Together [HP]

"You!" Harry gasped in astonishment.

Quirrell smiled.Now his face doesn't twitch at all. "It's me," he said calmly. "I was just wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought, Snape,"

"Snape," Quirrell laughed.It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. "Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him around, who'd doubt it but, but , Poor, stuttering, stuttering Quirrell, where's the professor?"

Harry couldn't believe this.It can't be true, it can't be.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed My stare at you, in fact, just a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse, trying to save your life, I would have thrown you You fell to your death."

"Snape trying to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly. "You said why he was refereeing your second match. He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. That's ridiculous. He didn't need to bother. There is Dumbledore. I can't do anything with Lido in there. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself quite unpopular, but it's all a waste of time anyway, I I must kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, but a few ropes jumped out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly.

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"You let that troll in."

"Of course I do. I have a special way of dealing with trolls, and you must have seen how I taught that fellow in that room over there. Unfortunately, while everyone was scurrying around looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor and tried to stop me. Not only did my troll not kill you, even the big three-headed dog didn't bite off Snape's leg.

"Okay, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell.It is the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame. "Only Dumbledore could come up with something like that. But he's in London at the moment, and by the time he comes back, I'll be far away."

The only way Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking and keep him from concentrating on the magic mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest," he said boldly.

"That's right," said Quirrell lazily, turning to look behind the magic mirror, "and he had his eyes on me then, to see how far I had come. He had been suspicious of me. He wanted to frighten me." Me, how can he scare me, I have Voldemort as my backer."

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I see the Philosopher's Stone. I am offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free of the ropes that bound him, but they were getting tighter and tighter.He had to stop Quirrell from focusing his full attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said casually. "God, of course he hates you. You didn't know that when he went to Hogwarts with your father, they hated each other. .But he never wanted you dead."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago, and I thought Snape was threatening you." For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face. "Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to obey my master, who is a great wizard, and I am so weak."

"Did you mean that he was the one with you in the classroom at the time?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He was with me wherever I went," said Quirrell quietly. "I met him when I was traveling the world. I was a foolish lad with a ridiculous sense of right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no such thing as good and evil, there is only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power. Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have also had many times Let him down. He's been very hard on me." Quirrell shuddered suddenly. "He never forgave my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and decided to watch me even more closely from now on."

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.Harry remembered his trip to Diagon Alley.Why didn't he think of it at the time?He had seen Quirrell that day, and had shaken hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron.

Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I really don't understand if the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror, should I break the mirror?" Harry's mind was spinning rapidly.The greatest wish in my heart at this moment, he thought, is that I get to the Sorcerer's Stone before Quirrell.So, if I look in the magic mirror, I should see that I have found the stone, which means I can see where the stone is hidden! But how can I get to the place without Quirrell seeing it? Looking at the magic mirror, he tried to move quietly to the left, trying to get in front of the mirror while Quirrell was not paying attention.But the rope around his ankle was so tight that he tripped and fell to the ground.Quirrell ignored him and was still talking to himself.

"What's the matter with this mirror and what is it for? Help me, Master!" Harry heard a voice answering in horror, which seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

"Use that boy to use that boy" Quirrell turned to Harry. "Okay. Potter, come up here."

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically.Harry stood up slowly. "Come here," said Quirrell again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him.

"I've got to lie to him," he thought desperately. "I've got to look in the mirror and make up a lie to lie to him, and that's it."

Quirrell moved up behind him.Harry caught a strange smell that seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head.He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened them.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled.Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket.At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket.It's incredible that he got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently. "What did you see?"

Harry worked up his courage.

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he made up, "I, I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell started cursing again.

"Go away," he said.Harry felt the Philosopher's Stone against his thigh as he stepped back.Would he dare to run away with it now? But he hadn't gone five steps when he heard a shrill voice speak, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"He's lying, he's lying."

"Potter, come back here!" cried Quirrell. "Tell me the truth! What you just saw."

The shrill voice spoke righteously.

"Let me talk to him face to face."

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"I still have some strength."

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in the devil's net, and he couldn't move at all.He stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raised his hand to remove the scarf on his head.What's the matter? The big scarf has fallen, and Quirrell's exposed head looks strangely small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.

