A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

After drinking the potion from the small bottle, Harry and Aaron felt cold all over.

But the effect was obviously good. They didn't feel anything when they passed through the layer of black flames, as if the flames didn't exist.

The two walked through a long corridor and came to the last room.

There is no mechanism here, only a Mirror of Erised, and there is a person standing in front of this mirror.

But it's not Professor Snape, nor the mysterious man, but Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Harry saw the appearance of the man with his back to them, and his mouth opened wide in shock.

"It's you?

No, that couldn't be possible, it was Snape, he was. "

"I've said it so many times." Aaron held his forehead and shook his head speechlessly, "It's not Professor Snape, it's not Professor Snape, you still don't believe it.

Well now, facts speak louder than words, you can’t help but believe it. "

Professor Quirrell turned around, his face looking colder than usual.

"I didn't expect! I actually met you here, Potter.

What I didn't even expect was that there was an unexpected surprise, Aaron Gaius. "

"Well...should I feel honored at this time? After all, not everyone can enter Voldemort's sight."

"Voldemort?" Harry was stunned for a moment and looked at Professor Quirrell in astonishment, "You said he is Voldemort?"

"Of course not, Professor Quirrell is just a poor possessed man.

But it should be of his own free will. Although the Dark Lord is still alive, it is undeniable that he has great resources and can give ordinary people what they desire most.

Money, longevity, knowledge, strength, or...power. "

"I suddenly understand why the master values ​​you so much." Quirrell laughed suddenly, "But how did you know?

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't everyone be as suspicious of Snape as Harry Potter was?

After all, he doesn't seem like a good person and often makes things difficult for Gryffindor, while Professor Quirrell is just a coward who stammers and can't even speak fluently. "

"I have a magical animal that is particularly sensitive to certain cold and dark atmospheres.

You hide it well, but you are too weak, which inevitably reveals a flaw.

It was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and my pet was keenly aware of something that made it disgusting.

I didn't take it to heart at first, but by chance I noticed the flash of murderous intent in your eyes.

I'm fairly knowledgeable compared to my peers, but that look in your eyes still makes me feel creepy.

Just imagine, how could a submissive person who stutters and trembles when speaking have that look in his eyes.

You have definitely killed someone, and more than one.

I have doubted you from that moment on. "

Bang bang bang!

Professor Quirrell applauded: "It's really beautiful, but is this just a suspicion?"

"It's suspicion, but that look alone is enough for me to conclude that you are not a good person.

In addition, after the Forbidden Forest incident, Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore came to see me successively, but they could be said to be for official reasons, and there were certain reasons.

Only you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, actually wanted to leave me alone to talk. The reason was to guide me in my study. It looked like it was made up at first glance. "

"Isn't this reasonable?" Quirrell said with an ugly face, "Isn't it common for teachers to favor outstanding students more?"

"It's very reasonable, but at that time you were already labeled as a 'bad guy' by me.

I had just wounded the man in black robes in the Forbidden Forest, and the professor from the college who had almost no contact with me wanted to guide me. It was hard not to make people think wildly!

In addition, there is the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, the unicorn blood that can sustain life, the magic stone that can make people immortal, and a terrifying man in black robes who dare not reveal his true face.

Combining these, we can reluctantly come to the conclusion that you are the object of possession by Voldemort. "

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell lowered his head with a sullen face and remained silent.

Harry pursed his lips, feeling confused and at the same time feeling that everything suddenly became clear.

"What about...Professor Snape? He jinxed my broomstick on the Quidditch pitch."

"this..."

Just as Aaron was about to explain, Quirrell suddenly said: "Actually, I want to harm you, and Snape recited the breaking spell.

If your friend Miss Granger hadn't come over to light the fire and blocked my view, I would have killed you in half a minute at most. "

"Do you understand?" Aaron glanced at the confused Harry and said, "Our Slytherin dean wanted to save you, but you ended up wronging him for most of the semester. You owe him an apology."

Harry nodded blankly, "But I always feel like he hates me."

"Of course he hates you, but the reason he hates you is your father, but he never wants you to die.

I knew you were a threat from the start, especially after Halloween.

I released the troll and lured everyone away. I thought I could succeed, but Dumbledore's magic stopped me.

After that, Snape came to my door. He was sharper than others. He doubted me, frightened me, and threatened me...

But he didn't understand that his threats were of no use because I was not alone. Professor Quirrell said, turning around and looking at the Mirror of Erised, his eyes full of greed, "What is this mirror for?"

I saw my desire, and I dedicated the magic stone to my master, but how did I get it? "

"What you see may not be true." Aaron spread his hands, "This level was designed by Dumbledore. As people grow older, his wisdom will never be simple."

"Hmph! At worst, I'll break this mirror.

I have plenty of time. By the time Dumbledore comes back from London, I will have already taken the Sorcerer's Stone away. "

"You can give it a try. Maybe you won't get anything if you break this mirror."

"Take advantage of these two kids."

The hoarse voice echoed in the room. Professor Quirrell suddenly turned around, looked at the two of them, and shouted sternly: "You two, come here."

Aaron and Harry looked at each other and slowly stepped forward.

"Look in this mirror and tell me what you see?"

The two of them stared at the mirror, not too nervous. After all, this was not their first time looking at the Mirror of Erised, so they had some experience.

I saw Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared in the originally ordinary mirror.

He held a blood-red stone in his hand, glanced back and forth at Aaron and Harry in the mirror, and finally stopped at Aaron.

Aaron's face in the mirror was ugly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he would hand over the Sorcerer's Stone to Harry.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the elderly man, and he put the things in his pocket.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Aaron's pocket and found that it was bulging quite a bit, and he immediately understood where the Sorcerer's Stone was.

"How is it?" Professor Quirrell asked, "What did you see? Tell me quickly."

Harry was startled. After he reacted, he realized that he must not show any flaws. He immediately said: "I saw that I was shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I also won the Academy Cup."

Quirrell rolled his eyes, pushed him away, and stared at Aaron with piercing eyes, "What about you? What did you see?"

"How is this possible?

I see myself dedicating the Philosopher's Stone to the Dark Lord and then inheriting his legacy decades later as the third generation Dark Lord. "Aaron was talking nonsense in a serious manner, and with the stunned expression on his face, his acting skills were excellent, but in his heart he scolded Dumbledore like crazy.

Gan! Old cunt!

On purpose, that old immortal definitely did it on purpose.

In order to protect Harry, he actually pushed him out as a Slytherin as a shield.

But it’s not that easy to drag me into a trap.

"Master, this..." Professor Quirrell asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"

"Someone of them must be lying, or both of them are lying." A sharp voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, "Let me come and talk to them."

"But Master, you are not strong enough yet."

"enough."

Quirrell took off the purple turban wrapped around his head, and then turned around to face the two of them.

Where the back of the head should have been, there was an extra human face.

Through the Mirror of Erised, Harry could see very clearly. He had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face in the Restricted Book Zone. He looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"I originally thought you could still be a bit human, but now it seems that I thought too much." Aaron said with some emotion.

"Long time no see, Aaron Gaius." Voldemort said meaningfully, "This is our first real meeting, although it may not be a good one."

"It's not very good."

"I need the Philosopher's Stone to reshape my body, and you can help me with this." Voldemort said meaningfully.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. Would Voldemort know where the Philosopher's Stone was?

He shook his head complicatedly at Aaron, praying in his heart that he would not take a detour.

Aaron smiled nonchalantly, and took out a red stone from his pocket under the stunned look of the other party, "You want this thing, don't you?"

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