Hogwarts wizard nemesis

"But a few days ago I heard you crying and I thought Snape was threatening you."

For the first time a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow my master's orders. He is a great wizard and I am so weak."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No matter where I go, he is with me." Quirrell said calmly, "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a silly young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil. The idea is that Voldemort pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power. Since then, I have served him loyally, but I have also had many times. Let him down. He's always been very hard on me."

Quirrell suddenly trembled, "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Sorcerer's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and decided to monitor me more closely from now on."

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.

Harry couldn't help but blame himself for not discovering Quirrell's secret earlier.

Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I really don't understand if the magic stone is hidden in the mirror. Should I break the mirror?"

Harry's mind was spinning rapidly, and Leon was also racking his brains, but for a while he couldn't think of any good plan at all.

Leon secretly noticed that Grandpa Harry, who was only 11 years old at this time, quietly moved to the left, trying to move in front of the mirror when Quirrell wasn't paying attention. However, the rope wrapped around his ankle was too tight, and he tripped. Fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Chiluo ignored him and continued talking to himself.

"What's going on with this mirror? What function does it have? Help me, Master."

Harry and Leon were horrified to hear a voice replying, which seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

"Use that boy, use that boy"

Quirrell turned to Harry.

"Okay, Potter, come up here."

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically, and Harry slowly stood up.

Leon looked anxious.

"Come up here," Quirrell said again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"Hey, you can't go" Leon whispered.

Harry smiled at him, "It's okay, don't worry about me."

After saying that, Harry walked towards Quirrell.

Harry thought to himself: I have to lie to him, I have to look in the mirror first and then make up a lie to deceive him, just do it.

Quirrell leaned behind him, and Harry smelled a strange smell, which seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head.

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

Harry saw himself in the mirror. His face was pale and frightened at first, but after a moment, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket and took out a bright red stone. Then he blinked and put the stone back into his pocket. At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. pocket.

That's the magic stone

"How is it?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry mustered up his courage and said, "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell began to curse again, and said: "Go away!"

As Harry stepped aside, he felt the Philosopher's Stone against his thigh.

But he had not taken five steps when he heard a sharp voice speaking, but Quirrell's lips did not move at all.

"He's lying. He's lying."

"Potter, come back here," Quirrell shouted, "tell me the truth about what you just saw."

The shrill voice spoke again.

"Let me talk to him face to face"

"But Master, your strength has not recovered yet."

"I still have the strength"

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in a magic net, unable to move any part of his body.

He stood there blankly, as well as Lyon, who was paralyzed on the ground. They watched Quirrell raise his hand to take off the scarf on his head. What happened? The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked too small. surprisingly.

Then, he slowly turned around

Harry and Leon both wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Leon swore he had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two slender nostrils underneath, which looked like a snake.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Harry wanted to step back, but his legs wouldn't work.

"Look what I have become," said the face. "Only shadow and vapor remain. I can only have a body when I share a body with others. But there are always some people who are willing to let me enter their hearts and minds. Mind Over the past few weeks, the unicorn's blood has restored some of my strength. You saw Quirrell drinking blood for me that day in the Forbidden Forest. Once I get my hands on the elixir, I'll be able to recreate one of my own. Body"

Turns out he is Voldemort

Leon was shocked. He had always heard that Voldemort was a ferocious dark wizard, but those were just rumors. Now that he saw it, he felt how terrifying Voldemort was.

"Well" Voldemort seemed to notice Leon's presence, and said with that face: "Where did that little boy come from?"

Quirrell said respectfully at this time: "Back to the master, he is the kid who came with Potter."

Harry suddenly became nervous, he didn't want to injure others.

The horrible face continued: "Let him come to the mirror."

Quirrell said: "Yes, Master"

Then Quirrell turned around and waved his wand towards Leon. Like Harry, the binding ropes automatically loosened. Then he couldn't control his body and walked forward slowly.

What was going on? Leon was shocked.

Leon came to the mirror and turned around, but there was nothing in sight.

What's happening here

There were only Harry and Quirrell in the mirror. When he came to the center, the mirror directly reflected the background of the room behind them.

The face turned around again, and he asked: "Little boy, what did you see?"

Leon was very nervous. He was speechless for a moment, and it took him a long time to hesitantly make up a scene: "I, I saw that I got an A in every subject in the final exam."

There was a slight pause.

"Jiejiejie" the face let out a deep laugh, and he said: "I guess there is nothing in the mirror, right?"

how did he know

Leon's pupils suddenly dilated, and Harry was also shocked. The Mirror of Erised is a mirror full of magic, but there has never been a situation where there is nothing. What is going on?

"It seems that I guessed it right," the face continued, "It's just as I imagined. You are not from this era, right?"

When the words fell, not only Leon, but also Quirrell and Harry were extremely surprised.

"What do you mean if you are not a master of this era?" Quirrell asked.

The face did not answer Quirrell's question, but said to himself: "I have to admit, magic is indeed amazing, aren't you right, Potter?" His cold eyes seemed to capture people's hearts.