Hogwarts Staff Maker

Harry expected the flames to be hot, but due to the potion, they ignored him.

He could see the flames licking at him, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

After passing through the flames, Harry saw a staircase leading down, and guessed that the next room was there.

He put down his backpack, patted it and said, "Okay! We're here!"

The backpack opened as it sounded, but Harry waited for a few seconds but did not see Liu Sen. He was just wondering when he heard the other person's voice in his ear: "You know and I know, this way we have a better chance! From now on, you pretend to be alone!"

Harry's eyes lit up and he nodded. Then he began to walk down the stairs carefully!

When Harry reached the bottom room, he finally saw the man who stole the Philosopher's Stone! It was indeed Quirrell! Liu Sen was right!

How great it is that it's not Snape! Harry thought happily.

Harry then noticed that Quirrell was standing in front of a mirror, and that mirror happened to be familiar to Harry, as it was the one that brought him fond memories - the Mirror of Erised!

At this time, Quirrell turned his head and said to Harry playfully, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter! ... You don't seem surprised at all?"

Harry subconsciously looked back, but Liu Sen had already become invisible. Thinking of what Liu Sen had told him, he immediately turned back, shook his head, and said in a pretended nervous tone, "I'm still a little surprised! I thought it would be Snape who stole the Philosopher's Stone!"

Quirrell turned around, stretched out his fingers and snapped them, and a high wall of fire suddenly emerged behind Harry, completely blocking his retreat!

And a rope appeared out of nowhere, wrapped around Harry's body like a snake, and tied him up tightly!

After doing all this, Quirrell smiled contemptuously: "You said Snape just now? He really doesn't look like a good person! He's like a giant bat flying around! However, it is precisely because of him that no one doubts the poor... and... stuttering Professor Quirrell!"

Harry's mind was working fast. Quirrell was looking in the mirror. Maybe Dumbledore had hidden the Philosopher's Stone in some way! And the mirror was the key!

Therefore, he had to say something to divert the other party's attention and delay until Dumbledore arrived!

So Harry tried hard to recall, and talked to Quirrell about the encounter with the troll in the ladies' room, the curse on the Quidditch field, eavesdropping on Snape's conversation, and what happened in the Forbidden Forest!

Quirrell, who thought he was just one step away from victory, was in a very good mood. While looking in the mirror, he told Harry all his doubts and all the efforts he had made for the Philosopher's Stone in the past year in a contemptuous and boastful tone!

When mentioning Liu Sen, Quirrell sneered sinisterly and said, "If it weren't for that damn Liu Sen, I would have let you fall to your death from your broom during the Quidditch match! But that bastard actually dared to interrupt my spell with his disgusting stench! And he disturbed my great and noble master! I must kill that kid!"

Quirrell became more and more angry as he spoke, his eyes ferocious as he said, "I'm going to use dozens of 'Heart-Drilling and Bone-Drilling' spells on him! And then slowly remove his limbs! ... Tell me, Potter! What kind of freak is Liu Sen? How can a mere first-year student use such a powerful spell! Why!"

Harry shook his head quickly. He wanted to know the answer to this question too! "I... I don't know!"

Liu Sen, who was watching the fun from the side, had been looking for an opportunity since Quirrell started saying bad things about him, and finally made a move when the other party was questioning Harry!

Liu Sen stood to the side of the mirror, condensed his thoughts into a line, and instantly issued an order to the "working mirror"!

Liu Sen: Mirror! It's me! You do this...! This...! And then this...! Do you understand? Hurry up!

Mirror: It's you again! ... I'm so impressed! I just want to be a beautiful mirror quietly! Why am I so unlucky!

Quirrell turned back to his study of the mirror. He said to himself, "What's wrong with this mirror? I can see the Philosopher's Stone! It's in my hand! But how can I get it? Shatter the mirror?"

At this moment, the picture in the mirror slowly changed!

In the mirror, Quirrell held the Philosopher's Stone tightly in his hand, with greed and determination in his eyes! Then he chanted a spell, and the Philosopher's Stone suddenly emitted a charming red light!

