There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 50
After passing the rocking star, it is the real final level.

Polaris!
The Sorcerer's Stone is hidden here!

Voldemort took a deep breath, resurrection, one step away!
A full length mirror stood in front of them.

Erised sunglasses.

Oh, it's the magic mirror.

Legend has it that this magic mirror can see through the things that people desire most in their hearts and present them in the mirror.

It and Boggart are exactly two extremes.

Mark can't see anything in the Mirror of Erised.

Perhaps, the magic mirror of the world of Harry Potter cannot understand Mark's real needs.

Lucius saw in the Mirror of Erised that he cut off Voldemort's dog's head and burned Tom Riddle's carrier diary with fierce fire. The family of three lived a luxurious life happily, so he quickly took a step back and let others block him.

You can't watch it. If you laugh while watching it, you won't be able to unite the masses.

Although they were all wearing hoods, all of them had dignified faces, a Sima face, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely embarrassing.

Everyone is embarrassed to laugh.

They saw countless things they wanted to see, but they didn't know where the goal of this trip was, the Sorcerer's Stone.

Quirrell blinked his eyes, he saw that Voldemort was resurrected and overwhelmed the world, and he followed Voldemort to enjoy the honor, under one person, above ten thousand people, and no one would follow his orders.

Drink iced pumpkin juice one glass at a time, go to the Pig's Head Bar to drink butter beer without paying, and the boss has to laugh: "Qi Luo, you come to drink to give me face, don't give me money, if you give me money, you will slap me in the face!"

"Stop laughing! Where's the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort suppressed his anger, analyzed calmly, and thought seriously.

"I see, Harry Potter!"

"Quirrell, bring me Harry Potter here!"

Quirrell: "..."

Here it comes, here it comes, the master's mission is here again.

The joy she had just gotten from the Mirror of Erised was gone.

"Master, think twice." Quirrell begged bitterly: "Harry Potter is sleeping in the Gryffindor lounge, as long as he shouts, a lot of professors and little wizards will jump out, it's not easy to catch!"

Without Harry Potter moving his mouth, a lot of little wizards had already jumped in front of him.

"Then take the Mirror of Erised away." Voldemort said coldly: "Find a chance, give Harry Potter a little treat or put him in confinement, and spend time with him alone."

"I believe that only Harry Potter can remove the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised!"

Although he couldn't understand the master's train of thought, Quirrell faithfully carried out the order.

As soon as he put the Mirror of Erised on his shoulder, he tried to fight back.

"Slow!" Lucius stood up suddenly, he blocked Quirrell's way: "The Mirror of Erised hides the secret of the Philosopher's Stone, and everyone is busy studying it, why do you take it away?"

Why?
Since I am the only one appointed by the Dark Lord to be the envoy of the Sorcerer's Stone, in the future, Quirrell, the leader of the Death Eaters, will be the leader of the Death Eaters!

This can't be said, and the Dark Lord will be exposed if he says it.

Quirrell could only swallow his anger.

"Because I am the special commissioner of the Dark Lord, responsible for retrieving the Philosopher's Stone for him."

"Well said, then, who will prove it?" Lucius said, "You said you are a special commissioner and you are? Who can prove your identity?"

Ah this.

Quirrell looked left and right, as if no one could prove my identity.

"What's the use of pretending to be a special agent of the Dark Lord!" Quirrell said angrily. Everyone shouted and beat Voldemort, and almost all of his minions were imprisoned in Azkaban. It's not a good identity.

"Bold!" Lucius yelled violently, and said righteously: "You actually look down on the name of the Dark Lord's commissioner, I suspect that you are an undercover agent sent by the White Wizard!"

"Hide your identity and lurk among our dark wizards, with ulterior secrets!"

"Now, take that rag off your head and let us see who you really are!"

Quirrell lived in Bengbu.

What happens when the hood is removed to reveal the face of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell?
Quirrell looked at the dozens of dark wizards around him who were staring at him with malicious intentions, and expressed that he didn't want to know.

Quirrell is sad, Quirrell is wronged, and Quirrell wants to cry.

"You just admitted to my identity as a special commissioner!"

"One moment and another moment." Lucius frowned. The Mirror of Erised must not be taken away by others. He had to present the Philosopher's Stone hidden inside to Voldemort with his own hands.

That was the time when Voldemort was most relaxed, and it was convenient to give him a thunderous blow.

In order to kill Voldemort, Lucius can have the eyes of an eagle, the ears of a wolf, the speed of a leopard, and the strength of a bear!
See six directions, listen to all directions.

He will label anyone who affects his plan and kill him.

Mark walked to Quirrell, patted him on the shoulder, and put the Mirror of Erised on the ground.

"Brothers have worked so hard to get through the Seven Levels of God to get the Mirror of Erised. Why? Isn't it to serve the Dark Lord and get promoted and get rich?"

"Now you take away the magic mirror and offer it to the Dark Lord, what shall we do?" Mark said bitterly, "You can't swallow this credit by yourself."

Chilo lives in Bengbu.

But he was also relieved.

What the hell, it turned out that he wanted to grab credit!

"Yes, yes, the credit belongs to everyone. If you want to see the Dark Lord, you must also meet together!"

"See the Dark Lord, I dream of it!"

"Please, show the brothers to see the Dark Lord."

"I stayed here all night and didn't eat supper. But if I can see the Dark Lord, I'm willing to skip breakfast!"

Capture Voldemort alive and have a good meal at noon.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief. He thought something would happen just now, but he didn't expect it to be a fight for credit.

The younger brothers are scrambling to perform in front of the leader, it is very difficult to be a leader.

Unbiased, fair and just!

"Quirrell, it's not convenient for me to speak about this matter." Voldemort pondered: "I see your credit. You brought me here. Of course, your contribution is the greatest, but they have hard work without credit."

"As the future leader of the Death Eaters, or, you carry forward the spirit?"

"Master!" Quirrell couldn't believe it, the great master actually gave up on me and chose another dark wizard?
What the hell!

"The credit belongs to everyone, don't worry." Quirrell gritted his teeth: "I will show credit for you in front of the master!"

Unfortunately, no one really cares about the so-called credit.

"The problem now has nothing to do with credit, but the purity of our Death Eaters." Lucius solemnly said, "There is a traitor among us!"

"I believe everyone knows who I am. I have made contributions to the Dark Lord, and I have shed blood for the Death Eaters!" Lucius knew that his identity was too obvious. Since it had already been exposed, it was better to show his card directly.

"I know all the Death Eaters, there is no one like you!"

Quirrell was speechless, submissive.

"I'm an off-line that the Dark Lord developed some time ago..."

"Nonsense!" Lucius struck out with a heavy fist: "The Dark Lord has been silent for ten years, even if he sees the light of day again, he will still look for our old subordinates. Why do you want to look for you?"

What can Quirrell say?Said he met a weak Voldemort in the Albanian forest, and Voldemort was now watching with the back of his head?

"Everyone, to tell you the truth, I am the commissioner appointed by the Dark Lord to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

"And he, who stole my name, doesn't know any conspiracy!"

Lucius' words were earth-shattering and shocked Quirrell.

Quirrell: "You're not, you're not, you're talking nonsense!"

Voldemort: "..."

How come I don't remember delegating to you?
(End of this chapter)