Hogwarts in the shadows

Quirrell walked over to the mirror, and this time he learned his lesson.

He used the spell to stop directly in front of the mirror.

The mirror showed no reaction.

At this time, Hephes was standing in front of the mirror, and he had been attracted by the image in the mirror.

It is a picture, a picture where memory and hope are intertwined.

Quirrell roughly pushed Hephes away and stood in front of the mirror.

The scene in front of Hephis disappeared, and he also broke away from the scene just now.

He looked at the mirror again with lingering fear. It was truly a terrifying alchemical item!

"Why? Why can't I get it?" Quirrell grabbed something in the air randomly.

Apparently Quirrell saw the Philosopher's Stone, but he couldn't get it.

"What did you see?" Quirrell suddenly turned his head and stared at Hephes fiercely.

"Hey! You want to fight me now?" Hephis twirled the wand in his hand.

Qi Luo's momentum instantly weakened.

He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "No, I mean do you have any solution?"

"What kind of mirror is this? It seems to be able to see people's desires."

"I don't know. I have seen the Philosopher's Stone... and am presenting it to my master." Quirrell began to mutter to himself.

"The Dark Lord doesn't know either?" Hephes said slowly.

"The master doesn't... Hephes, you are trying to trick me!" Quirrell reacted and stared at Hephes.

"It seems that the Dark Lord is in you, or possessed by you." Hephis didn't care and just smiled.

"Wherever I go, my master is with me." Quirrell's voice trembled with excitement.

"That......"

Just then, there was a noise at the door.

Hephis immediately cast an illusion spell and hid in the shadows.

Harry and Hermione rushed in at the same time and appeared in Hephis's sight together.

"Damn, why is Hermione here?" Hephis was secretly anxious, and he began to move towards Hermione.

"you!"

"Professor Quirrell!"

Harry and Hermione's voices rang out almost at the same time.

"Haha." Quirrell laughed triumphantly, "I was wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought...Snape." Harry said in surprise.

"Yes! Snape does not look like a good person." Quirrell said admiringly.

"It was you!" Hermione suddenly screamed, "You were the one controlling Harry's broom during the Quidditch match!"

"That's right, clever little witch." Quirrell nodded, "If you hadn't suddenly knocked me down, I would have dropped Harry to death."

"But Snape..." Harry was still confused.

"Snape has been casting counter-spells to save your life." Quirrell's tone was filled with a hint of anger.

"Snape actually wants to save me?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"It's all you," Hermione said passionately. "Harry, I told you before."

Quirrell snapped his fingers lightly, and several ropes appeared out of nowhere, binding Harry and Hermione tightly.

Harry and Hermione both fell to the ground.

Hephis did not try to stop it, but just let the shadow cover Hermione silently.

"Just stay still. I need to study this mirror carefully." Quirrell muttered to himself.

Harry struggled desperately, but the ropes kept getting tighter and tighter.

He must find a way to stop Quirrell from looking into the mirror, which he has recognized as the Mirror of Erised.

The Philosopher's Stone is most likely hidden in the Magic Mirror.

"But Snape always seems to hate me so much." Harry tried to distract Quirrell.

"Goodness, of course he hates you," said Quirrell carelessly. "He went to school with your father, and they had a feud that was mortal."

"But..." Harry wanted to continue speaking.

"Use that boy... use him..." A deep and strange voice came from Quirrell's body.

Harry looked at Quirrell in horror.

Quirrell turned to Harry and clapped his hands again, and the ropes loosened of their own accord.

"Come here and tell me what you see," Quirrell ordered.

Harry walked slowly towards Quirrell. He had to do everything he could to delay time.

"Hermione, don't say anything, listen to me now." Hephis leaned close to Hermione's ear and whispered.

Hermione was shocked. Why was Hephis here?

She nodded imperceptibly.

"Later, I will find a way to restrain Quirrell. You must escape immediately. Remember?"

"But..." Hermione subconsciously wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Hephis.

"Hermione, think about the troll. Even if I can't beat it, I can always run away." Hephis added, "As for Harry, I will also find a way to make him leave."

Hermione still shook her head gently. She was worried about letting Hephis face Quirrell alone.

"Hermione, you have to leave..." Hephis emphasized again.

At this moment, the strange voice sounded again: "He is lying... He is lying..."

Quirrell shouted hastily, "Tell me! What did you see?"

"Let me talk to him...face to face..." the sharp voice continued.

"Remember, run away as soon as I start." Hephis instructed Hermione.

He quickly cut the ropes that bound Hermione and just hung on her body as a cover.

Quirrell reached out and untied his turban, and as it slid off, Quirrell slowly turned around.

There was another face on the back of Quirrell's head - pale, with red pupils and two long nostrils.

"Harry Potter..." the face murmured, "Look at me, only shadow and vapor now."

Harry stumbled back, shouting in horror, "You're... Voldemort!"

"Kneel down and beg me, just like your parents did!" Voldemort said slowly, "To save your life, surrender to me. Give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket!"

"No way!" Harry turned around and ran away.

Quirrell's wand was raised back eerily, "Stupefy!"

Harry was knocked unconscious instantly.

Seeing this, Hephis immediately seized the opportunity and fired a spell at Quirrell: "Die!"

However, his spell seemed to have hit an illusion and went straight through Quirrell's body.

"Haha, Hephis, do you think I would be unprepared?" Voldemort laughed.

Quirrell's body suddenly disappeared like light and shadow.

Hephaestus turned suddenly and saw Voldemort pointing his wand at Hermione.

Hermione had passed out, a look of horror still on her face.

"Lord Dark Lord, we can actually talk." Hephis took a deep breath and his brain blocking technique worked frantically.

"Hephis, I admire you, I admire you very much." Voldemort spoke slowly, with a hint of approval in his voice.

"Thank you, Lord Dark Lord." Hephis said, and bowed.