Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Quirrell turned around slowly, and was dumbfounded when he saw six people standing in front of him. He looked at everyone suspiciously and muttered to himself: "Grindelwald, Potter, Granger, Weasley, Malfoy, and so on, who is the last one? It doesn't matter. Everyone must bow down in front of my great master." His speech was clear, without any of his usual stuttering.

"Two souls are entangled with each other," Merlin said. "No, one soul is parasitizing another soul? Haha, your soul is broken and your life is half dead. How did you get yourself into this state?"

Quirrell's face was gloomy and uncertain. He said sinisterly: "It has nothing to do with you. Where did you come from?"

"Oh! Hello!" Merlin said, "My name is Merlin. I think you should have heard of my name."

Quirrell gave a shrill laugh. "Hmm, Merlin? I'm still a Slytherin."

"Slytherin?" Merlin seemed to be thinking. "It's a familiar name. I think I taught him magic for a while. He's a very talented child."

"Enough!" Quirrell's voice was cruel, "I didn't come here to play house with you." After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and dense ropes appeared out of thin air and tied up several people.

Merlin casually tapped his wooden staff on the ground, and the ropes broke into pieces and fell weakly to the ground, turning into beautiful white flowers one after another. Eris had never seen such beautiful flowers.

Soon the ground was covered with white flowers, forming a sea of ​​flowers. Quirrell snapped his fingers and the overwhelming flames were about to engulf several people. Merlin shook the wooden staff in his hand, and the flames dissipated and turned into a drizzle. A rainbow even hung right above the Mirror of Erised.

Qi Luo's face was gloomy. Just as he was about to make another move, a hoarse and ethereal voice sounded: "Stop, let me talk to them."

"But, Master..." Quirrell wanted to say something.

"I'm not consulting with you, Quirrell..." the voice said again.

Quirrell turned around, with his back to the crowd, and with trembling hands he took off the ridiculous turban.

A horrifying scene appeared in front of everyone. There was actually another face on the back of Quirrell's head: the snake-like pupils shrank into a vertical line, emitting a strange red light; the nose was also a snake-like "eight" slit; fine snake scales were faintly visible on the pale cheeks; the cracked lips moved, and the teeth in the mouth were sharp.

"So, are you really Merlin?" said the snake-like face.

Merlin stroked his chin and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk! How pitiful! If I were to become a ghost like this, I would definitely hide in the eternal land and not come out easily to avoid scaring others."

Facing the angry look of the snake face, Merlin laughed and said: "Yes, I am Merlin, what is your name?"

"Others call me: The Dark Lord, but you are different. You can call me: Voldemort!" said Voldemort.

"That's an ugly name," Merlin pouted, "So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Voldemort's voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, but it had a kind of bewitching power: "I think you must agree with some of my views. There is no ridiculous good or evil in this world. There are only people who hold power and those incompetent people who are trampled under the feet of those in power. Can you really have no desires and no desires to survive until now? Join me, we can rule the world together, become my partner, Merlin, I think I deserve your favor more than those children around you."

Merlin glanced at Voldemort with some disgust, and said quietly: "But these children are my beloved relatives, friends, brothers and sisters..."

Voldemort's voice was somewhat disappointed: "So, you rejected my kindness?"

Merlin said, "No, no, no, what I mean is: you have to pay more. It's almost enough to give me your life in exchange for it."

After saying that, Merlin waved the wooden staff in his hand, and the white sea of ​​flowers turned, forming one magic circle after another. A magic circle similar to the confinement magic lit up, imprisoning Voldemort and isolating him in a small space. The rest of the magic circles lit up one after another, and overwhelming attacks appeared in that small space. Before Voldemort could react, he was submerged in countless magical lights.

The light faded, Quirrell's figure disappeared, Merlin waved his wooden staff casually, and numerous magic circles and the sea of ​​flowers disappeared at the same time, and the room returned to its original appearance.

Merlin glanced at the five children around him and said jokingly, "Why don't you say anything?"

Hermione, Ron, and Draco all looked at Merlin in admiration. Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked to the Mirror of Erised, with Aeris following behind him.

The Harry in the mirror smiled strangely and stretched out his hand. A small blood-red stone-like object appeared on his palm. The Harry in the mirror put the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket and blinked twice.

Harry subconsciously touched his pocket and found a Philosopher's Stone in it. Aeris and Harry walked back to Merlin, who was still chatting and laughing with a few people, and Harry showed the Philosopher's Stone to everyone.

"Is this the Philosopher's Stone?" Merlin was surprised. "I didn't expect there are still people who can make Philosopher's Stone..."

Before Merlin could finish his words, a puff of black smoke rose up, and at the front of the black smoke was Voldemort's terrifying face, who was rushing towards Harry with a roar. Merlin was about to make a move when the black smoke that hit Harry let out a painful howl and turned into a black light and fled into the distance.

Merlin carefully checked Harry's body, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Harry is fine. He has a very powerful magic protecting him. This magic will protect him until he reaches adulthood. But this magic has a flaw. Every year, Harry must live with his blood relatives for more than half a month before this magic will be triggered..."

Applause suddenly broke out. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Professor Dumbledore, dressed in a sky blue robe and with silver hair and beard, walking towards them.

The five children looked at each other awkwardly, only Merlin greeted them with a smile: "Hello, old man, if I'm not mistaken, you are the principal of this school, right? I'm Merlin, nice to meet you."

Professor Dumbledore glanced at Aris meaningfully and said gently, "Sir Merlin, I am still a child in front of you."

Harry walked up to Professor Dumbledore and handed the Philosopher's Stone to the headmaster. Professor Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Although the exams are over and there is no need to attend classes anymore, I still want you to try to abide by the school rules. You should not be here now, but should sleep in your comfortable beds until dawn. Go back and rest first, children. I still want to talk to Sir Merlin."

After saying goodbye to Professor Dumbledore and Merlin, Aris and his companions returned to the hallway where the flying key was. The protections of all the rooms along the way had been lifted. A few of them flew up to the trapdoor on their flying brooms. Aris carefully stuck his head out and found that Fluffy had also been transferred to another place.

After they left the fourth floor, they used the invisibility cloak to cover their figures and first sent Draco to the basement where the Slytherin common room was located, and then returned to the Gryffindor common room. After saying good night to each other, this long night seemed like a dream.