Harry tried to scream, but no sound came out.Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The color of the face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and there were two nostrils as long and thin as snakes.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Harry tried to back away, but his legs wouldn't work.

"Look what I've become!" said the face. "Shadow and vapor are all that's left. I can only have form if I share a body with others. But there are always some who will let me into their hearts. And mind The unicorn disc has given me back some of my strength the past few weeks The day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the woods Once I get the elixir I'll be able to recreate one of my own Body, well, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket."

So he knew! Suddenly Harry felt feeling in his leg again.He staggered back.

"Don't be a fool," said the face viciously, "you better save your own life and take refuge in me. Otherwise you will end up like your parents who begged me for life before they died."

"Lie!" Harry yelled sharply.

Quirrell stepped back towards him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him.Now there was a grin on that wicked face.

"How touching." He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage. Yes, my son, your parents were very brave back then. I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender and fight you bravely. In fact, mother doesn’t need to die, she will try her best to protect you, give me the Philosopher’s Stone, don’t let your mother die for you in vain.”

"Don't think about it!"

Harry sprinted towards the door, which was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Grab him!" The next moment Harry felt Quirrell's hand grab his wrist.Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead was painful; he felt as if his head was going to split in two; lightened.Harry looked around blankly for Quirrell, who was hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers.He watched them bubble up one by one.

"Get him! Get him!" screamed Voldemort again.Quirrell leaped forward, knocked Harry to the ground, and rode on top of him, choking Harry's neck with both hands.Harry's scar was in sharp pain again, and his eyes went black, but he still saw Quirrell howling in pain.

"Master, I can't hold him, my hand, my hand!"

Quirrell was still pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hands had loosened Harry's neck, and he was staring at his own palms in bewilderment.Harry could see them glowing red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry!" said Voldemort in a harsh voice.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to cast a death curse, but Harry instinctively raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Quirrell rolled off Harry, blistering his face.At this moment, Harry suddenly understood: as long as he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, he would feel excruciating pain.Harry's only hope of escape is to hold Quirrell tightly, so that Quirrell is too painful to cast a spell on himself.

Harry jumped up and grabbed Quirrell's arm, refusing to let go.Quirrell screamed, trying desperately to shake Harry off.Harry's headache was also getting worse.His eyes were black, and he could only hear Quirrell's terrifying scream and Voldemort's fierce growl: "Kill him! Kill him!"

There were other voices shouting, "Harry! Harry!" But that might have been a hallucination in his head.

He felt Quirrell's arms break free of him, and he knew it was over, and then he sank into darkness, falling, falling, falling, and a golden thing flickered above his head.It's the Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy to lift.He blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't a snitch at all, but a pair of glasses.How strange.He blinked hard again, and Albus Dumbledore's smiling face gradually appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered. "Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Quick, sir!"

"Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you say is a little outdated," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell didn't get the Philosopher's Stone."

"So whoever got the sir, I..."

"Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will kick me out."

Harry swallowed and looked around.He realized he was in a hospital.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, as if half a candy store had been moved here.

"It's all gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and secrets are always spread. And go, so, of course, all the teachers and students in the school know. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally gave you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to have fun with you, But Madam Pomfrey thought it was unhygienic, so she confiscated it."

"How long have I lived here?"

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger will be relieved to know you've woken up. They've been very worried."

"But sir, the Philosopher's Stone..."

"There seems to be no way to distract you. Well, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone. Professor Quirrell was not able to take it from you, and I was there in time to stop him. But I must say, you In fact, one person can handle it very well.”

"You got there. You got a letter from Hermione's owl."

"Owl and I obviously missed it in the air. As soon as I got to London, I realized I was supposed to go back to where I had just left. I came just in time to pull Quirrell away from you."

"So it was you."

"I'm also worried that it's too late."

"It's almost too late. I can't hold on for long. He will soon snatch the Philosopher's Stone."

"Not the Philosopher's Stone, boy, I mean you, who nearly lost your life defending the Philosopher's Stone. For that dreadful moment, I was so frightened that I thought you were really dead. As for the Philosopher's Stone, It's been destroyed."

"Destroyed." Harry asked puzzled, "but your friend? Nicolas May..."

