People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 82 The Killing Curse in the Mirror
The voice continued to speak, but it sounded a little careless and lazy.

"Quirinus, what kind of person can take out the Philosopher's Stone hidden in this magic mirror that you said can reflect people's inner desires?"

Quirinus Quirrell smiled and said, "The one who doesn't want to get it, wants to protect it."

The voice sneered, "So, it's ridiculous. For someone like me who is good at reading minds and has a closed brain, isn't it just as easy to temporarily change my thinking?"

"Albus Dumbledore! He must want to catch me. He will pretend to be tricked and sneak behind us. He will appear when I am at my most proud."

Quirrell said, "But your curse is not that simple. If he doesn't take action, the death of the giant spiders will further trigger the curse. Then everyone will fall into a deep sleep like a baby. Even if it is solved. Your foreshadowing - the curse of immortality, after too many cursed hosts are completely destroyed, the remaining hosts will become stronger. Between the safety of the school and the possibility of your resurrection, he will naturally choose the former. But in this case, after he solves the curse, he will have no energy to stop us from leaving the castle."

"Oh, Quirinus, I remember you once thought of hinting my existence to Dumbledore."

"I was too stupid. I had no choice at the beginning. In the eyes of the great Dumbledore, as long as there is a chance to subdue you, what is the pity of sacrificing an insignificant Quirrell?"

"A wise choice. What a pity, though, I thought Severus would show up. He was assigned by Dumbledore to deal with you." However, before Quirrell could answer, he said, "Well, shut up. I'm going to start."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes went empty for a moment.

In the mirror, he was sitting in the principal's office, Bella, Snape and the others were dressed as professors, and the image of Dumbledore's head hanging in the air suddenly shattered.

In an instant, he was the only one left.

On the field, Basil, who heard all this, did not say anything to stop it. The professors' fortifications destroyed the host of the curse - the eight-eyed giant spider.

He just secretly strengthened those few magical plants that shone brightly so that the hosts could be controlled instead of destroyed.

Snape, who was raised by Voldemort, was sweating profusely at this moment. His greasy hair was stuck together by sweat, his chest was wet, and he was trembling as he climbed the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor.

He has been walking on these stairs for more than ten minutes.

Every time you reach the last step of the stairs, you are teleported back to the starting point.

He had no idea what kind of magic this was, and after trying several spells to break it, it still didn't work.

It was like he was stuck in a cycle.

This was also done by Bagel, who kept shifting the space in front of Snape so that he could never reach the reality of the fourth floor.

This gives Voldemort time to show off and talk to Quirrell.

After all, there was no chance that Voldemort would get the Philosopher's Stone.

The stone is currently staying safely in the Granger family vault at Gringotts.

Bagir waved his hand, and the grass on the ground grew longer and gathered together, automatically weaving into a green hanging chair.

Then sat on it.

People around me didn't think it was strange.

With Dumbledore personally taking action, they believed that it was only a matter of time before the incident was completely resolved.

Fred and George, who also stayed at the venue, played a finger counting game out of boredom.

In the castle, Percy, who had been so angry that he talked back to the professor, also began to stare at the magical ceiling in a daze.

They are just a little bored and a little regretful now.

It’s a pity that the dark wizard caused trouble in the Forbidden Forest instead of in the castle.

This way they would be able to witness the magic of Albus Dumbledore, who is recognized as the greatest and most powerful wizard of all time, for the first time in a century.

Only the professors were guarding the entrance and exit of the auditorium, their nerves tense.

Prevent an attack on the castle by dark wizards while Dumbledore deals with the curse of the Forbidden Forest.

But in reality, Baqir was not bored.

On the contrary, if he hadn't been careful that people around him didn't treat him as a psychopath.

His mouth was almost smiling to his ears.

Time went back one minute. Voldemort saw himself in the mirror.

The self inside is handsome, young, gentle and has a charm that can fascinate a thousand-year-old female ghost.

He saw himself in the mirror, and at first he looked at himself with disgust, looking him up and down, but after a moment, he suddenly realized.

The man 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, he really felt something fall into his pocket.

Quirrell shouted, "The Philosopher's Stone! It's in my pocket."

"I know! Idiot!" Voldemort scolded, "I can sense it!"

Then he "lowered" his head, and Quirrell's hand reached for his pocket in an awkward way.

However, what he didn't notice was that the younger self in the mirror did not disappear, but raised his wand.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A green light attacked Voldemort who "lowered" his head.

Quirrell looked up and saw everything, but his body was under Voldemort's control and he could only scream in panic.

Quirrell's expression froze, and the body lost its life.

However, this body did not fall down. The back of the head, where Voldemort was, instantly collapsed into black mist and rain, and then recovered again.

Click, click, click!
The head turned 180 degrees, and the back of the head became the face of this body.

Then, the whole body seemed to have lost resistance and glided backwards at a high speed, sticking to the ceiling in the corner like a giant spider.

These actions took Voldemort less than a second.

"You now have three minutes before your body collapses."

A gentle, clear voice rang out in the room, and a handsome boy walked out of the mirror calmly.

"It's you!" Voldemort was shocked. "You got the Philosopher's Stone! You and Dumbledore started working together!"

He immediately guessed whether the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket was real or fake.

But the wrong conclusion was reached.

"No, Dumbledore doesn't know of my existence." The black-haired boy smiled, twirling his wand between his slender fingertips.

“Is this why you dare to abandon your independent identity as a Horcrux? The immortality you achieved by relying on the Philosopher's Stone?” Voldemort turned into a black mist and fell back to the ground.

He knew that he could not defeat his younger self on his own.

He knew his level at that time.

"Perhaps." Riddle raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.

Voldemort took this as a consent and continued to cast magic to distort the magical magnetic field.

He didn't want others to know the following conversation.

"Dumbledore still lost. He lost to me. I was only seventeen years old, but I was able to steal the Philosopher's Stone right under his nose. And Lucius, he died too easily."

"Tell me, why did you show up? I am a Horcrux, so you can't control me. Do you want to absorb other Horcruxes? Do you want to be complete?"

"You do not know the identities or locations of the other Horcruxes. Except for—"

"Where's the crown? You've already absorbed it?!!"

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