[HP] Aunt of the Savior

If Draco Malfoy is awake now, then he must be able to answer the professors' questions immediately.At the same time, they can also tell them how unexpected the development of this time is in the first place.

For example, Draco didn't expect that he just wanted to catch Harry Potter violating school rules, but he would encounter such a terrible thing as being cast with the Imperius Curse.

With final exams approaching, most students were either studying outside with friends in the shade of a tree, or in the library or common room, and Draco was no exception.If he hadn't met Harry Potter when he left the library, then what he had to do this afternoon was to go back to the common room to help with Goyle tuition, otherwise he might be repeated at Goyle level .

But when Draco saw Harry and his friends in the corridor, his mind changed instantly.

"Ah, Scarhead, I can't believe you dare to show up." Seeing the Gryffindors hurrying and panicking, Draco couldn't help but provocatively said, "It's really unexpected, so-called The brave Gryffindor doesn't even have the courage to fight."

Harry clenched his fists tightly and held back without speaking.Right now he had far more important things to do than argue with Malfoy.It must not be a coincidence that Quirrell or Voldemort already knew how to get past Fluffy, and the professors had all left Hogwarts.In other words, the Sorcerer's Stone is very dangerous now.

Harry had already made up his mind to guard the restricted area. He had already sent letters to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape at the Owl Hut. Get it first, and never let the stone fall into Voldemort's hands.

"Malfoy, you lied that day!" After hearing Malfoy's words, Neville couldn't help but say, "You've obviously seen Harry."

"I've always been unable to remember those who fled, who were of low blood, and who were willing to degenerate." Draco held his head up triumphantly, not caring that his lies were exposed, and looked at Harry, Harry, and Harry contemptuously. Hermione, Ron, and Neville all had mocking smiles on their faces. "Maybe apart from running away, Gryffindor is going to show me another skill today, such as... bullying the few with more?"

Ron wanted to roll up his sleeves angrily, "Even if it's just me, it's enough to teach you a lesson! But you, Malfoy, don't have two bodyguards to help you now."

"Don't!" Hermione grabbed Ron and whispered, "Don't talk to him."

"Hermione's right," Harry took a deep breath, "let's go, we can't fight him here."

"Are you going to run away again?" Draco came up from behind them and challenged in a low voice, "Or are you going to do something that violates school rules again, such as about... the things hidden in that restricted area?"

Harry turned his head sharply and shot Draco a look, "Don't be stupid, Malfoy."

He was a little uneasy, wondering how much Malfoy knew, and hoping he was just talking nonsense.

"You know what I mean. Harry Potter, even if you had an extra scar on your forehead than anyone else, I wouldn't think of you as a saint like those guys - but they should have seen your essence recently Are you here?" Draco didn't look like he was bluffing, he approached Harry, and said in a vicious voice: "Scarhead, I know a lot of your tricks, and your little one who only has a big body but no brains The secret of the servant friend. I can also figure out what the hell you are trying to do this time, you will be expelled from Hogwarts sooner or later, think about it, the Boy Who Lived was expelled, the "Daily Prophet" must Love the news."

"It's none of your business," Harry said bluntly.He pondered in his mind, trying not to show nervousness because of Malfoy's words. "Besides, if you report to the teacher now, how are you going to explain how you know about the restricted area, Malfoy?"

Harry stared at Draco fearlessly, "I don't think all teachers are as protective of you as Professor Snape."

Draco's pale face contorted for a moment.Suddenly, a sinister and sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What does it matter, Potter? Even if we were all deducted points, there are more Gryffindors involved in this matter. Slytherin is still advantageous. My dad is one of the Hogwarts trustees, I just 'accidentally' overheard your conversation, and Hogwarts will not expel the trustee's son for that reason."

"..." Harry had to admit that Draco's words made sense.

Although Ron argued that Malfoy was mostly bluffing ("That guy is the best liar"), they still dared not just go straight to the restricted area, otherwise they might really be in trouble if Malfoy found out.

