Hogwarts: Opening Sign-In Mangekyo Sharingan

"Tell me! What's the matter?"

Quirrell asked sullenly.

"Well, I saw him some time ago.

Then I dissected it out of curiosity, maybe he is a little afraid of me?"

Facing the green light at the tip of the staff.

Braun said without reservation.

But this answer made Quirrell feel very speechless.

The gaze towards Braun also became a little strange.

"Keep going! Then tell me what you see!"

Braun had no choice but to walk towards the Mirror of Erised again.

Stand in front of the other person.

"Tell me what you saw?"

Quirrell's cold voice sounded behind him.

While Braun was desperately switching to Occlumency, he also constructed a false memory in his mind.

"I see myself becoming the greatest alchemist in the world!"

There was enthusiasm in Braun's tone.

But Quirrell's expression became gloomy.

Because he found out that Braun's memory didn't lie.

So it means that the other party didn't get the Philosopher's Stone!

"boom!"

The spell hits Braun and knocks him off the wall.

And Quirrell released the spell angrily.

After wasting so much effort, he was burned by fire, cut by knives and shot by crossbow arrows.

In the end, I got nothing!

Braun leaned against the wall.

The pain caused by the spell hitting his body made half of his body numb.

A ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

Although all the things on his body were taken away by Quirrell, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the slightest backhand power.

You can still have a lot of good things in your backpack!

He's debating whether to give this guy a couple of shots.

Tread Tread...

"click"

Accompanied by footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

Harry Potter walked in somewhat embarrassed.

And the anger in his heart made his eyes red when he saw Braun.

"Sure enough you Braun "One Seven Zero"! Both you and Snape are Voldemort's lackeys!"

"You're trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone and help Voldemort come back! You lied to Hermione!"

Looking at Harry on his bloody head.

Braun said he didn't want to deal with this idiot.

Don't you see that you are still being beaten against the wall?

How did this two idiots become the savior?

But Quirrell, who was still releasing the spell to vent his anger, suddenly became pleasantly surprised.

"Harry Potter! Haha...sure enough! I knew today was my lucky day!"

He had been prepared to escape Hogwarts and find another way.

Unexpectedly, at the last minute, Harry Potter was delivered to the door!

"Quirrell?"

Looking at Quirrell with a hooded face full of surprise.

Harry Potter couldn't believe his eyes.

"How could it be you, Snape?"

All his attention was on Braun.

Only now did he realize that the wizard who was casting the spell unscrupulously was not Snape at all.

It's Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who has always been kind in his impression!

Look at Harry in disbelief.

Quirrell was overjoyed.

There was also pride in his expression.

"Yeah! Who would have thought that an ordinary, cowardly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be the one who stole the Philosopher's Stone?

What do you mean, Potter?"

Harry Potter was still in shock at the moment.

"That's right, Snape really doesn't look like a good person, punishing students with a gloomy face every day.

Also always likes to deduct points for trouble in Potions class.

But I'd also like to thank him if it wasn't for him being the one who grabs your attention.

How did my poor and weak Defense Against the Dark Arts professor have the opportunity to come here?"

Quirrell seemed very complacent.

The joy of imminent success made him not mind chatting with the savior Harry.

Of course, there are still some necessary precautions.

A rope tightly restrained Harry who was making small movements like a snake.

The opponent's wand also flew into his hand.

"To be honest, I have observed you for a whole year!

I really don't see where you have the savior's temperament.

You're not even as good as Braun Rolle.

At least he saw something wrong with me early on.

Instead of biting Snape like a headless chicken like you, it might as well. "

Harry looked at Braun in the corner in shock.

At the same time, there was a guilty look on his face.

He originally thought that the other party was the traitor and Snape's accomplice.

He also often prides himself on his keen observation skills.

I never thought that the stupidest person would be myself!

"Do you think you're stupid?"

Quirrell's teasing voice came again.

Harry glared.

But Quirrell didn't care.

"You should be thankful if your mother hadn't cast a powerful spell to deflect that spell.

You are dead now!

Savior?

Those stupid guys just don't get it!

No one can defeat the great me!"

Quirrell's tone was fanatical.

That look made Harry a little scared, and a little confused.

"Great you?"

Harry looked disdainful.

"You are nothing but a lackey of Voldemort!"

