The Son of Light of the Snake House

"This... Mudblood, what advice do you have?" Voldemort asked Quirrell to take off the scarf with a gloomy face, revealing his ugly face on the back of his head, making a hissing sound.

"Hmm..." Daniel put his chin on his face and thought for a while, "Originally, I came to you to have something to say."

Professor Quirrell's voice was very weak and vague: "Now..."

Daniel looked at the thin man regretfully: "Now I've changed my mind. That thing is disgusting."

Voldemort was furious. He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by Daniel, who had quick eyes and quick hands: "Great Dark Lord, how about confessing your weakness in front of your followers? Anyway, the worst result is just like this gone."

Voldemort laughed instead, his voice shrill: "You think you're very powerful, don't you?"

Daniel shrugged noncommittally, and said: Yes, I really think so.

"Don't think I don't know." Voldemort said darkly, "You were the Slytherin student who eavesdropped on our conversation in the corridor that day."

Daniel said nothing.

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile: "Are you brave? Or stupid? How dare you come and confront me alone."

Quirrell stood up straight at this time: "Master, stop talking to this ignorant student."

He raised his wand: "Let me clear the way for you."

Daniel smiled, but his body muscles tightened secretly: "You can come and try."

……

"But I thought Snape..."

"Snape??" Quirrell laughed.There was a chilling sneer in the laugh.

"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 in there, who'd doubt... But... poor, stutter-stutter-stutter Professor Quirrell."

Harry couldn't believe this.His brain has become a mess from too much information coming in.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, I would have thrown you off the broomstick for just a few more seconds. If Snape hadn't been Recite a counter-curse next to you, trying to save your life, and that disgusting Jerome, I've already thrown you to death."

"Snape wants to save me"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly. "He's going to referee your second match to make sure I don't hurt you again. It's ridiculous... In fact, he doesn't need to bother. With Dumbledore I can't do anything with Lido around. He does make himself quite unpopular... But it's all a waste of time, and anyway, I'm going to kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes flew over to tie Harry tightly. He continued:

"When everyone was in a hurry looking for the troll, 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 three-headed troll The big dog didn't bite off Snape's leg either."

He sighed. "It's a pity. He's lucky."

"Okay, wait quietly, Potter."

Until then, Harry realized that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding mirror frame "Only Dumbledore could hold such a thing...but he's in London at the moment. By the time he comes back, I'll be far away."

But - "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..." said Harry 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." I—actually, how can he scare me, with Voldemort as my backer..."

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

"I see the Philosopher's Stone, how do I get it?"

The pair of viper-like eyes fixed Harry firmly.

Harry's fear gradually overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and he suddenly thought of something he hadn't paid attention to just now.

"You just said Daniel, right?? What's wrong with Daniel????" He was so excited that his voice even broke.

"Jerome? Ha, he's just an arrogant kid." Quirrell exaggerated like an opera actor, "a little clever, but that's all. He's too confident, he didn't Its matching strength. But that’s all.”

"He...he--" Harry remembered that Daniel had said more than once that he suspected Professor Quirrell more than Professor Snape, but what did he think at the time?

It must be because Daniel is a Slytherin that he ignores Snape's strange behavior, right?

Harry's heart was throbbing, and the pain spread throughout his body.

Quirrell still said to himself: "He is indeed very observant, he has seen through me a long time ago." He laughed twice: "Potter, you are so lucky. So many people hide You want to protect you, and the poor little flower in the greenhouse doesn't know anything."

"Speaking of which, the original owner's goal was to kill Jerome first, or occupy his body. It was only destroyed by that fellow Snape—he really got in the way, just like you."

"But forget it, helping the master get the Philosopher's Stone is the most important thing right now."

"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. "

He saw himself in the mirror, pale and frightened, but smiled after a while.Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket.

Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket - and thus he got the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry tried to lie to Quirrell, but was caught by Voldemort in the back of his head,

"It's best to save your own life and rely on me... Otherwise, you will end up like your parents... They begged me for mercy before they died..."

"You liar!" Harry yelled desperately, he would never allow anyone to insult his parents.

Professor Quirrell reached out his hand to Harry, and the wand held in the other hand began to flash an ominous green light.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome. My good boy." Professor Quirrell and Voldemort grinned synchronously: "As long as you die, wouldn't the Philosopher's Stone be at your fingertips?"

The author has something to say:

Professor Quirrell: Even if I have the upper hand, I don't forget to cleanse Severus.

Daniel: You have to find Professor Hogwarts Quirrell if you want to be a joker.

You have to have confidence in Daniel, am I the kind of person who will abuse the protagonist? ()

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