The image slowly unfolded.
Harry's back was facing the image, and they could see Quirrell's smile in their field of vision.
Now, his face was not twitching at all.
"It's me." Quirrell's calm voice came from the mirror. "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."
"But I thought — Snape —"
Even though he could only see the back of Harry's head, Jon could feel his surprise. He raised his hand and touched his beard. Then, he remembered that his current appearance was that of Dumbledore.
In the past, he did not realize that Dumbledore was so tall. Now that he realized it, it did not seem to be of much use.
"Snape?"
Quirrell's laughter came from the mirror. This laughter was not his usual sharp and ear-piercing vibrato, but a chilling sneer.
"Yes, Snape does not look like a good person, right? He is like a giant bat flying everywhere, and is very helpful to us. With him there, who would suspect the — but — poor, stuttering — Professor Quirrell? "
"But Snape wanted to kill me before!"
Harry said in shock. She really could not accept this answer.
"No, no, no, I was the one who wanted to kill you. During the Quidditch competition, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape, and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed my gaze on you. Actually, if she had held on for a few more seconds, I would have thrown you off the flying broom. If Snape had not been chanting a counter spell at the side to save your life, I would have thrown you to your death. "
"Snape wanted to save me?"
"Of course," Quirrell said coldly. "Why do you think he was the referee for your second competition? He wanted to ensure that I would not harm you again. What a joke — actually, he did not need to spend so much effort. With Dumbledore around, I could not do anything.
The other teachers all thought that Snape wanted to prevent Gryffindor's team from winning, and he indeed made himself very unpopular. However, all this is a waste of time. No matter what, I will definitely kill you tonight. "
Quirrell snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a few ropes appeared out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.
Stephen reflexively raised the wand in his hand, wanting to help Harry, but Jon stopped him.
"Don't move. Just watch. Quirrell won't do anything to him. Just be at ease and remember the scene here, as well as the content of their conversation."
He pushed in the air, and a piece of parchment escaped the range of his defensive spell and appeared between the two of them.
He was not the least bit worried about Harry's safety. In the reflection of the glasses, he saw Voldemort's peculiar chaos.
"You're too nosy. I can't let you live in this world anymore. Potter, on Halloween, you were wandering around the school. I knew at that time that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone."
"Did you let that monster in?"
"Of course. I have a special way of dealing with monsters. You must have seen how I taught that guy in that room a lesson?
Unfortunately, when everyone was looking for the monster in a hurry, Snape, who was already suspicious of me, rushed to the fourth floor and tried to stop me. Not only did my monster not kill you, even that three-headed dog did not bite off Snape's leg.
Alright, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror. "
…
Outside, Jon explained.
"That mirror," said Jon from the Eris Magic Mirror, "is what Dumbledore uses to keep the Philosopher's Stone."
It was a very stylish mirror. Its height reached the ceiling, and it had a golden frame. At the bottom, there were two claw-shaped legs supporting it.
At the top, there was a carving of "Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi," which in reverse meant "It shows you more than you want to thank the deepest, most desperate desireof your hearts." It allowed people to see their deepest, most urgent, most intense desires.
If there was a chance, Jon would like to take a look at it too.
…
"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." In the mirror, Quirrell muttered. He used his hand to tap along the frame of the mirror.
"Only Dumbledore can take out something like this. However, he is currently in London. By the time he returns, I will have flown far away."
In the mirror, Harry was twisting and turning nervously as he kept talking.
"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest —"
"That's right."
Quirrell said lazily as he turned to look behind the Magic Mirror. "At that time, he already had his eyes on me. He wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had always been suspicious of me. He wanted to scare me. Actually, how could he scare me? I have the Dark Lord as my backer."
Quirrell turned back from behind the Magic Mirror and stared greedily into the mirror.
"I saw the Philosopher's Stone. I am offering it to my master. But where is it hidden?"
Harry desperately tried to break free from the ropes binding him, but they only tightened around him. He kept talking, trying to stop Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the Magic Mirror.
"But Snape always seems to hate me."
"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said casually.
Quirrell casually said, "Back then, he and your father studied together at Hogwarts. You don't know this, right? They hate each other and are absolutely irreconcilable. However, he never wanted you to die. "
"But a few days ago, I heard you crying. I thought Snape was threatening you."
For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.
"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's orders. He is a great Wizard, and my power is so weak —"
"Are you saying that he was the one in the classroom with you?"
Harry asked in shock.
"No matter where I go, he will always be with me," Quirrell calmly said. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. At that time, I was still a foolish young man who had a set of absurd ideas about good and evil, right and wrong. It was Lord Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no such thing as good and evil, right and wrong in this world. There is only power and those incompetent people who are unable to obtain power. Since then, I have served him loyally and loyally. However, I have also disappointed him many times.
— He has always been very strict with me. "
Quirrell cursed in a low voice.
"I really don't understand. Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror? "
He clearly could not find the trick, but someone else did.
Voldemort's hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the image created by the mirror.
"Use that boy, use that boy."
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