HP calls me Queen

"You drink that bottle." Harry said, pointing to the bottle of potion that Hermione judged to be receding. A broom, it will carry you through the trap door, past Fluffy - go straight to the owl shack and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to the rescue. I may be able to hold back for a while Snape, but I'm no match for him. And Ron..."

Harry looked at Ron: "Actually, it's safer for you to ride a broom, but I don't think we can keep Hermione, a girl, waiting here."

"You're right!" Ron nodded, he looked like a little man at this moment.

"But Harry—what if the mysterious man is with him?" Hermione asked worriedly

"Well—I got away with it once before, remember?" Harry said, pointing to the scar on his forehead, "I might even get away with it." Hermione's lips trembled, and she rushed to Harry, put his arms around him.

"Harry - you know what, you're a fantastic wizard."
"I'm not as good as you," said Harry very embarrassed, and Hermione let go of him.
"Me!" said Hermione, "it's just a dead book, and a little cleverness! There's a lot more to it than that - friendship and courage - oh, Harry - be careful !"
After she finished speaking, she hugged Ron again: "Ron, in case, in case Harry fails to stop Snape, you must, no, no, forget it, Harry can definitely stop Snape." Min felt very unlucky in the middle of speaking, and quickly changed her words: "You wait, I will go to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick after I let the owl deliver the letter!"

"Don't worry Hermione, we're here!" Ron said seriously.

　"You drink first," said Harry, "are you sure it's the two bottles, you can't make a mistake?"
　"Absolutely not," said Hermione.She took a big sip from the round bottle on the right, and her whole body shivered.
　"It's not poison, is it?" Harry asked worriedly.
　"It's not—but it's as cold as ice."
　"Hurry up, let's go, it won't work in a while."
　"Good luck—be careful—" Hermione hugged Harry and Ron each again, and hurried out of the room.

"Ron!" Harry picked up a bottle for himself and looked at Ron, who had firm eyes.This infected Harry, who threw his head back, hugged Ron, and walked briskly through the black flames.

Like Hermione said, drinking that potion felt like drinking ice.The icy chill suddenly penetrated the whole body.In fact, even Delphine, who was hiding in the hat, was chilled by the chill from Harry's body.

Harry could see the black flames licking his body, but he didn't feel it - for a split second he couldn't see anything but the black flames - and he made his way to the other side, into the took the last room.
There was someone inside, but it wasn't the Snape he thought it was.Even from time to time they worry about Voldemort!

Thin and slender body, that huge, weird hat with circles of cloth straps.It turned out to be Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, you... why are you here?" Harry was a little dazed, he couldn't turn the corner.

Professor Quirrell smiled, and at this time he completely lost his usual timidity.There was no more twitching on his face.

His expression was very calm, and even gave Harry a sense of peace: "Just now, just now, I was still thinking. I don't know if I will see Lee here, Harry Potter!"

"But..." Harry was speechless, "Shouldn't it be, Snape? Where's Snape? I thought..." Harry was a little incoherent, everything was so different from what he expected.

"Snape?" Quirrell seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke, and couldn't help laughing.It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer, mocking in its indifference.

"Yeah, Snape sure doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him around, who'd doubt it? But what about the poor, stammering-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" Rocky imitated that stuttering tone, but his tone and expression were full of mockery and banter.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing at all. After all, for half the semester, he thought he was going to deal with Snape: "But... Snape once tried to kill me, that Quidditch match!"

"I think you made a mistake, classmate Potter." Quirrell smiled strangely: "I was the one who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger. Oh, I have to say That was a very talented little wizard, unfortunately a Mudblood. She rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me over. She broke my gaze on you, if only for a few more seconds, I can throw you off the broomstick. Even if Snape keeps chanting a counter-curse, trying to save your life, it's no use!"

"Snape wants to save me?" Harry asked in disbelief.All the professors in the house might want to save him, but how could that be, Snape?Even without looking carefully, Harry knew that Snape hated him in his heart, though he didn't know why.

"Of course, otherwise, why would Dumbledore run to be a game referee when he was not in the academy, you don't know how much he hates Quidditch." Quirrell said coldly: "He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again. Because Dumbledore is not here, he can only feel at ease when he is on the field." Quirrell snorted: "Others thought Snape wanted to prevent the Gryffindor team from winning, that idiot really made himself very unpopular But obviously his efforts were in vain, you actually came to the door yourself, I will kill you tonight!"

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and a few ropes sprang out from nowhere, binding Harry tightly.

After that, Quirrell and Harry kept chattering, but they never shot to kill Harry.Delphine was almost asleep in the dark.Please, I can no longer use your dialogue to make up the word count, the editor is going to curse.The villain died of talking too much, haven't you heard it?
Just when Delphine wanted to rush out by herself-if she wasn't sure she could beat Quirrell, she would.Harry's rope suddenly came undone.

"Torn apart!" Harry cast the split spell to attack Quirrell as fast as he could, but Quirrell blocked it with just a wave of his hand.

"Using the time to talk to me actually unlocked my spell, Harry, you surprised me!" Quirrell said in amazement, and at the same time tied Harry up again and took away his wand.

Even Delphine was a little surprised by this, and Harry quietly cast the spell to undo Quirrell's shackles.It seems that because of his own existence, the strength of Harry's trio has improved compared to the original plot.Just don't know if this progress is good or bad.

