Hogwarts wizard nemesis

"Okay." Harry smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and said, "I can see that your grandfather is really a good wizard."

Leon said: "Yes, there is no doubt about it."

"Okay, friends, it's time for us to leave here." Hermione took the round bottle on the far right and took a big sip. Fortunately, there was still a lot in it, and Joey and Dylan also drank it. They all shivered all over.

"Isn't it poison?" Harry asked worriedly.

"It's just like ice, it's bitingly cold."

"Well, then you should go quickly, maybe it will lose its effectiveness after a while."

At this time, Joey and Dylan came over, and Leon told them not to worry.

Dylan said: "Come on, Leon, I believe you are the best."

Leon nodded and smiled: "Of course I am."

Joey still looked worried, "But Leon, to be honest, I always think it will"

"Don't worry, Joey, I'm sensible, time is running out, you and Dylan should go out first." Leon said.

"Okay, okay" Joey said no more.

Hermione turned around and led Joey and Dylan straight through the purple flames.

Harry took a deep breath, looked at Leon, and said with a smile: "Are you ready?"

Leon smiled and nodded.

"Come on." There was less than half of the liquid left in the bottle. Harry drank the remaining half and handed the bottle to Leon. Leon drank it all in one gulp.

It really penetrated his whole body like ice.

The two of them plucked up the courage and walked forward. They saw black flames licking their bodies, but they felt nothing.

In an instant, Harry and Leon could see nothing, only black flames in front of them. Then, they successfully reached the other side and entered the last room.

They approached slowly

Only then did Harry see clearly that there was someone inside. He was neither Snape nor even Voldemort.

It's Professor Quirrell.

"It's you" Harry gasped in shock.

Quirrell turned around and smiled, his face now less twitchy than before.

"It's me, look, who's here," he said calmly, "Harry Potter, with a little boy. But, Potter, I was just wondering if I would meet you here."

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at him.

"But I thought it was Snape"

"Snape" Quirrell laughed.

This laugh was not his usual shrill, harsh trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape really doesn't look like a good person, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is really helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt poor Coco? , where is the stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't believe this, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be true.

"But Snape once tried to kill me."

"No, no, no, it's me who wants to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over and set Snape on fire, accidentally knocking me over. She ruined my love for you. In fact, as long as I hold on for a few more seconds, I will be able to throw you off the broomstick."

"If Snape hadn't been chanting a breaking spell beside you to save your life, I would have thrown you to death."

"Snape wanted to save me"

"Of course it is." Quirrell said coldly, "Why did he want to be the referee for your second match? He wanted to make sure that I didn't hurt you again. It's really ridiculous. In fact, he didn't need to bother with it. With Deng There was nothing I could do with Bullydo present, and the other teachers all thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular. But it was all a waste of time, anyway. Potter, I will never let you leave here tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and as soon as he said it, several ropes jumped out of thin air, tying Harry and Leon tightly.

Leon struggled for a long time, but the rope didn't move at all.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't break away." Quirrell said, he looked at Harry again: "You are too nosy, I can't let you live in the world anymore, Potter, on Halloween, you are here There was a lot of wandering around the school, and I knew right then that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone."

"You were the one who let that troll in."

"Of course it is. I have a special way to deal with trolls. You must have seen how I taught the guy in the room over there, right? Unfortunately, when everyone was hurriedly looking for trolls, they had already Snape, who was suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me. Not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big dog with three heads didn't bite off Snape's leg. Now, wait quietly, Potter, I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry realize that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised.

Although this mirror no longer exists, Leon once heard Grandpa Harry talk about it and still has some understanding of its function.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured, tapping the surrounding mirror frame with his hand. "Only Dumbledore can get such a thing, but he is waiting for him in London at the moment. When I come back, I will have left long ago."

The only way Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking so that he wouldn't focus on the magic mirror.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest," he said boldly.

"That's right." Quirrell said lazily, while turning behind the mirror to check, "He had already set his sights on me at that time, and wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had been doubting me, and he wanted to scare me. , but how can he scare me? Lord Voldemort is my backer."

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

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone. I am dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry and Leon tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they were entangled tighter and tighter.

Harry had to stop Quirrell.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you." Quirrell said casually, "Oh my god, of course he likes you. She and your father were studying at Hogwarts together. Didn't you know that they hated each other? Dai Tian, ​​but he never wants you to die."

Regarding his own affairs, including his great-grandfather, Grandpa Harry usually revealed very little, and Leon seemed a little surprised to hear this.