Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

"How could it be you? I mean, shouldn't it be Snape?"

"Yeah, Snape doesn't look like a nice guy, and with him around, who would doubt poor stuttering...Professor Quirrell!"

Quirrell gave Harry a demonstration of his usual disguise.

"But... Snape tried to kill me!"

Seeing Harry's stubbornness.

Lucas, who was hidden by the side, felt that he was about to have a cerebral thrombosis.

Everyone is so obvious.

He was still suspicious of Professor Snape.

Should Professor Snape be said to be too aggressive?

Or was Harry too attached to Professor Snape?

Lucas clearly sensed that the breath in the direction of the corner was suddenly disturbed.

Maybe Dumbledore didn't expect his savior to be a single-minded one?

Quirrell let out a low laugh.

There is pride in the laughter.

It seems that he is satisfied with his past disguise.

"Wrong, Potter! I was the one to kill you, the day at the Quidditch pitch, when your friends set Snape's robes on fire, causing a riot in the auditorium.

"Frantic people knocked me down, interrupted my spellcasting, and if I had a few more seconds, I'd have you fall off that damned broom."

"Even if Snape counter-curses you, it won't help!"

Quirrell's last words were like a bolt from the blue.

Harry said 30 in disbelief: "You said Snape was there to save me?"

"Of course, why do you think Snape himself judged the second Quidditch match? He hated riding a broomstick.

"Everyone thought Snape didn't want Gryffindor to win, including you."

"But he was just afraid that I would curse you again, in fact, he was too worried, with Dumbledore on the scene, I can't do anything.

"And Snape managed to get everyone's distaste, including the professors, oh that's wonderful.

Hear Quirrell explain.

Harry's mind went back to what Lucas had said.

‘Some people look like bad guys, but they have a delicate heart, while some people look harmless to humans and animals, but they are murderous demons behind their backs.

Isn't this sentence referring to Snape and Quirrell?

Could it be that Lucas already knew there was a problem between the two?

Can't stand Harry thinking about it.

Quirrell just snapped his fingers lightly.

A few strong ropes tied Harry up.

He dragged Harry to the Mirror of Erised, obsessively looking at the picture in the mirror.

"I saw from it that I got the Philosopher's Stone, and I dedicated it to my master. I clearly saw that it was inside, but I couldn't get it. Do I want to smash the mirror?"

"Master?" Harry got to the point.

"That's right, I have a powerful master. I often blame myself because I can't complete the tasks assigned by the master, and I even hide in places where no one is there and cry."

"You're not crying because Snape is bullying you?"

"Of course not, Snape is smart, he's been suspicious of me since the Halloween troll broke in."

"You put the troll in the school?"

Mentioning the troll, Quirrell's expression became very smug.

But there is no waiting to show off.

He frowned, it seemed that his master was in a hurry.

Quirrell dragged Harry to the Mirror of Erised.

"Tell me what you saw, Potter!"

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Neither Quirrell nor Voldemort.

Lucas, who was still hiding beside him, was waiting for Harry.

Lucas knows how to get the Philosopher's Stone.

As long as you want to find it, but don't want to use it, the Philosopher's Stone will naturally appear in that person's hands.

However, Lucas couldn't do it.

And he didn't know what magic Dumbledore had cast on the Sorcerer's Stone and the Mirror of Erised.

So just wait for Harry.

That's why he was willing to endure the two chattering for so long.

Because of where Lucas is.

Just in time to see Harry's expression.

So when the other party suddenly widened his eyes.

When looking at his trouser pocket from the corner of the eye.

Lucas knew that the Sorcerer's Stone had appeared.

‘Merlin, it’s finally coming to an end, my Sorcerer’s Stone, my diamond lottery, it’s finally coming!’

Just when Lucas was about to do it.

Suddenly heard Harry say to Quirrell: "Before I answer you, I have a question.

"You said Snape wanted to protect me, but why do I feel like he hates me so much!"

Quirrell's expression became visibly impatient.

"Of course he hates you. Your father was in the same class as Snape, but your father always bullied Snape. The hatred between them is mortal!"

"Okay Potter, I've answered your question, tell me what you saw?"

Harry stared at the Mirror of Erised and said, "I see myself winning the House Cup!"

"He's lying!"

A low, hoarse voice echoed in the room.

Quirrell seemed terrified of the owner of the voice.

He changed back to his previous submissive look.

"Let me tell him!"

"But master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Quirrell followed Voldemort's instructions and untied the scarf on his head.

A human face suddenly appeared on the back of his head.

Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and looked at Harry in the mirror.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

Harry clutched the lightning scar on his forehead, his vision blurred by the severe pain.

"Harry Potter, look at me now, there is only a little remnant left, I can only survive by sucking the blood of unicorns, and I can only share a body with others. 17

"And this is all thanks to you, so I must get the elixir, so that I can create another body, now give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket!"

Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone and held it tightly in his hand.

"Don't think about it!"

"Go! Catch him"

Quirrell immediately stepped forward and grabbed Harry's wrist.

Harry suddenly felt a pain in the head as if being cut by a sharp axe.

He screamed and struggled, and slapped Qiluo's people indiscriminately.

suddenly.

The other party let go of him.

Harry saw Quirrell howling in pain.

His fingers seemed to have been scalded by boiling water, and they were covered with blisters.

"Go! Kill him!"

Voldemort's voice came again.

Quirrell stepped forward, enduring the excruciating pain.

He grabbed Harry's neck with both hands, trying to strangle him to death.

The lungs are getting less and less breath.

Harry's eyes were also getting darker.

He knew that if he went on like this, he would definitely die.

Just before Harry was about to pass out.

Quirrell let go of his neck with a scream.

Looking at Quirrell's red hands.

Lucas, who was hiding aside, looked solemn.

Lily 447 The magic that Potter sacrificed his life for was really powerful.

It wasn't just that Voldemort couldn't do harm to Harry.

Even the person he possesses is the same.

I just don't know what the name of this magic is.

There is no magic that has the same effect as this kind of magic among the magic known to the public.

Lucas guessed that this magic traded life for protection, which seemed great.

But the category should be attributed to the list of black magic.

So here comes the problem.

Lily Potter, a Muggle-born witch.

How to learn such a powerful and suspected lost black magic?

Lucas frowned, glancing around the corner.

Will it be Dumbledore?

Or the Potter family's own collection?

At this time.

The exasperated Voldemort had run out of patience.

He yelled at Quirrell, "Use a spell, idiot, and kill him!"

Rocky pulled out a wand that he got from nowhere.

Looking at Harry fiercely: "Avada..."

"Disarm you!"

On the nick of time.

A disarming spell flew out from the side.

Harry, who thought he was going to die, immediately looked to where the voice came from.

And Quirrell, the first time he saw the Disarming Curse, dodged to the side.

It seemed that after the fight in the Forbidden Forest, both he and Voldemort were now under the shadow of the Disarming Curse.

Harry was surprised to see Lucas who lifted the Disillusionment Charm.

"Thank goodness, Lucas, you came just in time."

"The game is over, thank you for your hard work, Harry, leave it to me!"

Lucas stood in front of Harry with his wand in hand.

See Quirrell's wary eyes.

He reminded with a smile: "Professor Quirrell, be careful, I won't hold back today.