Voldemort's command had a great effect on Quirrell.
He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry automatically loosened. Harry slowly stood up.
"Come here," Quirrell said again. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."
"Will there be any problems?"
Stephen asked worriedly.
Jon shook his head, and then remembered that he was in a concealed state, and Stephen could not see him.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Dumbledore's defensive setup is very clever. We just need to follow him and don't worry about Harry's safety. As long as he's smart enough to not hand the item directly to Quirrell, everything will be fine."
Harry should not be that stupid, if what he remembered was true.
In the image, Harry began to walk towards the magic mirror.
He saw himself in the mirror. At first, his face was pale and frightened, but after a while, he smiled. The Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket — at that moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. It was incredible — he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.
"How is it?"
Quirrell asked impatiently. "What did you see?"
Not only was Harry nervous, but Jon and Stephen were also nervous outside. Stephen did not know the truth, and was really worried about the Philosopher's Stone. However, Jon knew that the Philosopher's Stone was no longer useful, and he was only worried about Harry.
Although he knew that Harry was protected by Lily Potter's Forbidden Spell, he was still worried.
However, he did not move.
For so long, he had done many things against his will, and even began to interfere with Harry's actions, but he had never appeared in front of Harry.
He did not have any interaction with the "main character of the story". He could be a shadow behind him, but Harry could not turn around and look for him.
This was Jon's bottom line.
Now, he still had to hold on.
Harry also thought so, and he also had something he needed to hold on to, so he was lying.
"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he made up a story. "I — I won the School Cup for Gryffindor."
Quirrell began to curse again.
"Get out of my way."
Harry stepped aside, but he had not taken five steps when he heard a sharp voice speak, and Quirrell's lips did not move at all.
"He's lying … he's lying …"
"Potter, come back here!"
Cried Quirrell. "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 bit of strength … I still have it …"
Both inside and outside the room, the three of them, including Harry, watched as Quirrell raised his hand to remove the scarf from his head. As the large scarf fell down, Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.
A face grew where the back of Quirrell's head should have been.
Harry had never seen such a hideous face before - deathly white as chalk, with glowing red eyes, and long, thin snakelike nostrils.
"Harry Potter …"
He said in a whisper.
"Look at what I've become!"
Said the face. "Only shadows and steam are left … I can only have a form when I share a body with others … However, there are always some who are willing to let me enter their hearts and minds … In the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn allowed me to recover some of my physical strength … That day in the forest, you saw Quirrell drinking blood for me … Once I get the Elixir of Immortality, I will be able to recreate a body of my own … Alright … Why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"
These words did not sound enticing at all. Jon frowned. This was not the same as the Voldemort he knew. That Voldemort should not be like this. He should be full of flowery words. It could only be said that reality was not the same as the stories.
This was especially so for Jon. Compared to the people here, he had lived in a more advanced world and experienced the bombardment of information on the internet. Therefore, his immunity to such things was much stronger.
Wasn't it just brainwashing?
Who had not been brainwashed? In his era, there was no way to resist brainwashing. It was simply like a naked girl falling into a group of single men who had been thirsty for decades. She could only be trampled on.
"Don't be stupid," said the face fiercely. "It's best to protect your little life and rely on me … Otherwise, you will end up like your parents … They begged me to spare their lives before they died …"
"Liar!"
Shouted Harry suddenly. Apparently, Voldemort had stabbed his scar, which had the opposite effect.
Quirrell retreated closer to him, which allowed Voldemort to still stare at him. Now, there was a sinister smile on that evil face.
"How touching …" he said in a hoarse voice.
"I have always admired courage … Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then … I killed your father first, but he would rather die than submit and bravely fought with me … Your mother did not have to die … She risked her life to protect you … Alright, give me the Philosopher's Stone. Don't let your mother die for you."
"Don't even think about it!"
Harry rushed towards the door burning with black flames. Voldemort screamed, "Catch him!"
Immediately after, Quirrell flew over and grabbed Harry's wrist tightly. Stephen had already raised his wand and was ready to strike, hoping to stop Quirrell. However, Jon revealed himself and revealed Dumbledore's appearance. He grabbed Quirrell's wrist, indicating that he did not need to worry. Sure enough, after a few breaths, Quirrell let go of his hand. Harry looked around blankly for Quirrell, only to see him arching his body in pain and looking at his fingers. One by one, they were bubbling up.
"Master, I can't hold him … My hand … My hand!"
Although Quirrell was still pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, his hand had already let go of Harry's neck. At this moment, he was staring at his palms in confusion. Harry could see that they were red and shiny, as if they had been burned by fire.
"Then get rid of him, you idiot. Hurry up!"
Said Voldemort in an ear-piercing voice. Quirrell obeyed and raised his hand, preparing to chant a death curse. However, Harry below was suddenly shaken by something. He jumped up like a carp and reached out to grab Quirrell's face.
"This is a forbidden spell left behind by Harry's mother."
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