But when he thought of the idea that Voldemort was playing with the Philosopher's Stone, Harry felt anxious.If Voldemort makes a comeback, it doesn't seem to matter whether he will be expelled.He hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, intending to get the Invisibility Cloak - he thanked Professor Snape for giving him back the Invisibility Cloak from the bottom of his heart.

After Harry and the others left, Draco decided to go around the restricted area on the fourth floor before going back to the common room. Maybe he could catch the moment when Harry Potter entered the restricted area in violation of the regulations. It would be better to have another professor It would be even better... Thinking of this, the corners of Draco's mouth couldn't help but curl up.He just saw Professor Quirrell walking towards him.

"Mr. Malfoy, students should not come here. You'd better go back to the common room." Professor Quirrell stammered.

Although he didn't have any affection or respect for this strange-smelling, stuttering professor, Draco approached him excitedly and mysteriously: "Professor Quirrell, just now I heard that those Gryffindors... "

However, Draco lost consciousness before he could finish his sentence.He stood in front of Quirrell in a trance and sluggishly, looking more well-behaved than ever before.

Quirrell lowered his voice nervously, and said as if talking to himself: "Master, master, is this all right?"

"Yes, send this boy to the sixth floor, and we'll go to the fourth floor..." Another voice answered, shrill and sinister.That voice seemed to come from Quirrell's body, commanding Quirrell with a strong tone. "Must be fast!"

"Yes, master..." Seeing that no one noticed him, Quirrell's figure immediately disappeared behind the door of the restricted area.He hadn't noticed at all that the door behind him had remained open since he entered.

So, when Harry and the others nervously came to the entrance of the restricted area under the invisibility cloak, what they saw was the half-open door.It took some time to cover all four of them under the cloak before approaching the restricted area, which made Harry and Hermione, Ron and Neville, who insisted on coming with Harry, nervous.

"Oops!" Harry's expression changed immediately.He didn't care about using the invisibility cloak, he just got out and rushed in.

Originally, he was still thinking that Quirrell might not be able to do anything during the day.Well, if the professors rushed back immediately after receiving the letter, they might still be able to stop him in time.But now it seems that he can't wait any longer.

"Harry!"

"Oh, Merlin..." Neville was taken aback when he saw the scary three-headed dog, even though it was sleeping soundly now - a harp nearby kept playing beautiful music.As Hagrid said, Lu Wei would fall asleep whenever he heard music.

Although Harry has been trying to persuade Hermione, Ron and Neville not to participate in such a dangerous operation, he can't deny that with the help of his friends, it is easier and faster to pass these levels to protect the Philosopher's Stone too much:

Neville recognized the devil's web the first time they passed through the trapdoor, and reminded Hermione to conjure fire to deal with it.With everyone's help, Harry grabbed the correct one from a pile of flying keys in the shortest time.Without Ron's superb chess skills and self-sacrifice at critical moments, Harry could not have passed the giant chessboard array so quickly.

After leaving Neville to take care of a passed out Ron, Harry and Hermione walked through a room with a passed out troll and into a level apparently set up by Professor Snape.

"This is for you!" While Hermione was deducing which bottle of potion could go forward, Harry also stuffed the potion that could go back into Hermione's hand. "Hermione, go back, escape with Neville and take Ron out for help, maybe Professor Bubbaji can help you. And Madam Pomfrey, Ron must need her care..."

"You don't have to worry about us, Harry." Hermione looked at him worriedly. "It's you, you really plan to go...you know there may not only be Quirrell, but also that person..."

"Yes, I have to go." Harry took a deep breath, "I have to do what I can do now, I try to delay a little time, Professor Dumbledore may have received our letter, they Will be back right away. And," Harry mentioned his scar to his friend for the first time, he raised his hand and stroked the lightning-shaped scar: "Maybe that person really can't hurt me?"

"Good luck, Harry." Hermione gave Harry a hug, drank the potion worriedly and left.

Harry clutched the vial, and he could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest.He didn't know if he was right, maybe he could get away with it again...

He knows that he should cherish his life more than others, but if he does nothing now, once Voldemort gets the Philosopher's Stone, he will still be unable to escape, and he may also implicate Professor Snape, Aunt Jody, Sirius, Remus... even the Dursleys.That was something he could never allow to happen.

