Hogwarts lazy snake

Harry listened to what Quirrell said in front of him with disbelief.

Wasn't it that the annoying Snape who wanted to kill him? Even the troll on Halloween was let in by the other party. No matter the Quidditch game or Halloween, it was that annoying Snape who saved him?

From beginning to end, it was this weird, garlic-smelling guy in front of him, with black gas coming out of his body and speaking more annoyingly than Snape?

Is Horn right? Am I wrong?

"No, you were lying to me, weren't you? It was you who drove away Snape who was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and stayed here to play a joke on me, wasn't it?" Harry asked loudly to Quirrell, who was looking at him with a sneer on his face, somewhat unacceptable.

Harry was a little confused about who it was and whether what he saw was real or what the other person said was correct.

"No, no, no, what I said is true, Harry." Quirrell looked at Harry, who seemed a little collapsed, and kindly explained that what he said was true.

"Aren't you afraid of Headmaster Dumbledore? He is hailed as the greatest wizard of all time." Harry collapsed to the ground and warned loudly at Quirrell who was approaching him with his wand.

"You mean the headmaster? He's busy with other things and isn't in Hogwarts right now. When he returns, I'll be missing the Philosopher's Stone with me. How could Dumbledore find me?!" Quirrell said step by step.

"Then why don't you leave? You should have been here for a long time and should have got the Philosopher's Stone." Harry said fearfully as he moved back.

"Yes, if it's according to what you said, I should have left by now."

Quirrell stopped talking here, then pointed his finger at the large mirror behind him, looked at Harry and said, "But Dumbledore seems to be quite cautious. He hid the Philosopher's Stone in this mirror, but I can't see where it is. How about it? Harry, help me take it out, and I won't kill you, how about that?"

Harry looked in the direction Quirrell's finger was pointing, and saw a familiar mirror: the Mirror of Erised.

"Really?" Harry looked like he believed Quirrell's words.

"Really, killing you is just a convenient thing. As long as you help me get the Philosopher's Stone, this is a deal. I will definitely let you go." Quirrell stood there and answered Harry's question like a business man.

"it is good!"

Harry stood up, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly moved towards the mirror facing Quirrell.

Quirrell also watched the other person slowly move, and soon their positions were reversed, and Harry stood in front of the mirror.

Harry saw some unbelievable but reasonable scenes and couldn't help but say: "Are you arguing with Snape?"

"Oh, that idiot actually wanted to warn me not to do something..." Quirrell crossed his arms, looking very leisurely, and then seemed to think of something, looking at Harry with a pity expression: "For example, don't hurt his students. Speaking of which, haven't you seen where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

"Ask it if it's ready!"

Quirrell, who had been looking so leisurely, suddenly became irritable and spoke impatiently at the last sentence.

Harry was a little puzzled for a moment. There were only him and Quirrell here, so how could there be a third voice?

"Who's talking?!" Harry asked.

"Don't worry about it. Did you get it? Don't do anything fancy!" Quirrell said impatiently.

"Not yet, it should be soon."

At this time, Harry saw the protagonist in the mirror standing with Dumbledore, holding a red amber-like stone in his hand, and then the self in the mirror stuffed his pocket into his pocket.

Then, it was as if something hard suddenly appeared in his pocket. Harry was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew it must be the Philosopher's Stone that Quirrell was looking for.

"Harry Potter!"

"Who?" A voice suddenly rang out in the room, and it was a different voice. How many people were hiding in this small room?

"Do you want to see your parents again? Do you?"

Harry turned around and looked at Quirrell, and then he saw that the voice came from Quirrell. But what made Harry feel strange was that it seemed that Quirrell was speaking, but it felt like someone else was talking to him.

"Who are you? My parents? You can let me see my parents again? What are you talking about?" Harry looked at Quirrell in disbelief and was a little stunned by his words.

When the other person says he sees something, does he mean it’s like what you see in the mirror?

"Yes, it's just as you thought. Resurrection. You just have to hand over the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell seemed to be able to see through Harry's heart and directly spoke out his innermost thoughts.

“I didn’t take…”

"No, no, no, if I lie, it won't make any sense. Look, it's in your pocket, right? I smelled that familiar feeling the moment you took it in your hand."

Seeing that Harry was still trying to lie, Quirrell directly pointed out the existence of the Philosopher's Stone. After all, they had dealt with it so many times hundreds of years ago and he had suffered losses there too, so how could he not be familiar with it?

"Hurry! Now that you've found it, grab it!" The voice that Harry heard the first time came into Harry's ears again.

This time Harry clearly felt it, it was coming from the body of the 'Quirrel' in front of him.

What kind of monster is this? Is there three people in one body? I have already beaten an adult wizard, so now it is still one against three.

Then there is even less chance of winning. Principal Dumbledore, why are you not in school at this critical moment?

"Okay, in that case, I'll give you the Philosopher's Stone. Can you really resurrect my parents? Then I'll give it to you, and you can't go back on your word!" Harry said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Don't worry, kid. I'm a god! How could I lie to mortals? Don't you think so, Tom?" Hearing that the other party didn't believe him, Quirrell said this as if talking to himself.

God? Or Tom?

What the hell? Is he a psychopath? Isn't he trying to help Voldemort as he thought? Then what did the centaur mean, and what did Quirrell mean by the god?

Harry grumbled for a while, but no matter how much he grumbled, he had to hand over the Philosopher's Stone. The other party was standing at the door and he couldn't get in.

"Here, here you go." Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, waved it in front of Quirrell, and then suddenly threw it to him: "Take it."

Quirrell was attracted by the huge energy when Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone, so when Harry threw it over, he didn't notice that Harry's other hand also stretched out from his pocket, and there was a silver Colt in Harry's hand.

boom!

A sudden sound rang out, and the air seemed to tremble.

The gunshot sounded like a thunder in this small and empty room, exploding in the silent space.