Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

Blakely and the others would look at each other and directly hand the bottle of advancement potion to Harry.

"Go ahead, Harry!" Blakely said with a smile.Just kidding, this is his trial, whoever doesn't go will.

Several other people also agreed with Blakely's approach. Although they were worried, there was nothing they could do.

"Yeah." Harry didn't talk nonsense. Time was running out and he didn't have time to stir things up here.After drinking the potion, Harry rushed directly to the next room.

Soon Harry's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, and then came the next question.

"What should we do?" Draco is indeed a Slytherin. In this situation, his first priority is to maximize benefits.

"Ron went to inform the professors, and Draco went to inform the Ministry of Magic, saying that an unknown thief had entered the academy."

Blakely distributes tasks in an orderly manner. Blakely has always been the core brain among the friends. This is when Blakely comes into play.

"Okay." Draco immediately understood Blakely's intention, took a sip of the returned potion and left.

It is almost impossible to get the Ministry of Magic to help deal with someone who may be Voldemort, and it may even cause trouble for yourself. Only in this way can you easily find help.

As for the Ministry of Magic, which may despise the enemy and send out too few forces, those who come may be fatally threatened.Draco didn't care, and neither did Blakely. Their purpose was just to expose Voldemort to the Ministry of Magic and tear off their ridiculous masks of self-deception.

As the heir of a pure-blood family, Draco knew what the Ministry of Magic was like. This kind of moth would die when it died, so he could give up his seat to the person who should be sitting in this position.

Ron was relatively familiar with the other professors, so it would be most appropriate for him to call the other professors. In the end, the three Blakely insiders decided to follow him and have a look, but they were still a little worried about Harry.

On the other side, Harry reached the next room.As soon as he entered, Harry smelled a familiar and disgusting stench, it was the smell of trolls.There was also a smell of rust, no, it was the smell of blood!

The dark room made it almost impossible for Harry to see the layout of the room, but he could still feel his leather shoes stepping on some liquid, which should be the blood of a troll.

"It seems that Snape has passed. I have to go there quickly." Harry understood the current situation and said to himself.

Snape, who was in charge of taking care of him on the side: (▼ plate ▼#) You said it, is it none of my business? !

Oh, Merlin's pink patterned underwear, your way of thinking is stranger than Voldemort's nose.If you mention me again, I will kick your ass hard with my shiny leather shoes.

Harry quickly ran to the next level, hoping to stop Snape in the next room.But he didn't know that Professor Snape, who was affected by the thunderstorm magic and turned into an afro, was following behind him using the Illusion God Curse.

Arriving at the next room, it was an abandoned classroom, and the professor's chair had long since disappeared.There is a huge ornate mirror in the sunken center of the room.In front of the mirror was a black figure of a man wearing a purple turban.

Harry was very familiar with the mirror and the man.That mirror is the Mirror of Erised, and he deals with it frequently during the Christmas season.That man surprised Harry.

"Professor Quirrell?" Harry looked at the man he had never doubted in disbelief.

"How could it be you? I thought it was Snape..." Harry said in disbelief. How could it be Professor Quirrell, who is harmless to humans and animals?

"Oh, indeed. Compared to Professor Snape, who looks very bad." Professor Quirrell's voice was very calm and a little sarcastic, without any of the stuttering he often showed.

"Who, who, who would suspect, teach, Professor Quirrell, who is harmless to humans and animals?" As if reading Harry's thoughts, Professor Quirrell stuttered again, mocking the young man. savior.

"But that day, Snape tried to kill me during the Quidditch match." Harry was still somewhat willing to believe this reality. After all, he had stared at Snape for so long and firmly believed it, but it turned out to be all wrong.

"No, child. I was the one who wanted to kill you that day." Professor Quirrell said calmly as he looked at Harry walking down the steps, but there was still some guilt and helplessness deep in his eyes.

But our savior didn't notice this at all. He just slowly turned from being overwhelmed at the beginning to anger and hatred.

"Believe me, child." Professor Quirrell's expression gradually changed from calm to ferocious.

"If Snape's robe hadn't been on fire, preventing me from staring at you, I would have killed you long ago." Professor Quirrell said bitterly.

"No matter how much he chants the counter-curse, he can't save you." Although Professor Quirrell's tone and expression were ferocious, he did not take the next step.

"So he wants to save me?" Harry finally remembered Blakely's guess that Snape was his mother's old friend. Although he didn't want to believe it, he finally remembered it.

"I always knew you were a threat, especially after Halloween." Professor Quirrell stared at Harry as he continued his self-destruction.

"Not only you, but Blakely, Gulan, Hermione and Draco are all threats." Professor Quirrell didn't seem to include Ron, although Ron really didn't pose a threat now.

"Did you let the troll in?" Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, but his hand quietly reached into his pocket, which was the Demon Banner given to him by Blakely.As long as the other party is not paying attention and shoots him, the crisis will be over.

Harry still believed in Blakely's alchemy skills. After all, Blakely had always been very reliable and smart.

"That's right! Potter, you got the answer right!" Of course Professor Quirrell noticed Harry's little movement, but he didn't make any move.I don't know if it's because he doesn't take the current Harry seriously at all, or for some other reason.

"Unfortunately, Snape was not fooled."

"Everyone else was busy working in the basement, but he went straight to the third floor to stop me." Professor Quirrell looked a little aggrieved.

"He'll never trust me again."

While Professor Quirrell continued to talk, Harry suddenly felt the scar on his forehead hurt, and it became more and more painful.

"He doesn't understand that I am not alone, never have been." Professor Quirrell's tone was calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of sadness and regret.

"Okay, what is this mirror for?" Professor Quirrell frowned as he looked at the Mirror of Erised.

"I saw what I longed for." Professor Quirrell seemed to be saying to someone.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone, but how do I get it?"

At this time, something happened that shocked Harry. A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the room.

"Take advantage of that kid."

(ps: I don’t think Professor Quirrell is a bad person. I remember that his wand is the tail feather of a unicorn. How can he be a bad person?

I have always thought that Professor Quirrell was forced to do nothing. Otherwise, judging from Professor Quirrell's few actions, Harry would have been dead long ago. He was a master of silent and wandless spells. )