Hogwarts Elemental Destroyer

Harry looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

In such an empty room in the underground palace, the only other person besides him was Professor Quirrell standing in front of the magic mirror.

Quirrell turned and held out a hand to Harry.

A change from the amiable smile of the past.

He shouted sharply: "Come here, Potter!"

Quirrell didn't even cast any spells.

He stared at Harry fiercely, not worrying at all that Harry could escape.

In fact, Harry didn't intend to run.

He knew very well that the gap in strength between him and Qiluo Zhijian was as huge as a Tianzhe.

There was no way to escape, no chance to escape.

He could only walk towards Quirrell cautiously.

"Tell me what you saw?"

Only then did Harry notice a huge mirror standing in front of the two of them.

It reaches the ceiling, has a golden frame, and is supported by two claw-shaped feet at the bottom. (original description)

The top is engraved "Eristra ehluait Ubika Fruait on Voges."

The reverse of that string of English words is "What I show is not your face, but the desire in your heart."

Harry suddenly realized.

Is this the Mirror of Erised mentioned in that letter? 33 novel network

Sure enough!

But can it really see what it desires most.

Harry stared at himself in the magic mirror.

Suddenly two figures, a man and a woman, walked out from behind Harry in the mirror.

They each put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

The woman's other hand gently touched Harry's forehead, showing a kind smile.

Those are his parents!

Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes. He had only seen his parents in photos.

Unable to bear it, he stretched out a hand to make sure that what he saw falling to the ground was real.

All that can be touched is the cold mirror.

"How's it going? What did you see?" Quirrell asked eagerly.

He can't wait to ascend to a position below one person and above ten thousand people.

Just help Voldemort get the Sorcerer's Stone.

Power, money, power, everything is at your fingertips.

Harry opened his mouth and finally said: "I see I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore! I won the Academy Cup..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, a hoarse voice sounded again.

"He's lying!"

The person who knows you best is not yourself, but your opponent.

Voldemort stole Harry's consciousness for a long time and knew his inner desires very well.

There was absolutely no chance of Dumbledore.

I originally wanted to save some power, but now it seems I can't.

An invisible spell penetrated Harry's body.

Just for a moment.

What Harry longed for most had changed.

Harry in the mirror actually took out a dark purple crystal from his pocket, then put it back into his pocket and winked at him playfully.

Harry's expression was replaced by shock.

Before I could realize what happened.

There was a heavy feeling in my pocket.

When Quirrell wasn't paying attention, Harry pinched his pocket gently.

His face changed slightly.

If I guess correctly, this is what Quirrell wants.

"Tell me what exactly you saw?"

Quirrell looked ferocious, and what little patience he had left was exhausted. If Harry hadn't been useful, he would have slapped him to death.

"Let me talk to him."

Quirrell put away his arrogant and ferocious expression and said respectfully: "Master, your physical strength is not enough."

"I still have this strength."

Hearing this, Qi Luo said no more.

Turning his back to the magic mirror, he took off the cloth that had been wrapped around his head all year round.

Only then did Harry realize that there was actually a human face on the back of Quirrell's head.

An old and twisted human face.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

Harry felt a dull pain from the mark on his forehead.

All kinds of rumors and clues that I had heard were connected together.

If nothing else, he is the owner of this face.

"Voldemort!"

"Yes! Look at what I look like, how I linger on, living as a parasite in someone else's body, and can only survive on some unicorn blood."

Voldemort's eyes showed great anger.

If he hadn't been plotted, how could he, who was supposed to rule the magic world, end up in this situation.

"The blood of a unicorn can only keep me alive, but it can't give me a body. But there is one thing it can do. It's in your pocket."

During the conversation, Voldemort became a little sluggish again.

Using two pinching divine thoughts in succession did consume a lot of his physical strength.

Harry looked serious.

He knew that if Voldemort really got the Sorcerer's Stone, the consequences would be disastrous.

Harry had just taken a step back when Quirrell noticed him keenly.

Raise your hand and snap your fingers, you don't even need to use your wand.

The entire underground palace was surrounded by blazing fire.

"Don't be stupid. Why seek death on your own? It's better to share eternal life."

Voldemort's bewitching words sounded again.

But these were not enough to seduce Harry's heart.

The hatred for killing his father was irreconcilable, not to mention that Voldemort had ulterior motives.

Harry refused without hesitation.

"What about your parents? As long as we work together, it won't be difficult to come back from the dead."

Harry's heart trembled suddenly, and his breathing became a little faster.

From afar, I saw my parents reflected in the magic mirror.

Their eyes were so kind.

Take out the magic stone in your pocket.

The Philosopher's Stone has magical power and can make people live forever. As for whether it can bring people back to life, Harry doesn't know.

Since Voldemort needs the Philosopher's Stone, it means that the Philosopher's Stone has the ability to bring him a physical body.

Maybe what he said is true!

Maybe everything in the magic mirror can really come true!

Voldemort noticed Harry's confusion and smiled.

As long as Harry agrees, he has a chance to become one with Harry.

There is no savior in the world, only Harry Voldemort.

at this critical moment.

A figure rushed through the flames with lightning speed, grabbed the magic stone and retreated quickly.

"Get it back, quickly!"

Voldemort was so angry that someone would shoot him at every turn.

No matter who it is, she must die.

Quirrell ignored Harry and jumped out of the underground palace.

However, what greeted him was a fist as big as a sandbag.

Quirrell flew back at an even faster speed and fell heavily to the ground.

Voldemort added a mouthful of dust on the back of his head.

Now Voldemort no longer hides his face.

Roaring: "Kill him, you idiot!"

But how could a fighter give Quirrell a chance to cast a spell.

Qi Luogan just opened his mouth and chanted a spell.

A piece of gravel flew into his mouth.

Followed closely by the long legs of the fighter.

His whip legs were like cannons, and he kicked Quirrell hard.

At that moment, Quirrell felt that all his internal organs had shifted.

He licked his throat and a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.