A strange smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

"No no no! You're wrong.

Because I'm not just Quirrell..."

He turned around slowly.

And another ugly snake-like face slowly opened its eyes.

He stared at Harry icily.

"Me too... Voldemort!"

The smooth, snake-like voice made Harry Potter's pupils constrict.

Then the scar on his head began to burn like a flame again.

There was also a loud bang in the ears.

"Come on! I think you won't let me down!"

He didn't care about Harry who was in pain at the moment but controlled him to come to the mirror.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes open despite the pain.

But from the corner of his eye, he still saw a boy with sad eyes taking out a small red stone from his pocket.

Put it in your clothes pocket.

Then he felt his jacket pocket sink slightly.

"What did you see?"

Voldemort's cold voice sounded again.

"I don't see anything!"

Harry gritted his teeth.

"Really? The one in your pocket should be the Philosopher's Stone..."

A smile formed on Voldemort's lips.

Under Harry Potter's panicked eyes, he took out the red stone.

"Sorcerer's Stone! I will return to this world!"

Voldemort looked drunk.

The ugly face is full of madness.

So did Quirrell.

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone in my hand, I seem to see my own bright future!

"Kill Harry Potter Quirrell.

Then bring Braun Roll!

He will provide massive amounts of money for my comeback.

We will be the masters of the new era!"

Voldemort ordered harshly.

It's just that Quirrell just put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket indifferently.

Said calmly:

"No, I want to be the master! Not you Voldemort!"

Braun, who was about to draw a gun in the corner, was stunned by this dramatic scene.

what the hell

Quirrell mutiny?

Where did he get the guts?

It wasn't just Braun who thought so, Voldemort's tone was filled with disbelief.

But what followed was anger:

"You know what you're talking about, Quirrell!

You are blaspheming your great master, if you beg me for mercy now..."

"Wizards have no master Voldemort!

Wizards have nothing but truth!"

"Then show me your truth!"

Voldemort screamed sharply, and at the same time controlled himself to suck Quirrell's life.

He was going to give this daring minion a little leave to see.

But when he used his magic power, he found that he seemed to be out of control

"what did you do to me?"

For the first time there was panic in Voldemort's tone.

On the other hand, Quirrell looked calm.

He even said that he opened his hands as if enjoying his honor.

Like a star that everyone pays attention to.

And Braun and others are his audience.

"I!

Quilinus Quirrell!

Graduated from Hogwarts La Wen Crow College in 1978!

In 1979, he began to travel around the world and officially became the Void Religion, the successor of the Soul Touch School.

Voldemort, you really didn't think I would surrender so easily when I met that weak you in the Bavarian forest...

You are so self righteous.

Like a farmer tending a fruit tree, it is only for the sweetest fruit.

Let me eat you... I will inherit all your knowledge..."

Before Voldemort could say anything.

A variety of dense runes began to appear on Quirrell's body, including runes and various characters that Braun could not recognize.

But it's just blogging.

Voldemort is like a vampire illuminated by sunlight.

There were bursts of white smoke on his body.

issued a piercing roar.

"Quirrell! I am immortal! No one can kill me... I will live forever again..."

His ferocious snake face smiled like ice and snow under the runes.

And a black mist broke through the shackles of the runes at an unimaginable speed.

Disappeared without a trace.

'...

Perhaps the magic was broken, and Quirrell's magic became chaotic.

The terrifying aura around him has also weakened a lot.

But there was unimaginable excitement in his eyes.

He flicked his wand lightly, and Harry collapsed to the ground in an instant.

Then he walked slowly in front of Braun.

Seems pleased with Braun's shocked look.

"Braun Rolle. Although you are a genius in alchemy.

But I can only say sorry to you. "

There was pity in his expression.

However, a green light appeared on the wand.

"That's what I'm going to say too, Professor!"

Braun bared his white teeth.

But Quirrell, who was originally indifferent, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Without even thinking about it, the green light on the wand flew out.

But the green light didn't hit Braun, instead it hit a huge bronze book.

Then it was reflected on the wall next to it.

Before he could think about why this thing appeared in Braun's arms.

A pair of scarlet eyes caught his attention, he seemed to see the moon...

'boom!'

The loud noise echoed in the empty classroom..