Afterwards, the mirror game, and the villain boss finally appeared.

Delphine couldn't help poking a little bit out of the gap in her robe to look at the legendary ugly snake face.

It's really ugly!Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The color of the face was dead white like chalk, with bright red eyes shining, and two nostrils that were as long and slender as snakes.
""Look at what I have become! said the face, "only shadows and vapours are left... I can only have form even if I share a body with others... But there are always people who will let me enter their hearts and minds... In the past The unicorn blood gave me back some of my strength for a few weeks... the day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the woods... once I got the elixir, I'd be able to recreate one of my own The body...well...now, Harry, why don't you hand me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"
Harry panicked, he didn't expect Voldemort to know.He hurriedly wanted to retreat, but the range was very small.

Voldemort tried to seduce Harry, but was unsuccessful.And Harry, who finally recovered a little strength, tried to escape to the black flames at the door.

"Catch him!" Voldemort ordered.

Qi Luo is so real, if you want to grab it, you really have to grab it with your hands?Are you a magician?
Looking at Quirrell flying up, Daphne admired his ability to resist magic, he can directly use magic on his body to jump so far.At the same time, he mocked his brain, where did the ability to play with the rope just now go?
The next moment, Quirrell grabbed Harry's hand.Judging from the expression.Harry is in pain, Quirrell is in more pain!

Harry tried to struggle, and he succeeded.Or Quirrell let go.He hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers—he saw them blistering one by one.
Disgusting!Delphine complained.

"Get him! Get him!" screamed Voldemort again.Quirrell lunged forward, knocked Harry to the ground, and sat on top of him, wrapping his hands around Harry's neck, but he let go again soon after.
　"Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!"
　Quirrell was still pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hands had let go of Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in bewilderment—Harry could see them as if they had been burned by fire. Yes, bright red.
　"Then kill him, fool, and hurry!" said Voldemort in a harsh voice.
It seemed that Quirrell only remembered that he was a magician at this moment. He took out his wand and prepared to chant: "Avada..."

The magician should keep a distance from the enemy. This is the first lesson every magician in Aegean must learn when he is an apprentice.However the teachers in the HP world don't seem to have taught this, so Quirrell doesn't know.

Harry seemed to sense the danger, and he grabbed Quirrell's face suddenly - Quirrell was still on top of him, and the two were a little too close.

Quirrell had to roll off of Harry, blistering his face.At this moment, Harry suddenly understood: as long as he touches Quirrell's exposed skin, he will feel unbearable pain--Harry's only hope of escape is to hold Quirrell tightly, causing Quirrell to die of pain. Unable to chant mantras to myself.

Harry thought about it, and started to do it.He jumped up, trying to grab Quirrell.

According to the original plot, at this time he will catch Quirrell and turn him into ashes.

However, things changed, and Quirrell, who was in pain, kicked Harry hastily and kicked Harry far away-Harry was still an 11-year-old child after all, and his strength was completely incomparable to that of an adult.

Quirrell resisted raising his wand again.

Delphine moved, not because Harry was in danger, on the contrary, Delphine knew that Harry was in no danger at all.But if I don't show up, I will be in danger!
A powerful wave of magic power had come to the room at some point, and although it hadn't appeared yet, the powerful and astonishing wave of spirit had already swept over Delphine.

Dumbledore!In all of England today only the White Wizard has such powerful magical and spiritual powers.

Dumbledore found himself!His mental power is too powerful, even if he is not good at using it, even if Daphne turns into a bird and snake to hide her body, the fluctuation of magic power cannot be hidden from a wizard of his level.

It should be acceptable not to show his body in front of Voldemort, right?

Delphine could only comfort herself like this, and then jumped out of Harry's hood.

The small snake with the thickness of the little finger turned into a giant python with a body length of more than 20 meters in an instant.No matter Harry, Quirrell or Voldemort, they all froze for a moment.Even Daphne could feel Dumbledore's mental power fluctuate in the dark.

The speed of the bird and snake was extremely fast, and Quirrell froze for a moment, before he could release the spell, he was hit head-on by the bird and snake.The whole person fell out, and the wand also fell out of his hand.

The bird snake circled in the air, and drew Quirrell towards Harry with its tail.

How powerful is the tail whip of a 20-meter python?Professor Quirrell didn't know it before, but he knew it at this moment.He felt that more than half of the bones in his body were broken at that moment.Seeing Harry who was stunned for a moment, and then pounced forward, Quirrell knew he was finished.

Well, in fact, if Harry didn't pounce on him, he would be finished.He could feel the broken ribs piercing through the internal organs.If you don't have a very good therapist, even if you let him hold the wand at this time, you can't save yourself.Not to mention that the wand was out of his hands at this time.

Harry didn't know what that big snake was or where it came from, and he didn't have time to think about it.At least for now, it seems that it is helping itself.

Don't care so much, let's kill Quirrell first.

Harry pounced on him, firmly holding Quirrell who was more than half dead.Daphne watched Harry faint after a while, and then, under Harry's hands, Quirrell quickly turned into a cloud of fly ash, leaving only a robe .

Then, a cloud of mist slowly rose from the pile of ashes.He stayed for a while, then rushed out quickly.The black flame at the door did not hinder it in any way.

It's over, it's hard work!This was Delphine's first thought.

No, there are more troubles.This was Delphine's second thought.