Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

With the Illusion Charm, you can hide your figure, and with the Silencing Charm, you can cover up your voice. Solim and the others slipped into the last room leaning against a corner.

Solim had already agreed in advance, just watch and ignore everything else. Even with Solim's words, Evans kept his wand in hand just in case.

The three of Harry had been subdued, and they were tied with the rope that Quirrell conjured up. Quirrell is standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, helpless.

"I thought it was Snape...." Harry struggled, trying to figure out what was going on. He had long believed in his heart that Snape was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell was protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and he had heard Snape threaten Quirrell more than once.

"Oh, yeah." Quirrell heard Harry's words, turned around, and said triumphantly, "Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He flies around like a giant bat, It's very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt...but...poor, stutter...stutter...stutter Where's the Quirrell-professor?" Quirrell laughed. This laughter is not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer-.

"But Snape was trying to kill me on the pitch!" Harry couldn't believe this-everything.

"No, no, it's not like that." At this point, Quirrell looked a little gloomy, "I was the one who wanted to kill you, and I cast the curse on you! Snape has been chanting counter-curses to interfere with me! If it weren't for you The little girl next to me knocked me down and ruined my gaze on you, you should have fallen off the broom long ago." Speaking of this, Quirrell's tone has become vicious.

"As expected..." Hermione lay on the ground without saying a word, she was thinking of a way to escape, but the magic power of adult wizards was obviously much stronger than those of young wizards.

The rope on my body couldn't break free at all.

"Snape...help me?" Snape was saving himself, which was even more unbelievable than Quirrell had just come in.

"I told you a long time ago, Harry! Solim's analysis is very reasonable, you just can't listen to it! If you had listened to Solim earlier, you wouldn't be like this!" Hermione desperately winked at Harry , also emphasizing the name of Solim.

Gryffindor's brains turned quite fast in critical situations, which was quite different from their usual. Harry quickly understood what Hermione meant. The situation just now confused Harry's mind. After Hermione's reminder, he remembered that Solim gave him a ring that could be turned into a knife.

Seeing Harry's movements, Hermione hastily diverted Quirrell's attention: "You put in the Halloween troll too, didn't you?"

Glancing at Hermione, Quirrell said, "Of course it is. It's a pity that while the other professors were looking for the troll, Snape, who was already suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor, which made me fall short. But you Fortunately, little girl, if it wasn't for that Selwyn, you should have been beaten to death by the troll."

Solim was eating popcorn, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him, feeling a little excited for a while. It's a pity that they can't communicate with each other now, because everyone has a silencing spell on them, and the other party can't hear them.

"Now, you just lie there obediently, I need to take a good look at this golden mirror." Quirrell turned around, ignoring the three little wizards who fell on the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised.

He knew he had to do something now, and anything would stop Quirrell from focusing on the Mirror of Erised.

"I saw you with Snape in the Forbidden Forest—I heard him threatening you—" Harry was now trying to distract Quirrell with words.

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, turning around to look behind the magic mirror, "he had his eye on me then, to see what the hell I was up to. He was suspicious of me. He wanted to scare me —Actually, how can he scare me, with Voldemort as my backer?"

"You're not a Death Eater at all!" Hermione said suddenly, "Death Eaters don't call him by his first name."

Quirrell didn't move, he turned his head slowly and looked at Hermione: "You're right, little girl. I'm not a Death Eater. No matter where I go, he's with me."

Harry was about to cut the rope, but when he heard Quirrell's words, he asked in surprise: "I heard you crying in the classroom a few days ago, and I thought it was Snape...... Could it be... at that time .....…yes..…

Glancing at Harry, Quirrell said blankly, "Yes, like I said, he was with me wherever I went. I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still A foolish young man with a ridiculous set of ideas about right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no such thing as right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power. Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have disappointed him many times. He has always been very strict with me."

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and decided to monitor me more closely from now on.. ...." Quirrell's voice trailed off into inaudible silence.

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, "Yes, yes, the Philosopher's Stone, I have to get it." Then Quirrell turned around and looked at the Mirror of Erised again, "But what should I do? Break it? What function does it have? Help me, master..."

In the next second, not only the three people lying on the ground, but also the few people hiding to watch the excitement looked at Quirrell in disbelief—except for Solim, who knew what was going on.

"Use that boy! Stupid! Use him!" came a strangely hoarse and feeble voice from Quirrell.

……… Ask for flowers……

"Okay...... Come here! Potter!" Quirrell clapped his hands together, and the rope that was about to be cut by Harry was suddenly untied.

Harry got up. Walk slowly towards Quirrell. He knew that he had to delay the time now, and this was the only way he could think of at the moment.

"Hurry up!" Quirrell urged Harry irritably.

No matter how much he procrastinated, Harry finally stood in front of the Mirror of Erised. This was the third time he saw himself in the mirror, but this time there were no parents, no family, only another self. When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket——At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy fell into him pocket. It's unbelievable—he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Evans, who has been paying attention to the development of the situation, clenched the hand holding the wand. He has already realized that there is suddenly an item full of powerful magic in this room. In this case, all Evans can think of is the Philosopher's Stone. But should I go up? My task is to ensure that the Philosopher's Stone is within the range of Hogwarts. Even if someone really gets it, as long as it does not leave the range of Hogwarts, I should not care. But now Evans decided to take another look.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

"I saw me shaking Dumbledore's hand." Harry began to make up: "I... I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

"Go away!" Quirrell gave Harry a swearing push, and when Harry stepped aside, he felt the Philosopher's Stone against his thigh. Is it time to flee now? But what about Ronald and Hermione who are still bound?

Before Harry could think about his next move, the hoarse voice from Quirrell spoke again.

"He's lying! He's lying!"

"Come back! Potter! Tell me what you just saw! Tell me the truth! Otherwise..." Quirrell gestured to Ronald and Hermione who were still lying on the ground with his eyes, which was already a naked threat.

"Let me come, let me talk to him face to face."

"But...Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet.

"There is still some strength."

Harry felt himself being entangled in the devil's web again. Quirrell turned, turning his back on Harry, and began to remove the scarf that had been wrapping the back of his head.

When Harry saw the back of Quirrell's head, he wanted to scream, but in fact, someone was already a step ahead of him. Ronald and Hermione had already called out. Fortunately, Neville and Draco had the Silencing Charm on them, otherwise their cries would have filled this small room. .