Quirrell's body

Layer after layer of protective magic lit up.

But it was crushed by black projectiles like paper, and a blood hole appeared on the originally smooth forehead.

Blood flowed out slowly along the forehead, soaking most of the ground.

And Braun was panting heavily, his face pale as paper.

Although the Death Curse was resisted by the bronze book that recorded the alchemy inheritance.

But the powerful impact made Braun groan in pain.

Originally, he planned to use other gods to control the opponent.

But I found that even other gods can only control each other for a short time.

The strength of Quirrell's spirit is simply beyond his control.

Thanks to him for putting the alchemy gun in his backpack.

Otherwise, it might be really cold this time.

He gently blew away the white smoke from the muzzle.

Looking at the unrepentant Quirrell, a smile could not help showing on his face.

"My lord! Times have changed! Isn't this better than a wand?"

Still waiting for Braun to make any move.

The bronze book that was still lying in his arms.

But suddenly there was a burst of light.

Then it flew out of Braun's hand and appeared on Quirrell's head.

A distorted soul gave Braun a venomous look, and howled it was included in the bronze book.

And Quirrell's body also slowly disappeared.

All that was left was a pile of clothing and fragments of alchemy items.

"So this book also has the attribute of touching corpses?"

Not waiting for Braun to complain.

The bronze book flew back into his arms again.

The pages of the book were turned, and a new page was slowly formed.

[Alchemy Item: Soul Puppet.

Alchemy materials: living wizards or other magical creatures, magic metals, magic crystals, living creatures……….

Effect: unknown

Comments: Taboo human alchemy.

It is better to use wizards as materials. 】

$555:...

If those other items are just making yourself a capitalist in the wizarding world.

So now this is to make myself develop in the direction of the Dark Lord.

He seemed to see Azkaban waving to him.

Maybe I can go to Nurmengard for further study in the future.

Keeping company with Grindelwald?

Hastily dispelled the terrifying thought in his mind.

Braun put the bronze book away.

Picked up the red magic stone on the pile of clothes.

"kindness?"

There was doubt in his expression.

Because he didn't feel any powerful magic power from this Philosopher's Stone, which was respected by the entire wizarding world.

On the contrary, it's a feeling...that the alchemy items are about to collapse?

"It seems that you are aware of its problem."

Braun cautiously raised his revolver and shot in the back without saying a word.

Turning around, he found Dumbledore standing behind him.

"Sorry, Professor..."

Braun said awkwardly.

Just looking at the bullet that easily pierced Quirrell's head, it appeared in the opponent's hand at this moment.

He watched curiously.

After a long time, he looked back.

Looking at Braun with complicated eyes, he sighed deeply.

"I knew in 1.8 that you wouldn't really give up the research on this kind of alchemy item that can disrupt magic."

"This professor..."

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"I'm personally not interested in your explanation, and I also have no right to interfere with a division's research.

I just hope you don't spread this weapon. "

After seeing Braun nod, he ended the topic.

The Philosopher's Stone flew slowly from Braun's hand back into Dumbledore's hand.

"I think you should feel the power of this Philosopher's Stone... yes he is about to collapse.

Maybe one last use.

That's why Niko promised me to give him to me. "

There was also a daze in Braun's expression.

Think about it too.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Philosopher's Stone was worthless, how could his teacher Nicolas May be willing to hand him over.

Scared of Voldemort?

He doesn't believe that an old wizard who has lived for more than six hundred years, a powerful wizard who has survived the Goblin Rebellion and the Battle of Grindelwald, will be afraid of a second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort

"Then tell me about what happened just now, kid."

Dumbledore did not use Legilimency, but asked lightly.

"Of course, Professor."

He will unreservedly tell about the infighting between Quirrell and Voldemort from when he was caught.

Of course he concealed the matter about his bronze book.

Instead, he said that after he shot Quirrell's head, the opponent's body disappeared strangely, leaving only these clothes.

Dumbledore gave Braun a deep look, not bothering to conceal part of his words.

Although he didn't use Legilimency, his long-term experience made him more able to distinguish truth from lies.

The child in front of him was not lying.

This is enough for him.

I saw him waving his wand lightly.

Harry woke up from a coma.

Shabini and Theodore, who were put into that pocket, also appeared outside. .