He stared blankly at the cracks in his body, looked at his hands, and finally turned into a shrill cry.

Ashes.

Anton watched all of this curiously. He didn't know whether it was Lily's blood kinship spell's counterattack against Quirrell's temporary Horcrux, or Dumbledore's roasting of Quirrell.

It is possible!

At this moment Dumbledore's face was as cold as a good man.

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