Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Oh? Do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?" Professor Quirrell, who was standing in front of an ancient gold-rimmed mirror, heard Harry's voice and turned around.

He smiled: "You still think it's Snape who wants to take away the Sorcerer's Stone? It's a pity that I am the one who wants to take away the Sorcerer's Stone, not Snape, but he is indeed hateful, just like his appearance. People are disgusted.”

"It's just that you should be surprised." Professor Quirrell let go of his hand holding the turban.

The purple turban fell down, and a frighteningly pale human face was revealed on the back of his head in the mirror.

"Long time no see." The pale and terrifying face spoke in a hoarse voice, and he sighed:

"Harry Potter, the prophesied savior, the last time I saw you was ten years ago, before your parents died."

Harry was startled, and then his face became uncertain. He touched the lightning scar on his forehead: "Are you the mysterious person who killed my parents?"

The pale and terrifying face did not respond. He whispered: "Quirinas, it's time to take out the magic stone."

Professor Quirrell responded. He looked at Harry and his voice suddenly turned gloomy:

"Potter, come to this mirror!"

"You..." Harry's expression changed, and a wand was pointed at his head. He had no choice but to walk to the mirror.

"Tell me, what did you see in the mirror?" asked Professor Quirrell.

"Isn't this the Mirror of Erised?" Harry was surprised.

He looked at the ancient mirror with a gold frame, but suddenly found that the mirror seemed to have become ordinary. It no longer showed the faces of his parents. What appeared now was his own appearance.

Isn't Professor Quirrell looking for the Philosopher's Stone? Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in this mirror? He was doubtful.

"Wait a minute..." Harry was thinking when he suddenly felt his pocket feel heavy.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, and it seemed that a crystal stone had appeared in his pocket.

"Quilinas." The pale and terrifying face suddenly noticed and showed a creepy smile:

"The Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket. Give it to me."

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously stepped back. A big hand hidden in a black sleeve stretched out. He saw Professor Quirrell grabbing for him expressionlessly, trying to strangle his neck.

"Give up, Potter, and hand over the Philosopher's Stone." Professor Quirrell sneered.

He stepped closer, grabbed Harry's neck, and stretched out his other hand to take out the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's pocket.

"Don't... don't even think about it..." Harry's face was red, as if on fire.

He felt the hands on his neck exerting force, making him feel suffocated and making it difficult to breathe.

"He wants me to die?!" This terrible thought suddenly popped into Harry's mind.

He held on to his pocket with one hand, and with the other hand he grasped Professor Quirrell's wrist to pry his hand away, but his strength was too weak to be effective.

"Oh? Found it." Professor Quirrell took out a bright red crystal from his pocket, which seemed to hide a blood-colored lake. It was sparkling and lustrous, like the most exquisite thing in the world.

"Quirinas, give it to me!" Even the pale and terrifying face was not calm.

"It's so beautiful..." Professor Quirrell's eyes also showed enthusiasm inadvertently, as if he was bewitched.

He held the bright red crystal in his hand and looked at it, as if admiring the most beautiful woman in the world, with an abnormally weird smile on his lips.

"Crazy, they are all crazy..." Harry felt inexplicably chilled.

He felt the hand on his neck slowly relax, because his master Quirrell was distracted.

Harry finally took the opportunity to take a breath. He looked at Professor Quirrell's face, and the note he received in the wizard's chessboard room suddenly flashed in his mind. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly broke away from Professor Quirrell's hand. Hands, a pair of hands directly pressed against his face.

"Ah!!" A scream sounded.

It was as if a hot iron brand was stamped on the flesh, a burst of white steam evaporated, and Harry's hands glowed, and a terrifying temperature erupted at this moment.

The bright red magic stone fell to the ground, exuding an alluring luster that could drive people crazy.

Professor Quirrell tried his best to break away from the hand that exuded terrible heat. He covered his face tightly. Black mist surged on his face. Some of the skin was burned off, revealing bright red flesh. Some of the flesh quickly turned dark. Like charcoal, it is slowly falling.

"My hands..." Harry was shocked. He stopped and gasped, looked at his hands, and then at the terrifying scene in front of him.

"Quirinas." A smile appeared on the pale and terrifying face, "You should really thank me. Now, kill Harry Potter and bring me the Sorcerer's Stone."

As he finished speaking, mysterious black lines appeared on Quirrell's face, actually suppressing the spreading blackness on his face, and the terrifying temperature was gradually expelled, and he seemed to be fine.

