Retirement from Hogwarts

Harry got up from the ground with difficulty after being pushed out by Neville.His eyes were fixed on the big pit that was smashed by the troll lord with a giant hammer, and a line of blood and tears slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Quirrell!!! How dare you!!!"

Harry rushed towards Quirrell angrily.Before he could get halfway, a huge hand grabbed him and slammed him into the pillar of the hall.

"Harry, Harry, you are not acting like the great savior that others say you are. You dare to come to me and fight for your life without even knowing how much you weigh. I should say that you are worthy of being an ancestor. What a Gryffindor."

"You bastard, you actually killed Neville. I'll fight you." Harry struggled hard, trying to pull his body out of the pillar.

"Kill that little tearbag?" Quirrell turned around from the mirror and looked at Harry who was pressed against the wall by the troll. "You stupid lion wouldn't have just come in without knowing the rules."

"What rules?" Harry asked, looking at Quirrell confused.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to actually come in without investigating anything." Quirrell couldn't help but curled his lips after hearing Harry's words.Then he flicked his wand, and a crackling sound sounded particularly harsh in the empty basement.As the sound rang out, vines covered with barbs emerged from all directions, tying Harry tightly to the pillar behind him.Another grunting sound came from Quirrell's mouth, and the troll who was standing in front of the pillar supporting Harry turned around and nodded to Quirrell.He strode out of the empty basement.

"What did you ask him to do?" Harry asked Quirrell, resisting the stinging pain in his body.

"Why should I tell you, Lord Savior? I think you should take care of yourself first." Quirrell stared at Harry suspiciously and said. "These undead vines are specially prepared for you. Enjoy your last moments."

"Why you? It was obviously Snape who turned to Voldemort." Harry, who discovered that Jack had not yet been exposed, tried to delay time with a trembling voice.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed.It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. "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 poor, stammer-stuttering Quirrell-Professor?"

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed My stare at you, in fact, just a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse, trying to save your life, I would have thrown you You fell to your death."

"Snape trying to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly, "Why do you think he would referee your second match? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. It's ridiculous...actually he didn't need to bother. With Dumbledore here, what am I doing?

It can't be done either.The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular.However, this is all a waste of time. Anyway, after tonight, everything should be over. "

"What the hell did you ask those trolls to do?"

"What are you doing? Okay, Lord Savior. It seems that you won't die quietly if you don't satisfy your curiosity. I told him a new secret passage leading to the inside of the castle. I guess they should have already Enter Hogwarts. Well, just wait and see, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell.It's the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing. But he is in London at the moment. By the time he comes back, I will have already left."

"I saw you in the Forbidden Forest after your match with Snape—" Harry tried to stall for time.

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, turning behind the magic mirror to check. "He had already set his sights on me at that time and wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had been doubting me. He wanted to scare me. I--actually, how can he scare me? Voldemort is my backer."

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

"I have seen the Philosopher's Stone. I am presenting it to my Master. But where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they were getting tighter and tighter.He must stop Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said nonchalantly. "Oh my God, of course he hates you. He and your father were at Hogwarts together, didn't you know that? They hated each other and they had nothing in common. Dai Tian. But he never wants you to die."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you..." A tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face for the first time. "Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's instructions - he is a great wizard, and my power is so weak -" "Do you mean that the person who was in the classroom with you at that time Is it him?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He was with me wherever I went," Quirrell said calmly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was a foolish young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil. idea. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power... Since then, I have served him loyally, but I also have I have disappointed him many times. He has always been very hard on me." Quirrell suddenly shuddered. "He never easily forgives my mistakes. He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts on Diagon Station. He punished me... and decided to monitor me more closely from now on. one"

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.Harry thought about the time he went to Diagon Alley - why hadn't he thought of that at the time? He had clearly seen Quirrell that day and even shook hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron.