Harry Potter's Cousin Dudley at Hogwarts

"How? What did you see?" Seeing Harry standing in front of the mirror for so long, Quirrell asked impatiently.

"I saw I was shaking Dumbledore's hand, and I won the House Cup for Gryffindor." Harry began to make up things in a hurry.

"Go away, useless thing." Quirrell pulled Harry away, and fumbled for the magic mirror again.

Harry glanced at Quirrell, and stepped back cautiously.

But before he took a few steps back, he heard the hoarse and gloomy voice just now, coming from Quirrell.

This time Harry could make it clear that he didn't hear Quirrell's lips move.

"He's lying...he's lying..."

"Potter, tell me the truth, what exactly did you see just now?" Quirrell shouted at Harry, "If you don't tell the truth, I have more than 100 ways to make you speak."

"What I just said is the truth." Harry looked at Quirrell with a calm expression, but the fingers he put behind him showed that he was not at peace.

"Let me talk to him...I want to talk face to face..." The hoarse and gloomy voice came from Quirrell again.

"However, master, your physical strength has not recovered yet." Quirrell said with a humble attitude and a respectful tone.

"I still have this strength..."

The next thing Harry saw was a terrifying scene.

I saw Quirrell raised his hands, untied and took off the scarf on his head.

Then he turned slowly, facing Harry with the back of his head.

Harry saw the place where the back of his head used to be, with a hideous and terrifying face.

The color of that face was deathly pale and bluish, with two red eyes without eyelashes and eyebrows, and underneath were two snake-like nostrils.

Harry always thought that Voldemort was hiding in the dark and directing Quirrell to work, but he didn't expect to hide on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Harry Potter..." the strange face whispered to Harry. "Once I get the elixir... I'll be able to recreate a body of my own... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

The strange face's voice, like a devil's raving, rang in Harry's ears, luring him.

Suddenly, Harry, who was frightened and unable to move his legs, felt his legs regained consciousness, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Stop struggling, if you want to save your life, trust me...Harry Potter..." That strange face said viciously to Harry with endless malice.

"Stop dreaming!" Harry stepped back slowly, yelling at the strange face.

Quirrell stepped back and approached Harry so that Voldemort's face was still fixed on Harry.

"Hehe...how touching, your parents were the same back then, but they begged me for mercy..."

"You lied!" Harry didn't believe what Voldemort said.

"So what, your parents were very brave back then, but you know how miserable they ended up...Give me the Philosopher's Stone quickly, and don't let your mother die for you in vain." A sinister smile appeared on that evil face, Playing with prey like a cat and a mouse.

"Don't even think about it!"

Almost approaching the wall of fire made of black flames, Harry suddenly ran towards the wall of fire.

"Catch him! Catch him for me!" screamed Voldemort. He was not flexible in this posture, so Quirrell turned around, faced Harry himself, and ran after Harry.

"[All petrified]" Dudley, who was hiding on the pillar, looked at the timing, came out from the pillar, and cast a spell on Quirrell.

"Dudley..." Harry looked back at Dudley. "Dudley, I got the Philosopher's Stone."

"Harry, you go first." Dudley said without looking back, holding his wand.

"But Dudley..."

"No, but the Philosopher's Stone is more important. Go, I won't be able to delay it for long."

Harry looked at Dudley, and turned his head back into the wall of fire.

The petrified Quirrell was quickly lifted from the spell.

Looking at Quirrell who lifted the spell, Dudley thought that the strength of the spell released was related to the magic power, and it had much less effect on these powerful wizard spells.

"Another kid!" Quirrell said angrily, looking at Dudley in front of him.

"Quirrell, leave him alone, grab Harry Potter." Voldemort screamed from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Little devil, today I will show you what the Petrification Curse is." Quirrell waved his arm, and his wand emitted a ray of light, shooting towards Dudley.

Seeing the light approaching, Dudley hastily turned over to escape.

Seeing the ground nearby, where the light hit the hole emitting white smoke, Dudley sneered, "It doesn't look like that."

"[Tree] blocks him."

Dudley waved his hand, and a card flew from his cuff with a faint green light.

"It's you, that guy in the Forbidden Forest is you, and it's you who ruined my good deed!" Quirrell looked at the little figure floating in the air, and immediately glared at Dudley.

It was because of him that he didn't get the unicorn's blood.

To make myself these days, I need to use my vitality to provide it to my master.

"Do you think this little thing like you can stop me?" The last time he was entangled with this thing for so long was because he was weak.

Quirrell raised his wand with hatred, and following the [tree] floating in mid-air, it was a blazing flame.

[Tree] Raised its small hand, green light flashed in the palm, and vines were formed out of thin air, blocking the front.

【Hellfire】

The flame ejected from Quirrell's wand turned black, and there were screams and terrifying shadows coming from the flame.

Black flames whizzed past, and all the vines in front of them were burned.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the [tree] to attract Quirrell's attention, but he just took the opportunity to sneak through the firewall.

As a result, before breaking through the firewall, he saw a ball of fire flying by his side.

The fireball hit the wall of fire, like exploding fireworks, scattered in all directions.

At this time, Dudley realized that the fireball was a [tree] that had been ignited, but this time there was no ashes left.

Dudley just turned his head, ready to look in the direction of Quirrell.

I saw a flash of light.

Then Dudley felt his hands and feet stiffen as he kept manipulating them.

Soon this feeling of stiffness spread all over his body.

Then Dudley felt that his sense of smell, hearing, and sight were all disappearing rapidly.

The reaction of the brain became slower and slower, and finally fell into darkness.

"Little devil, this is the petrification curse." Quirrell walked in and taunted Dudley who was petrified.

"Don't waste time here...Harry Potter...if he runs away..."

Quirrell, who was still thinking about what to do, felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Don't worry, my master."

Quirrell directly pushed down Dudley, who was standing in front of him, and held up his wand, muttering a spell to himself against the wall of fire, and saw that the wall of fire immediately receded like two sides, forming a doorway.

Quirrell lifted his legs and walked through the doorway.