Quirrell in the mirror reached behind his head and pulled, and the Voldemort attached to him was immediately peeled off! Under the red light of the Philosopher's Stone, it quickly shrank and finally turned into a handful of yellow sand!

Then the scene quickly changed, Quirrell in the mirror put on a domineering cloak, and countless wizards bowed down in front of him! He became a new generation of powerful Dark Lord!

After Quirrell saw the scene in the mirror, the excitement on his face lasted for less than a second before being replaced by horror!

"No, no, no! What is this?! This mirror is broken! I don't have such an idea! I don't!" Quirrell said to himself with a trembling voice.

He immediately took out his wand and was about to destroy the mirror.

But at this moment, the voice behind his head sounded!

"Very good! Very good! It seems that my servant has his own ambitions and ideas! No wonder he hasn't got the Philosopher's Stone for so long..."

The voice was cold and hoarse, it was Voldemort who was attached to the back of Quirrell's head!

Quirrell was so frightened that he fell to his knees! He panicked and said, "Master! My kind and great master! I am loyal to you! I don't know what happened just now! The mirror must be broken! How could I... How could I dare to have such an idea!"

But what responded to him was Voldemort's cold laughter: "Hehehe! I dare not... but that doesn't mean I don't want to! This is the Mirror of Erised! It can reflect people's most urgent and desired wishes! It seems... you are not very honest, Quirrell!"

Quirrell was so frightened that his face turned pale! He continued to explain himself incoherently and used all the words he could think of to flatter his master, but unfortunately Voldemort was never a magnanimous person!

"You know what to do! Hurry up! And continue your mission! This is your last chance!"

When Qi Luo heard these words, his whole body seemed to be frozen, twitching uncontrollably every few seconds!

"Don't let me down again! Hurry!"

At Voldemort's urging, Quirrell shuddered violently. He took out his wand tremblingly, then pointed it at himself resolutely, suppressing his extreme fear and shouting, "Crucio!"

Then there was a terrible scream! Qi Luo was twisted and trembling in pain, and he shrank uncontrollably into a shrimp!

After a full half minute, he stood up tremblingly, as if he had just had a serious illness.

At this time, Qi Luo's face was pale, and sweat was pouring down his face as if he had just been caught in the rain.

His legs were still shaking and his body twitched from time to time because of the pain he had just felt.

Harry, who was tied up next to him, was stunned!

Why did he commit self-harm?

Voldemort's voice sounded again: "Now you should realize your mistake! Then continue to get the Philosopher's Stone for me! This is your chance to make amends!"

Qi Luo even stuttered involuntarily due to the nervousness: "Yes, yes, yes... I... my master! You will always be the most... the greatest existence in my heart! I worship you from the bottom of my heart! I am willing to dedicate everything to you!"

Quirrell returned to the mirror and looked at the image in it tremblingly, hoping to see clues about the Philosopher's Stone in it!

But what was shown in the mirror was a tall wizard without a nose! Quirrell frowned in confusion. Who was this guy so ugly?

But suddenly, he realized why that person's temperament and eyes were familiar! That was Voldemort! His master!

"Master! I saw you! You regained your body! So... uh... so unique! Giving me an incomparable sense of oppression! You are so tall! So energetic!..."

"Okay, okay, what else? Where is the Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort said impatiently.

"Let me see! Oh! I see it! The Philosopher's Stone is in your hand! You become the Minister of Magic! The Death Eaters are back too! They are worshipping you! I see many beauties around you! They are vying for your favor! And... um... is that me? You pulled me into the bedroom... and yet, yet...! Oh my God! This! Wait! This is not right! Master! This mirror is broken! This mirror is broken! I am loyal to you! But I am not... I don't have that kind of idea! This is impossible!"

Qi Luo took two steps back and looked in horror at himself in the mirror with a seductive look on his face and his anxious master who was having an intense fight...!!

Qi Luo wanted to die! What on earth was going on?

Liu Sen, who was hiding in the distance, was confused: What did you see? I let the mirror do its thing, and it seems to be doing a good job?