Connor's Hogwarts

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The few people who broke through the gate didn't know that every move they made fell into the eyes of an unscrupulous voyeur. What's even more annoying is that this voyeur also tricked an innocent young man into watching the surveillance video with him...

"Wow~ I actually got to 233 questions. As expected of Voldemort, he is very knowledgeable." Connor clapped his hands and laughed.

"..." Dumbledore looked at the "giant screen" hanging on the wall and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "How many questions did you set?"

"Not many, just 777." Connor smiled sincerely.

"..." Are you a devil? Dumbledore waved his hand, and the camera on the screen switched: "Harry and the others are here too. Quirrell hasn't passed the level yet. They won't run into you here." "

"Probably not..." Connor was stunned, stiffened his neck and said: "None of the questions in the back were done by humans. I don't believe that Voldemort can solve 500 questions..."

Sure enough, Voldemort did not disappoint Connor. He worked on the questions for another half an hour and finally achieved a score of 321 in 77 questions.

then

Your magical knowledge level test result is: Intermediate Magician.There is no limit to learning, so please continue to work hard and make persistent efforts.

When the blue screen turned to red and the dazzling subtitles appeared, Voldemort was so angry that his nose was crooked, even though he had no nose.

"Hahaha, an intermediate magician, Voldemort is nothing more than that." Connor behind the screen laughed.

""Dumbledore asked curiously: "How do you classify this?"

"Uh-huh, it's very simple. According to the number of questions, we divide them into junior wizards with less than 50 questions, intermediate wizards with less than 100 questions, senior wizards with less than 200 questions, junior wizards with less than 300 questions, and intermediate wizards with less than 400 questions."

Connor shrugged: "Is it simple and easy to understand? Although the question bank is still relatively simple now, I think I can try to promote this test system after expanding the question bank in the future. What do you think?"

Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell who had reached the next level and Harry who was playing chess excitedly. He touched his beard and said, "It's quite interesting."

Quirrell struggled with the potion question for a long time, and then Voldemort took control of him. He solved the puzzle in two or three strokes and swallowed the potion to reach the final level.

"I need to leave for a moment." Dumbledore stood up, said something to Connor, and then disappeared into the room the next second.

Connor tilted his head and said to himself: "Why did you do it right, Saber?"

"Master" Arturia emerged from her earrings.

"I remember I hung up the photo frame in the safe house, right? You can go over and help me to prevent any accidents from happening." Connor pointed at the three or two kittens on the screen.

"I understand." Artoria nodded and disappeared into the room. She always obeyed Connor's orders unless they were unhealthy.

Then only Connor and the bald Phoenix Fox were left in the room. Just when Connor was about to say hello to the hairless chicken, Angel suddenly jumped out of the earrings, looked around first, and then sat on the buttocks. Connor's arms.

"Hmm daddy is mine alone now."

Connor helplessly touched Angel's head and watched the live broadcast together, and then he saw a strange scene

Quirrell stared intently at the Mirror of Erised in front of him, and behind the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore stood upright, but neither Quirrell nor Voldemort noticed Dumbledore behind the mirror.

Then Connor clearly realized that compared to magical attainments, Voldemort was indeed no match for Dumbledore.

"Wrap your turban, I don't want to see this mirror." Voldemort ordered Quirrell, and Quirrell obeyed timidly.

Connor touched his chin: "What will Voldemort see?"

The person who appeared in front of Harry was not Snape, nor Voldemort, but Quirrell.

"It's you" Harry was so shocked that he even couldn't breathe.

Quirrell laughed calmly, his back was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and he didn't stutter anymore. After so long, he finally met someone who could pretend, and Quirrell was even a little happy.

"Yes, it's me. I was wondering if I could meet you, Potter."

"But I thought it was Snape" Harry stammered this time.

"Snape" Quirrell laughed, his face sinister and scary:

"Yes, Snape does not look like a good person, does he? He flies around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt that poor Coco is , where is Professor Quirrell who is stammering, hahahahaha."

In fact, Quirrell didn't want to talk to Snape, but this was his master's order. In order to help Snape, his "loyal" servant, he wanted to draw a clear line with him and let Snape gain more trust.

Harry backed away tremblingly, he couldn't believe it.

No, this can't be true, no way

"Snape tried to kill me. He wanted me to fall off my broom and die," Harry shouted at Quirrell.

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape, and they knocked me down. She broke my gaze on you, and I would have thrown you off your broomstick if I hadn't held on for a few more seconds. If Snape hadn't been chanting counter-curses to keep you alive, I would have Knocked you down."

Quirrell also tried his best to prove Snape's innocence.

"How could Snape want to save me? He obviously hates me so much." Harry kept shaking his head. He was unwilling to accept this result.

"Of course it is," Quirrell smiled evilly, with an imposing manner, "Why did he want to be the referee for your second match? He wanted to make sure that I don't hurt you again. It's really ridiculous... In fact, he didn't have to do this. Thoughts. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore here. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular. What a fool. But it all happened. It’s all in vain, no matter what, I will definitely kill you tonight.”

"Pa" Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes jumped out of thin air from behind him, tying Harry into a rice dumpling.

Seeing Harry who was defenseless under his own hands, Quirrell couldn't help but asked in his heart: "Master, I seem to be able to kill him, do you want to?"

"Don't worry, let him help find the magic stone first. You can't find the stone, but he can find it, and then try to kill him."

With instructions, Quirrell had to continue his performance:

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"It was you who let that troll in." Harry "wittily" colluded with all the clues. He finally believed that it was not Snape who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone but Quirrell in front of him.

"Of course it is. I have a special way to deal with trolls. Unfortunately, when everyone was hurriedly looking for trolls, Snape, who had already been suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me. My troll didn't kill you, and even the three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off."

