Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

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

"I have seen 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.

"I really don't understand if the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" After several failed explorations, Quirrell knocked on the mirror a few times impatiently.

"What's the matter with this mirror? 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. "Well—Potter—come up here."

There was a hint of surprise on Augustus's calm face. This voice seemed to be the person he met in the Forbidden Forest. In other words, the mottled and complicated aura on that person can be explained. If there is no wrong guess .

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, took out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket—at this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into him pocket.It was unbelievable—that he had gotten the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Augustus stared at Harry's pocket. Under the action of his scrying eyes, an object exuding a huge source of magic power fell into Harry's pocket. From this point of view, everything was arranged by Dumbledore , even if he didn't follow Harry and the three of them here, Harry would definitely be able to get the Philosopher's Stone in the end. This was both an adventurous trial and a perfect test for them.I have to say that for Harry, Dumbledore really tried his best.

"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."

"he's lying he's lying"

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"

The shrill voice spoke righteously.

"Let me talk to him face to face"

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

"I still have the strength"

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.

A look of pity flashed in Augustus' eyes. It seemed that his speculation was indeed correct. Today's Voldemort is just an abnormal existence that parasitizes on other people and survives by enduring the curse and absorbing the blood of unicorns. A former legend, such a humble way of existence is actually more difficult to accept than death.

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 blood has given me back some of my strength the past few weeks The day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest Once I get the elixir I'll be able to recreate one of my own When you are healthy, 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, or you will end up like your parents who begged me for mercy 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've always admired courage. Yes, son, your parents were very brave. I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender, and bravely fought with me. Your mother is actually If she doesn't have to die, she will try her best to protect you, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you."

"Don't even think about it!" Harry struggled to run towards the black door behind him.

"This is the end of everything. The rest of the time, we should continue our unfinished magic communication." After canceling the fading technique, the slender figure of Augustus slowly appeared in the room, with a fiery heat mixed with a cold breath Instantly enveloped the entire room.

"It's you?" There was a trace of surprise in Voldemort's scarlet eyes, "It's hard for me to understand why a Slytherin is so obsessed with Gryffindor. It's a pity that your magical talent ended up being Dumbledore's. Thugs."

Augustus smiled indifferently, "No matter what, no matter whether you are used as someone else's tool or not, as long as you follow your heart, follow your own feelings, and make all the decisions, you must finally go to the magic road step by step. Freedom, casualness, without deliberate overthinking, this is the way I pursue."

"Wonderful!" Voldemort clapped his hands with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "He has already made his way clear at such an age. This kind of understanding is really amazing. Not to mention the talent of magic, whether a person can become the most legendary person?" The fundamental condition is to walk out a path that no one else has ever walked. I have already seen the shadow of legend in your body. As the senior of Slytherin back then, I wish you an early step on the road of legend in advance."

Approval flashed across Augustus's silver pupils. The legend in front of him had a heart that was comparable to others. Just as an opponent, he had surpassed most of the legendary mages in other worlds.

"Shoot, I hope we can have fun this time." Augustus pulled out his silver wand, and the slightly flowing hot and cold air in the room suddenly intertwined violently. The light spot flickered brightly or darkly beside Augustus, and a depressive atmosphere slowly enveloped the whole room.

The war is about to break out.