Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Harry had never imagined in his life that there was such a person who could make him hate a thousand times more than ten Snapes and a hundred Malfoys combined - if he could still move, he must Use your fist to hit that guy in the face hard until he can't move anymore!

But unfortunately, he is now under a petrification curse, and there is no moving part of his body except his eyes. He could only see with his eyes and listen with his ears to the conversations that made him shudder and nauseate:

"oh?"

Chilo was also surprised when he saw this change: "Are you... Baron Shafiq?"

"Yes, Professor Quirrell, Professor Dark Lord."

Balon said softly in an elegant tone: "I was entrusted by Ken to bring you this great gift, so that you can kill the culprit who caused you to lose your body and witness your glory coming again."

"Are you willing to come?"

Quirrell suddenly turned around and untied his turban, revealing a scene that made every pore in Harry's body tremble - where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. I have seen such a ferocious and terrifying face before. The face was as white as chalk, with bright red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

The face's lips moved, and he spoke softly, looking at Balon with great interest, without even looking at Harry.

"Yes, Professor."

Baron's pupils shrank slightly, but the smile on his face remained unabated: "Ken has deduced that what you need is Nico Flamel's magic stone by consulting some information and sorting out clues. At that time, he was running around to help you, getting close to Hagrid, and exploiting the three-headed dog's weakness, but found that you were already one step ahead of him..."

"So, he plans to give you an extra surprise - and in this school, what could be more appropriate than Harry Potter?"

"So he entered the passage in advance, explored the mechanisms, and found that they posed no threat to you at all. Then he threw various clues to Potter, making him think that he was the savior. Only he could prevent you from obtaining the Magic Stone, and then he Under my guidance, I passed through the mechanism unimpeded, and rushed in with my head lowered like a Tebo warthog until I was in front of you..."

"..."

Harry's eyes were splitting, and the breath was trapped in his throat, making his throat almost split. But he was so angry that he couldn't feel the pain at all.

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort let out a burst of harsh laughter, mixed with Quirrell's low laughter behind him: "Interesting, so interesting, he can actually give me such a big gift..."

"Where is he now?"

Balon looked directly into his scarlet eyes and smiled: "He is a little afraid to come to see you now - after all, he inquired about the Philosopher's Stone in private, and you did not allow him to participate in this matter. Everything is his fault." I make my own decisions for fear of dissatisfying you..."

"Hahaha... dissatisfied? How could I be dissatisfied... With this credit alone, he can surpass all my Death Eaters..."

"Unlock Potter's spell, Balon. I want to speak to him."

"As you command, Professor."

Balon conjured some ropes to trap Harry, and then waved his wand to release the petrification spell on Harry.

"Baron Shafiq!! You..."

"Listen to me, Harry Potter..."

Voldemort's soft whisper seemed to have magic power, making Harry, who had planned to use the most offensive words he knew to scold Balon, unable to make a sound. At the same time, Harry seemed to have gradually forgotten the hateful Balon in his mind. All that's left is those scarlet eyes...

"Look what I have become! Only shadow and steam are left... I can only have a form when I share a body with others... And only the blood of unicorns can restore some of my strength... ...That day you saw Quirrell drinking blood for me in the Forbidden Forest..."

"Qi Luo..."

Harry repeated the name absentmindedly, and after a while he raised his head in disbelief: "From beginning to end, except for Snape, Ken, Balon and Quirrell were all your subordinates?!"

"Snape? Huh, he doesn't know my existence or my intentions. Even in order to explain to Dumbledore, he tried every means to prevent Quirrell from getting the Sorcerer's Stone. When Quirrell wants to throw you to death When you are there, he will recite a counter-spell to protect you..."

"Snape is protecting me?! But..."

"Okay, Harry Potter, savior...don't ask any more questions. I'll give you a chance to live, do you want it?"

Voldemort impatiently interrupted Harry's question, and then asked with a strange smile.

"You want me to reveal the secrets of the Philosopher's Stone and Dumbledore? Stop dreaming!!"

Harry's face was pale and his voice was trembling, but he still mustered up the strength to shout angrily at Voldemort.

"No, no, I know you won't do this... I just ask you to come to this mirror and tell me what you see in it. As long as you complete such a simple request, the kind Voldemort may forgive you. Take your life..."

"Baron, move him in front of the mirror."

"Yes, Professor."

Balon said respectfully, then waved his wand and moved Harry, who was bound and unable to move at all, to the mirror.

'Why would he let me do this? ’

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, his mind racing: 'He will definitely not do anything meaningless, and he will definitely not let me off lightly... Could it be that the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden in the mirror and he can't get it out? ’

'I can't tell the truth, I have to find a way to deceive him...'

He was horrified to see himself in the mirror showing a smile that definitely did not exist on his face - then, the mirror image reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone in again. Pocket - At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket.

‘I… got the Philosopher’s Stone? In my pocket? ! ’

'Great, Voldemort didn't even see it, I could fool him...'

"Okay, as expected, you took out the magic stone and it's in your pocket..."

Voldemort chuckled and looked at Harry as if he was struck by lightning. His face suddenly turned pale: "Ken really helped me a lot. What he sent to me was not only Harry Potter, but also a weapon that can open Dumbledore's door." The key to block it...hahaha..."

'No. ’

Harry shook his head in horror: He actually became the key to helping Voldemort?

'No, don't be like this, it shouldn't be like this...'

'Everything is too late...'

"Quirrell, give me your body."

He vaguely heard Voldemort say this, and then saw Quirrell turning around with a sinister smile and raising his wand towards him...

"Avada Kedavra!!"

He closed his eyes tightly and waited desperately...

Nothing happened.

"Um?"

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and looked at the wand and hands in confusion: "Have I not recovered my power yet...can't even cast a killing curse?"

He was about to raise his wand and try again, but was interrupted by another trembling voice:

"Teach...professor?"

"What's wrong, Balon?"

Voldemort asked gently - he was in a good mood at the moment. Anyway, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone had fallen into his hands, and he had ten thousand ways to deal with him...

"I, can I be your Death Eater?" Baron suppressed his excitement and said: "The Shafiq family has longed for you for a long time, but they are unable to defect to you because of foreign affairs... It has been more than ten years now, you I will be resurrected soon, and all obstacles will no longer exist. I, I want to be the first..."

"Haha, how could I refuse a hero who has just made a great contribution... Come here, Baron."

thump.

It was hard for Harry to imagine that a person could be so shameless - he saw Balon knelt down directly, moved his knees in front of Voldemort, opened his arms, and couldn't hide the excitement in his voice: "I...I Can I give you a hug, Professor...Master?"

"certainly."

Voldemort said gently, while accepting Balon's hug, he opened his sleeves...

"I did it."

Balon hugged Quirrell's body tightly and murmured full of surprise and disbelief: "I did it! I did it!!"

"Of course you did, my death-eating... ughhhhhh!!!"

Voldemort suddenly let out a shrill scream, and Quirrell's body began to limp and tremble uncontrollably...

"what have you done?!"