Quirrell showed an exaggerated expression of incompetence and rage, and he also worked hard to clear Snape's name.

When Quirrell calmed down, he stroked the mirror beside him and said, "Okay, just wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that the thing standing beside Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised that he had discovered by accident before, but this time he didn't see his parents when he looked in the mirror.

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

Worried that Quirrell had found the Philosopher's Stone, Harry decided to talk to him so he wouldn't be able to focus on the mirror.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest"

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, while turning to check behind the magic mirror, and from Connor's perspective, he passed in front of Dumbledore many times but did not find Dumbledore, which made Connor Weird expression.

"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. He wanted to scare me, but how could he scare me? There was someone standing behind me, but my master Voldemort .”

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I've already found the Philosopher's Stone. I'm planning to dedicate it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they became tighter and tighter.His breathing became more and more constricted: "But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said nonchalantly, "Of course he hates you. He and your father were studying at Hogwarts together. Oh, you didn't know this. They hated each other and were incompatible with each other. But he never wanted you to die."

"" Harry was silent. He really never thought that Snape and his father would be classmates, but now was not the time to think about it. He struggled and shouted: "Even if you get the Sorcerer's Stone, you can't escape from school." I have written to Dumbledore and he will be back here soon."

"My master is watching me, and I am not afraid of Dumbledore. No matter where I go, he is with me," Quirrell said calmly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I At that time, I was still a silly young man with a set of absurd ideas about good and evil. It was the great Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power is everything."

This person was obviously fooled by fools, Connor looked at him speechlessly, and then ate the watermelon bored.

Quirrell suddenly trembled: "But he never forgives my mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Sorcerer's Stone from Gringotts, he was very unhappy and punished me."

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.

Then Harry remembered the first time he went to Diagon Alley. At that time, he saw Quirrell and shook hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron. Why didn't he think of it at the time?

Quirrell felt that the time was almost here. He turned around and said sinisterly, "Come on, Potter, come here."

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

"Come here," repeated Quirrell, "look yourself in the mirror, and tell me what you see."

Harry walked towards him, wondering how to get away with it.

Quirrell moved up behind him.Harry smelled a strange, disgusting odor that seemed to be coming from the scarf on Quirrell's head.He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened them.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled.Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket.

At the same time, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. No way, I actually got the Sorcerer's Stone like this.

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

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

Then Harry heard a sharp voice from behind Quirrell's head: "He's lying. He's lying."

"Potter, come back here," Quirrell shouted, lifting him up with one hand, "tell me the truth about what you just saw."

"Let me talk to him face to face"

"Master, your physical strength"

"I still have the strength"

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in a devil's net, unable to move at all.He stood there blankly, watching Quirrell raise his hand to untie the scarf from his head.What's going on? The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small.Then, he slowly turned around.

Harry wanted to scream, but no sound came out.Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was actually a face.

Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face before.The color of that face was dead white like chalk, the blood-red eyes seemed to be shining, and underneath were two nostrils that were slender and slender like snakes.

So ugly, this was Harry's first thought, and then it was Voldemort. Harry already knew the answer in his heart. He never thought that Voldemort was actually hiding in Quirrell's body.

"Harry Potter" Voldemort showed an ugly smile.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't do it.

"Look what I have become," said the face. "Only shadow and vapor remain. I can only have form when I share a body with others. But there are always some people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds." But once I get the elixir, I can recreate my own body. Why don't you give me the magic stone in your pocket?"

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He knew it and Harry's legs staggered back.

"Don't be stupid, Harry Potter," the face said viciously, "It's best to save your own life and come to me, otherwise you will end up like your parents. They begged me for mercy before they died. "

"You're lying," Harry shouted violently, "There's no way my parents are begging for mercy from you."

Quirrell stepped back towards him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him.Now there was a grin on that wicked face.

"How touching..." he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage, but this is useless. Give me the magic stone and don't struggle needlessly."

"Don't even think about it." Harry's eyes lit up with hot fire.

Voldemort screamed: "He wants to run and catch him"

But

Harry didn't run, he charged towards Quirrell. He was a wizard, but he didn't pick up the wand. What he waved towards Quirrell was his fist.

Harry's small body burst out with a speed that should not belong to him, and his first punch hit Quirrell's reverse slap.

The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly hurt sharply. When the heartbreaking pain ended, Harry's heart skipped a beat. This momentary flaw could cost him his life. However, the expected attack did not come, and instead Harry heard screams that did not belong to him. Voice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"

Harry looked around blankly, only to see Quirrell hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers. Harry saw blisters appearing one by one on his hands.

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Harry's eyes were red and seemed to be glowing. Harry clenched his fists, stepped forward, punched with half a step, and then

"Eula Euler Euler Euler Euler"

Harry's fists fell on Quirrell's body like raindrops. Every time the fists touched, Harry's head hurt as if it was going to explode. But he did not stop. He used all his strength to push all the The fists were tilted towards Quirrell.

"Fool, fool, fight back, fight back."

"Ahhhhhh" Quirrell wanted to fight back, but the pain made him unable to hold the wand firmly, and blisters appeared everywhere on his body.

"Ahhhhh" Harry's fist fell on Quirrell's face and the back of his head. Quirrell continued to scream. His skin began to turn red, fall off, and then evaporate into ashes.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola"

Harry's headache became more and more severe. His vision turned black. He could only hear Quirrell's terrifying screams and the wind caused by his fists. Then he sank into darkness, as if he was falling, falling, falling.

Harry's consciousness gradually blurred. At the end, he seemed to see Principal Dumbledore coming back to save him. Principal Dumbledore stood in front of him with a strange expression on his face, and seemed to be holding a monster card in his hand.

Am I saved? It must be a dream.