Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Quirrell was constantly wondering in his heart.

How come a kid from a Muggle family can always find his vital point accurately?

During Quidditch, he was the one who interrupted his own spell.

In the basement, it was he who knocked the troll unconscious with an uppercut.

And now, he even passed directly through the obstacle set by Snape, the black flame that only allowed one person to pass through.

Some things are not truly shocking unless you see them with your own eyes.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and countless ropes appeared out of thin air, wrapping around Harry and Dudley.

Harry was a little slow to react. Before he could even chant a spell to resist, he was tied up tightly with ropes.

But Dalin, the boxer, reacted so quickly that he drew the knife from his waist as soon as Quirrell opened his mouth - it was a Christmas gift from Hagrid.

Although the knife looked rough, the steel tip was of excellent quality. Dudley sharpened it to an extra sharp edge in his spare time. A few flashes of cold light appeared, and the flying ropes broke into pieces of hemp knots.

"You are so nosy, Potter!"

"On Halloween, you were wandering around the school, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone."

"I can't let you live in this world anymore."

Quirrell kept talking, and with a wave of his hand, several chains were quickly tied around Dudley. Dudley exclaimed, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Although you are a character outside of our plan, this is enough."

Giving Dudley a meaningful look, Professor Quirrell tapped the Mirror of Erised behind him.

How could Harry not understand what he meant?

The giant monster in the basement was released by Professor Quirrell, and Snape, who had always been targeting him, protected him many times invisibly. This made the young man's proud heart feel guilty and annoyed, and he only hated himself for not noticing Professor Quirrell's weirdness.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Dudley, only to find that his cousin had an expression that was exactly what he expected.

"I have seen the Philosopher's Stone... I am presenting it to my master..."

"But where is it hidden?"

Quirrell stared at the mirror obsessively. Dudley and Harry felt that his tone was full of flattery and fawning. The fact that such an adult male could show such submission showed how great Voldemort's dominance was.

"I saw Snape and you in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry couldn't break free from the ropes, so he could only hope to use conversation to delay Quirrell's actions.

"Yes, that's right, he had already set his sights on me at that time."

"Want to scare me? I have Voldemort as my backer."

The part at the back of his head, the turban, moved oddly.

"But Snape seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you, an irreconcilable hatred. Haha, you don't know that he and your father studied at Hogwarts together - but he wouldn't want you to die."

As if he had won, Quirrell started chatting with Harry.

It turned out that when he was traveling in Albania, he was unexpectedly bewitched by Voldemort - in his words, it was called "inspiration". Quirrell, who was suddenly enlightened, submitted to the rule of the Dark Lord and worked for him respectfully and obediently.

The theft at Gringotts was naturally committed by Quirrell, but unfortunately, he did not succeed and was punished by Voldemort.

Quirrell's expression turned into one of fear. This was the first time Harry saw him looking so miserable.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this kind of master, what's the point of following him?"

Dudley suddenly laughed out loud. Quirrell was startled and quickly stood up and walked quickly to Dudley.

"You are insulting your master, aren't you? What a gutsy... Mudblood!"

Quirrell smiled nervously, raised his wand, and was about to kill his cousin in front of Harry with his own hands, but suddenly a dry voice came from behind his turban.

"Never mind him... a lowly mudblood..."

"The Philosopher's Stone... my precious Philosopher's Stone..."

Quirrell threw away his wand in panic and hurried to the mirror.

"What on earth is this mirror? What is its function? Help me, Master!"

"Use that boy... use that boy..."

This sound seemed to come from Quirrell's own body, and Harry's scalp went numb. No matter how brave he was, he was only an eleven-year-old boy after all. Faced with such a supernatural event, he was naturally a little surprised at first.

"Okay! Potter, come over here!"

Quirrell grabbed Harry and threw him in front of the mirror. The ropes that bound Harry loosened at some point. Harry then slowly stood up and looked at the magic mirror.

He saw himself in the mirror, smiling, taking out a bright red stone from his pocket, then blinking and putting the stone back into his pocket.

And there was an extra object in Harry's pocket, which felt heavy.

"It's so simple?"

Harry sighed inwardly, but remained expressionless.

"What do you see?"

Quirrell asked impatiently.

With a roll of his eyes, Harry quickly made up a lie.

"I was shaking Dumbledore's hand, and I...I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell uttered a curse word that Harry couldn't understand, and then pushed Harry away from the mirror.

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

That strange and unpleasant voice came from Quirrell's body again - to be precise, from the back of his head.

Harry, who was about to escape, couldn't help but shudder.

"Tell me the truth!"

"What on earth did you see!"

Quirrell shouted sharply. Harry and Dudley were amazed to see such a cowardly, timid and stammering guy become such a cruel dark wizard.

"Let me talk to him face to face..."

The voice interrupted again.

"No, Master, you haven't fully recovered yet..."

Harry had a new understanding of the horror of Voldemort because his face could seamlessly switch between brutality and servility.

"I still have this little strength..."

Without hesitation, Quirrell untied the garlic-smelling turban, and slowly unraveled the purple strips. Harry stared with wide eyes in surprise at the hideous face that appeared on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Harry...Potter..."

"We meet again..."

The "Your Secret Man", or Voldemort, appeared before Harry's eyes for the first time.

However, after a while, Harry started to laugh.

"Where's your...your nose?"

Hearing this, the expression on that face became one of distortion and struggle.