Thinking of this, Harry no longer hesitated, drank the potion in his hand, walked through the black flames, and walked into the last room.

There was one thing in this room, no, it wasn't the Sorcerer's Stone, it was something Harry was very familiar with - the magical Mirror of Erised.Harry knew that this was Dumbledore's magic.He suddenly felt more confident.

Quirrell, wrapped in a large turban as usual, was knocking on the frame next to the mirror, as if studying its secrets.When he heard footsteps, he turned around, no longer nervous, with a chilling sneer on his face. "Harry Potter! I was wondering if you were going to meddle in your own business!"

"It really is you!" Harry was not surprised at all.

"You already doubt me?" Quirrell had a look of surprise on his face.

"You tried to kill me during the Quidditch match!" said Harry. "I saw!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Quirrell waved his wand lazily, tied Harry tightly, and said while nodding, "I really wanted to kill you, if Snape kept getting in the way A counter-curse, I've already succeeded. It's strange, why don't you suspect him? He always hates you so much, and your friend Miss Granger also cast a curse on him."

"Professor Snape is terrible to students outside of Slytherin and I don't think he particularly hates me. I know you're the one trying to kill me because when Professor Snape was on fire and looked away , I found that you were still staring at my broom, and the broom didn't return to normal until you fell down." Harry said, "If you are the one who wants to save me, then you will stop after Professor Snape looks away. There should be no more spells."

This was of course an afterthought to Harry, who came up with a bunch of reasons he could use to convince Ron and Hermione that they should trust Professor Snape while he was in the hospital, and this happened to be one of them, but it didn't come in handy , Ron recalled the scene that day.Regarding Quirrell, Harry felt that there was no need to tell the truth, so he immediately thought of this set of rhetoric.Besides, he thought that all he could do now was talk to him as much as possible before he had time to decipher the spell Professor Dumbledore had cast on the mirror.

Harry tried to struggle as he spoke, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope became.

"Your brain is very clever. If it is in class, I will give you ten points." Quirrell was not worried that Harry might break free. He faced the mirror, agonized for a long time, and finally whispered: "Help me ,My master……"

Immediately afterwards, something that made Harry feel horrified happened, and there was a reply from Quirrell's body: "Use that boy..."

Quirrell pointed his wand at Harry from behind. "Now, look, Harry Potter, and see where the Philosopher's Stone is, find it, and give it to me..."

Harry swallowed, he found himself in the mirror put the Philosopher's Stone into his trousers pocket, and then he realized that his pocket became heavy, and he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that... Now, All he needs is to keep talking to Quirrell, stalling until the professors arrive...he can't let Quirrell get the Philosopher's Stone...

At the same time, Dumbledore was rushing towards the restricted area on the fourth floor with the professors desperately.When Draco appeared on the sixth floor, Dumbledore quickly realized that Voldemort might have gone to the restricted area on the fourth floor, but he was still a step too late.When he saw the stunned Hermione, Neville, and a weak Ron at the entrance of the restricted area, and then rushed into the room where the Philosopher's Stone was, he found Harry lying quietly on the ground, still clenched The bright red Philosopher's Stone.

"Harry!" Dumbledore rushed to Harry at a speed that didn't look like a centenarian, and he was relieved when he found that he was still alive.

Snape walked in slowly behind Dumbledore, and the other professors went to take care of the other children, only he followed Dumbledore to help him escape in case he encountered Voldemort.

When Dumbledore was guarding Harry, Snape noticed that not far from Harry, there was a pool of black humanoid ashes, and beside the ashes was a big, disgusting-smelling scarf.

"..." Snape cast a spell on the ashes in disgust, and confirmed that the pile of ashes was Quirrell.

Snape turned his head again, looking at the Philosopher's Stone that Harry was still clutching even though he was unconscious.He knew very well that it was a fake Philosopher's Stone, but there was no doubt that Harry, who didn't know about it, really risked his life to protect it.

"...Stupid Gryffindor." Snape's lips moved, cursing under his breath, his brow furrowed tightly.He really didn't want to think about how sad it would be for Jody to see Harry Potter like this?