I was inventing at Hogwarts

Hermione's fingers were pressed on the switch of the automatic flute, and her palms were now covered in sweat.

Ron had already recorded the singing voice, and the song would play just by pressing the switch.

And once the switch is pressed, according to the plan, she will leave here immediately to avoid being attacked by Quirrell or Voldemort.

Rigg and Ron will also start attacking Voldemort to buy Hermione time.

Originally, Harry was also a member of the attack team, but now he was tied and fell to the ground. Hermione was worried that Harry would be harmed after the war started.

She patiently waited for the best time.

Rigg and Harry were not in a hurry. Once it started, the battle would have to be decided. If it took some time, the professors might arrive.

Rigg didn't know whether Miracle had found the professors.

On the top floor of Hogwarts Tower, I found the wonders of the entire castle and licked my little nose that was dry due to exercise fever.

She smelled the tabby cat.

Without the help of the professor, Rigg frowned. He had just paid off the experience points of the loan at Zero, and might have to owe it again.

Rigg pressed the big tail that circled around his waist to his heart, and the big tail slapped him unhappily.

Quirrell was still talking about the love-hate relationship between Harry's father James and Professor Snape.

Harry was even a little grateful to Quirrell, who told him more about his parents than Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore.

Harry listened in fascination as the rope grew looser as he made no effort to struggle.

Harry could even sit up and listen, but Quirrell glanced at him and ignored him.

"Did you let that troll in?"

Quirrell talked from James to Snape. How could he talk about Snape without talking about Quirrell's own brilliance in fighting against Snape?

Voldemort in Quirrell's body was secretly accumulating strength, and he was about to come out.

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls - you must have seen how I taught that guy in the room over there?"

No one is in a hurry, only one person is.

Jijiji King Ron.

His arm was already sore from lifting the sword off the ground. After a while, he might drop the sword to the ground and reveal his secret.

He secretly placed the sword on the ground.

The long sword came into contact with the ground and the dust that had accumulated on the ground for an unknown period of time, and made a small "pop" sound.

Quirrell's eyes swept over him instantly, and his eyes moved back and forth across the room.

Is the fight about to begin?

Hermione felt the air freeze instantly, and she stared at Quirrell.

The battle is about to break out.

The other three people were all worried about Ron. Harry didn't even dare to turn his head away, for fear that Quirrell would really find Ron.

Rigg and Hermione waited with bated breath.

Hermione was really worried that Quirrell could hear her heartbeat.

If Quirrell discovers something, the battle must begin immediately in order to maintain the advantage.

Long night walks, multiple uses of the Disillusionment Charm, and Rigg's superb spell skills helped the foursome a lot.

Quirrell glanced at the room, which was as empty as before, and Harry, who was still unresponsive, and suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Due to the constant loss of blood and physical weakness, he often had tinnitus recently, and sometimes he couldn't even hear Voldemort's reprimands.

"Haha, I will use those methods on you soon."

Quirrell, who was speechless, threatened Harry one last time, then suddenly turned around and looked in the mirror.

Hermione was so frightened that she retracted her finger that almost pressed the switch.

"Well, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

As soon as the quartet entered the room, they discovered the mirror, which was the Mirror of Erised they had seen many times.

It turns out that Professor Dumbledore removed the Mirror of Erised and used it here, Harry thought to himself.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding nervously as if the Philosopher's Stone was in the Mirror of Erised.

Harry felt that Dumbledore would give him the Philosopher's Stone, so he needed to find a chance to look in the mirror.

"Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing. But he is in London at the moment. By the time he comes back, I will have left long ago..."

Then Rigg understood why they couldn't find the professors.

They were probably all fooled away by Qiluo's trick.

But the professors can't always be deceived by Quirrell, and they might be on their way back now.

Top of the tower.

Wonderful meowed, signaling Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, who had just returned, to follow her.

Dumbledore has always been an amiable little old man. Every time the students see him, they are always happy.

But now there was no smile on his face, and his blue eyes, once as gentle as the clear sky, were now full of storm.

He flicked his wizard robe and summoned his pet phoenix, and Fox appeared beside him instantly.

Before Dumbledore could move forward, Snape cursed behind Professor McGonagall.

He ignored Dumbledore and strode forward following the miracle.

In the last room.

Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into it.

"I have seen the Philosopher's Stone. I am offering it to my Master. But where is it hidden?"

Harry knew, but Harry didn't dare speak.

Quirrell ignored him and kept talking to himself: "What's going on with this mirror? What function does it have? Help me, Master!"

After waiting for so long, Voldemort felt better and his voice could reach reality.

"It's the Mirror of Erised, you fool. Use the boy, use Potter."

Quirrell turned to Harry again, "Okay, Potter."

He clapped his hands together, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically.

Harry stood up slowly, but didn't move over.

He was worried that he had actually obtained the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell will definitely take it, Harry thought anxiously.

"Come here," Quirrell vomited some blood clots, and his expression suddenly darkened.

He repeated impatiently, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry couldn't stand still anymore, Quirrell looked like he wanted to give him a blow at any moment.

He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened his eyes.

Harry saw himself in the mirror, pale and frightened at first, but this is how he looks now.

But after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone back into his pocket.

At this moment, Harry felt something heavy fall into the right pocket of his wizard robe.

He actually got the Philosopher's Stone like this, and Harry's hand moved as if in convulsion.

He reflexively wanted to touch the magic stone, but restrained himself.

Not far away, Rigg and Hermione's eyes lit up together.

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I feel like I'm suffering from phantom sheep syndrome, and I worry every day that I'm really a sheep.

The main reason is that I have a headache today, a fever of 37.8°, a cough and stuffy nose, and body aches, but the antigen is negative. . . I'm really convinced