Professor Quirrell knelt on the ground and groaned. His face was ferocious, and veins protruded on his temples and forehead, as if he had suffered terrible pain.

"I understand, Master." Professor Quirrell seemed to wake up because of this, and he gritted his teeth in response.

"Potter, Potter!" Quirrell looked at Harry, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and blood.

Professor Quirrell raised his wand, and the light surged on the wand, tongues of fire emerged, the light was dazzling, and it was about to burst into raging flames.

Harry was startled and subconsciously raised the bright red Sorcerer's Stone to protect it in front of him.

Suddenly a pale and terrifying face said:

"Don't destroy the Philosopher's Stone."

Professor Quirrell was startled, he put away the light of his wand and walked towards Harry.

Harry's expression tightened, he held the bright red Philosopher's Stone in one hand to protect himself, and held the wand tightly in the other hand, gradually retreating.

"I will catch you, torture you, and let you die in pain, Potter." Professor Quirrell gritted his teeth.

"Faint on the ground!"

A gray light flashed, but when it reached Quirrell's face, it was blocked by an invisible barrier. The gray light shattered and disappeared into light spots all over the ground.

"It's useless." Professor Quirrell's face was grim, "You are too weak for me."

"It's useless..." Harry was shocked, he gritted his teeth and cast the spell again.

"Flame!"

The fiery red flames passed like a meteor, carrying a burning breath, and the speed was very fast, but it was still blocked by the invisible barrier. The fire made a rumbling sound and dissipated in the final explosion aftermath.

"What else can you do?" Professor Quirrell walked out of the diffuse white smoke, smiling coldly.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's head.

"Asshole!" Harry gritted his teeth. He looked at his hands and knew that this was the last chance to defeat the opponent.

"Do you still want to use your hands?" Professor Quirrell sneered, and a bright light flashed across his body. He used the Armor Charm again to protect his whole body.

"Now, it's your turn to feel the pain, Potter."

Professor Quirrell suddenly snatched the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's hand, and then put his wand against Harry's neck. A raging flame was about to be born, and the flames were overflowing, and it was going to swallow Harry's head completely!

"Quirinus Quirrell..." A figure appeared in the shadows.

"Watching you!" Professor Quirrell smiled on his ferocious face. He raised his wand, and the red flames roared away, swallowing the voice in the dark directly.

The scattered flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark room as if it were daytime.

In the flames, there was the sound of burning weeds, and the figure being devoured gradually revealed its appearance in the raging fire, with tattered clothes, wooden poles, and withered straw...

"Scarecrow..." Quirrell's face froze.

As the flames rose, the scarecrow burning on the ground made a sizzling sound, and gradually squirmed and turned into a pile of dead branches and leaves.

"Behind you, Quirinus." The pale and terrifying face reminded.

Professor Quirrell reacted, turned around abruptly, and the light on his wand burst out again.

The sky was full of white birds shooting like arrows, with their beaks flashing with sharp luster. For a moment, it seemed that thousands of birds were screaming, about to tear the eardrums, and white feathers fell from the sky, covering the entire field of vision.

In the crisis, Quirrell's wand burst out with a fire spell, and the flames burst, swallowing countless birds.

"Be careful!" The pale and terrifying face suddenly spoke again.

Professor Quirrell was startled. Puff! Two silver arrows shot out in succession, piercing the invisible armor on his chest. Light shone away, shining brightly.

"Not good!" Seeing the Shield Charm shattered, Professor Quirrell was startled.

He hurriedly recited the Shield Charm, and light flashed, trying to protect him again.

However, just as the invisible barrier of the Shield Charm glowed, he heard the sound of the air being torn and whistling. This time, three sharp silver arrows arrived in an instant, and the Shield Charm was shattered again.

"Potter, the time has come." Almost at the same time, a voice sounded in the darkness.

Harry was startled. Could this be the person who sent the note? He quickly reacted and dived into the fire. The next moment, a shrill scream sounded in the fire.

"Are you protecting me?"

In the dark corner, the purple-eyed bat stretched out its sharp claws and picked up a bright red crystal, flew into the air, and smiled silently.

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"Is it over?" Harry stood in the flames that were falling all over the sky.

He watched the figure collapse completely, as if it had lost its life after being burned by the 'magic' of his hands, and its flesh and blood were burnt into charcoal and scattered all over the ground.

"What is this?" The purple-eyed bat in the air dealt with the bright red crystal and was also watching.

In the firelight, there was a black mist that was steaming up from the robe that collapsed on the ground.

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