"Oh, you still know Nicole," Dumbledore asked, looking pleased. "You've made this very clear, haven't you? Well, Nicole and I had a chat, and we agreed that It's the best way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?"

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the startled expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"I know it may seem unbelievable to someone your age; but to Nico and Perenal, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And , to the sane mind, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have and how long you want to live, you can You can get your wish! These two things are what humans want most. The problem is, humans just like to choose what is least beneficial to them."

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say for a moment.Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

"Sir," said Harry, "I've been thinking, sir. Even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldemort, I mean, You-Know-Who..."

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the right name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself."

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort would try to make another comeback, wouldn't he? I mean, he hasn't disappeared, has he?"

"Yes, Harry, he didn't disappear. He was still hiding somewhere, perhaps looking for a body he would share. He wasn't really alive, so he couldn't have been killed. He just slipped away, Quirrell has no regard for his life; he is as ruthless to his enemies as he is to his followers. However, Harry, you may only delay him from regaining his strength immediately, and another person will need to be fully prepared in the future. Prepare, fight him to the death. But if he is delayed again and again, he may never regain his strength."

Harry nodded, but stopped short because it gave him a headache.Then he said, "Sir, there are some things I don't quite understand, and I wonder if you can tell me the truth of these things I want to know."

"The truth," sighed Dumbledore, "is a beautiful and terrible thing to be treated with extreme caution. I will try to answer your question, though, unless I have a good reason to keep it secret, in which case I I hope you can forgive me. Of course I can't lie to you."

"So Voldemort said he killed my mother because she was trying so hard to prevent him from killing me. But then again, why would he want to kill me?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily this time.

"Well, the first thing you ask me, I can't tell you. Not today, not now. Someday, you'll know. Just forget about it, Harry. When you grow up Some things I know you don't want to hear, and when you're ready, you'll know."

Harry knew it was useless to say more.

"Then why Quirrell can't touch me"

"Your mother died to save you. If there's one thing Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. He doesn't realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you leaves its mark on you." .Not a scar, not a visible mark. Being loved so deeply by a person, even though the person who loved us is dead, will leave us a forever talisman. It is hidden in your skin. It is for this reason that Quirrell cannot touch you. Quirrell is full of hatred, greed and ambition, and sold his soul to Voldemort. It would be painful for him to touch a person with such a beautiful mark on his body. "

At this point, Dumbledore pretended to be very interested in a bird outside the window, and Harry took the time to wipe away his tears with the sheet.When the voice returned to normal, Harry said, "And that invisibility cloak, do you know that Huai gave it to me?"

"Your father happened to leave it to me, and I thought you'd probably like it." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slyly. "It's a very useful thing. When your father was studying here, he mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food."

"There's another thing."

"Just ask."

"Quirrell said Snape him,"

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, it was him. Quirrell said Professor Snape hated me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they do look at each other badly. It's kind of like you and Mr. Malfoy. Later, your father made a Snape

Never forgive him. "

"what's up?"

"He saved Snape's life."

"what?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said quietly, "people's minds are really wonderful, isn't it? Professor Snape can't bear to owe your father such favors. I believe that the reason why he tried every means to protect you this year is because Because he feels that this will make him equal to your father, and no one owes anyone else. Then he can relive his hatred for your father with peace of mind."

Harry tried to think about the words, but it made his head hurt so badly again that he had to stop thinking about it.

"By the way, sir, there is one last question."

"Is it the last one?"

"How I got the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror."

"Ah, I'm glad you're finally asking me about it. It's one of my tricks up the sleeves, and it's remarkable that it involves an understanding between you and me. You know, there's only that hope of finding the Philosopher's Stone. He who finds it, but doesn't use it, gets it; and the rest, only to see in the mirror that they are making a fortune in gold, or drinking elixirs to prolong their lives. My brain is so good, there are Well, enough questions asked. I suggest you start enjoying these sweets. Ah! Bibi Dolce Beans! I was unlucky when I was young and accidentally ate a smelly I'm afraid I haven't liked beans much since then. But I think it's always safe to choose a toffee one, you know."

He smiled and popped the golden brown bean into his mouth.Then he choked out, and said, "Pah, bad luck! It's earwax!"