i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 96

Hermione's fingers were pressed on the switch of the flute that could play automatically, and her palms were sweaty now.

The singing voice Ron has already recorded, as long as the switch is pressed, the song will play.

And once the switch is pressed, according to the plan, she will leave here immediately to avoid being attacked by Quirrell or Voldemort.

Rigg and Ron will also start attacking Voldemort to buy time for Hermione.

Originally, Harry was also a member of the attack team, but now he was tied up and fell to the ground, and Hermione was very worried that Harry would be hurt after the battle started.

She waited patiently for the perfect moment.

Rigg and Harry were not in a hurry, once the battle started, the battle would have to be decided, and the professors might arrive if it took a while.

Rigg didn't know whether Miracle had found the professors.

On the top floor of the Hogwarts tower, I found the whole castle's wonder and licked my dry little nose due to exercise fever.

She smelled the tabby cat.

If it wasn't for the professor's help, Rieger's brows were frowned. He had just paid off the experience points of the zero loan, and he might have to owe it again.

Rieg pressed the big tail that wrapped around his waist to his heart, and the big tail twitched him unhappily.

Quirrell is still talking about the love and hatred between Harry's father James and Professor Snape.

Harry even thanked Quirrell a little bit, he said more about his parents than Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore ever said.

Harry listened fascinated, as he was not struggling, the rope was getting looser and looser.

Harry could even sit up and listen in a different position, but Quirrell glanced at him and ignored him.

"You let that troll in?"

Quirrell talked about Snape from James, how could Snape not talk about Quirrell's own brilliance against Snape?

Voldemort in Quirrell's body was secretly accumulating strength, and he was about to come out.

"Of course I do. I have a special way of dealing with trolls—you must have seen how I taught that fellow in that room over there?"

Everyone is not in a hurry, only one person is in a hurry.

Hurry up King Ron.

His arm was already sore from holding the long sword off the ground. After a while, the long sword might fall directly to the ground and reveal his secrets.

He secretly put the long sword on the ground.

The long sword made a small "pop" when it came into contact with the ground and the dust that had accumulated on the ground for an unknown amount of time.

Quirrell's eyes swept over in an instant, and his eyes moved back and forth across the room.

Is it about to start a fight?
Hermione felt the air freeze instantly, and she stared at Quirrell.

The battle is imminent.

The other three were sweating for Ron, and Harry didn't even dare to turn his head away, for fear that Quirrell would really find Ron.

Rigg and Hermione waited with bated breath.

Hermione was really worried that Quirrell could hear her heartbeat.

In case Quirrell finds out, in order to maintain the first-hand advantage, the battle must begin immediately.

The long night tour, the use of the Disillusionment Charm many times, and Rigg's superb level of spells have helped the foursome a lot.

Quirrell glanced at the same empty room as before and the unresponsive Harry, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Because of the constant flow of blood and his weak body, he has often had ringing in his ears recently, and sometimes he can't even hear Voldemort's reprimand.

"Hehe, I will use those methods on you in a while."

Quirrell, speaking dryly, threatened Harry one last time, then turned abruptly to look in the mirror.

Hermione drew back her finger that was about to press the switch in fright.

"Okay, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

As soon as the foursome entered the room, they found the mirror, which was the Mirror of Erised they had seen many times.

It turns out that Professor Dumbledore removed the Mirror of Erised to use it here, Harry thought to himself.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding nervously if the Philosopher's Stone was in the Mirror of Erised.

Harry thought Dumbledore was going to give him the Philosopher's Stone, so he needed to find a chance to look in the mirror.

"Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this. But he's in London right now, and when he comes back, I'll be far away..."

This way Rigg understood why they couldn't find the professors.

It is estimated that they were all fooled away by Qi Luo.

However, it is impossible for the professors to be deceived by Quirrell all the time, maybe they are on their way back now.

Tower top.

Wonderful meowed, signaling Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore who had just rushed back to follow her.

Dumbledore has always been an amiable little old man, and every time the students see him, they are happy.

But there was no smile on his face now, and the blue eyes that had once been soft as the sky were now full of storms.

He flicked his wizard robe and summoned his pet phoenix, Fox appeared beside him in an instant.

Before Dumbledore could move forward, Snape behind Professor McGonagall cursed.

He ignored Dumbledore and strode forward with Wonderful.

In the last room.

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone. I am offering it to my master. But where is it hidden?"

Harry knew, but Harry dared not speak.

Quirrell ignored him, and was still talking to himself: "What's the matter with this mirror? What's the function of it? Help me, master!"

After waiting for so long, Voldemort felt much better, his voice could reach reality.

"It's the Mirror of Erised, you idiot. Use that boy, use Potter."

Quirrell turned to Harry again. "Okay, Potter."

He clapped his hands together, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically.

Harry stood up slowly, but did not pass.

He was worried that he really had the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell will take it, Harry thought anxiously.

"Come here," Quirrell vomited some blood clots, and his expression darkened instantly.

He repeated impatiently, "Take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry couldn't stand still any longer, and Quirrell looked like he wanted to give him a shot any moment.

He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened them.

Harry saw himself in the mirror, pale and frightened at first, which was what he looked like now.

But after a while, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket.

At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into the right pocket of his wizard robe.

He actually got the Philosopher's Stone in this way, and Harry's hand moved as if in a spasm.

He reflexively wanted to touch the Philosopher's Stone, but restrained himself.

Not far away, Rigg and Hermione's eyes lit up together.

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(End of this chapter)