[HP] Seven Nights Talk

In the last room, there are no traps or organs, only a very gorgeous and simple mirror.Harry already knew this, but Quirrell didn't.

"This should be Dumbledore's level." Quirrell said so at once.He walked forward, started to look in the mirror, and saw what was inside. "Oh, I saw it! I saw that I got the Philosopher's Stone and dedicated it to my master..." He grabbed the air completely subconsciously, and then grabbed a handful of air without any surprise. "Oh, no!" His voice was teased with rage.This finally made him notice the words above the mirror, "Eris... no, a simple word game, desire! (Note [-]) That's right, I just want to do one thing now..."

Standing behind him, Harry saw Quirrell's greedy and crazy expression from the profile.He didn't move, but just watched Quirrell carefully.Quirrell held his wand in his hand, and Voldemort, who was possessed by him, did not speak.Quirrell hadn't turned his back completely to him since behind the trapdoor.He needs a chance...

"That's not true," Quirrell murmured, and started circling the mirror. "This is where it should be...but where is it hidden?" He tapped the frame inch by inch, as if thinking that the Philosopher's Stone might Hide inside in a Muggle or wizard way.But until he almost stared out a hole in the mirror, still nothing.Finally, he turned his head around, with obvious frustration on his face: "Master, look..."

Harry didn't know if he went to look in the mirror at this time, if there would still be a Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.Of course, if Dumbledore set the condition that people who don't want to use the Philosopher's Stone can get it from the mirror, then he can definitely succeed.But this cannot be known by Quirrell; and if he really took it out, he would have to take care of both the Philosopher's Stone and the diary.

"I can do it myself." Voldemort's voice rang in his head.Unlike the usual sarcasm or ridicule, he rarely used a very calm and rational tone. "You remember those spells?"

Listening to his voice, Harry somehow felt that they were sure to win. "Of course." The few curses he has learned recently are too much for joking, but they are completely suitable for dealing with Quirrell-Voldemort does have the foresight on this point, knowing that Quirrell will not deal with him carelessly this time. .But he was still worried about the other party's safety, so he couldn't help but confirm again: "Are you really okay?"

Voldemort felt he was tired of answering the question.But among other things, it is absolutely necessary for Harry to be so cautious-you must know that the savior does not know that they may only have one chance!So he looked at the situation through the gap, and instead of answering directly, he just said: "That's it. From now on, do as you think is right." Then the voice disappeared.

As it turned out, his timing was right.Because Harry hesitated for too long, the shame on Quirrell's face was already a little suspicious: "...Master? Master?"

Harry had come to his senses and cleared his throat in a very calm manner.He also didn't want to doubt Voldemort if he could, but it was a matter of risk.It's just that the other party is now letting him act on his own... When did Voldemort believe that nothing would go wrong with him? "You go to the side. I'll look in the mirror." Since Voldemort insisted on that view, and presumably wouldn't joke about his own life, he had to believe it seriously again.

Quirrell stepped aside respectfully to make room for Harry.Harry walked to the mirror at the pace he remembered pacing in the diary, feeling anxious about such a short distance in such a situation where he was being watched so closely.He'd have to animate the possessed Voldemort... Maybe he could get him to talk by deliberately selling a loophole?

Thinking of this, Harry raised his eyes and looked directly at the mirror.This time it was no longer his family that was reflected in it, but the Forbidden Forest clearing he had seen before.The Death Eaters were all gone, just Voldemort and himself as a 17-year-old.Voldemort fell to his knees, unable to see clearly.And he was standing by himself, with bloodstains on his face, and several cuts in his robe, but his expression was a smile after victory.Harry in the mirror winked at him and put his wand back in his pocket, while Harry outside the mirror felt his pocket sink - but not the wand's shape or weight.

He came back again, still the same as before, not a bit interested in the Philosopher's Stone, which can turn stones into gold and make elixirs of life.

Harry turned around slowly.Quirrell couldn't see success or failure from his expression, so he couldn't help asking cautiously: "Master?"

"The Sorcerer's Stone is in it, but Dumbledore put a limit on the magic mirror." Harry told half the truth.Voldemort, who was possessed by Quirrell, has not made a sound so far, so he must drag on.Even if the diary says that he is fine, he still has to try his best to keep the Philosopher's Stone, so that there will be no accidents like being snatched away.If the opponent is too vigilant and doesn't show up until he sees the Philosopher's Stone, then he can only take the risk once.

"That's true, master." Quirrell echoed.Now he began to feel that the reason why the master was able to become the master was indeed destined since he was a child—didn't it mean that this person was only the master in the sixth grade?Can you already see the above problem?

It wasn't the reaction he wanted to see, and Harry tried to keep on insinuating. "I seem to be able to see it, but..." He frowned, looking embarrassed.

This trick is really useful.Because a sharp voice sounded after he paused for three seconds, it felt like he was listening all the time and only spoke now: "But what...?"

This sentence could not be finished.Because Harry's right hand had been clutching his wand inside his robes - the length of the robes was good too - and was waiting for him to speak, three Greater Stunning Spells were thrown almost immediately.The Petrifying Charm doesn't work, there are plenty of wizards who can counter-spell silently while being immobilized; the same goes for the Locktongue.As for the three, of course it is for insurance purposes.

Quirrell opened his dull eyes, the expression on his face was frozen in surprise and disbelief, and he made a heavy landing sound when he fell.And the spell obviously didn't stun Voldemort who was behind his head, the voice instantly became high-pitched and sharp: "What are you doing? Do you want to kill yourself?"