hogwarts rose

Tria was a little uncertain about what Voldemort wanted to do. Logically speaking, he should find the Sorcerer's Stone immediately, and if he had time, he would catch Harry and talk about the past, so that it would be more in line with his villain's personality. identity.

But now, he didn't care about Harry's appearance at all, and instead said strange things to her.

and......

Tria carefully looked at the horrifying scene in front of her, feeling it with her heart.

Compared with other normal people, Voldemort's soul is really fragile and evil.

Tria could clearly feel that Quirrell and Voldemort were like a big tree and a dodder nestled together. The dodder had to be tightly wrapped around the big tree to get a little bit of nutrients and barely maintain its body.

"You are vulnerable."

Tria said calmly, and Voldemort smiled with the corner of his mouth cracked, it was really cracked, his mouth was like a slit that was cut open.

"Yes, my soul is fragile, but my strength is still strong!"

The second half of his sentence suddenly increased the volume, as if he was eager to prove something.

"My time is not over! My friends still follow me! I will get the Philosopher's Stone and reshape my body!"

He spoke fast, but full of emotion, like a lecturer on success.

"The Black family is my most loyal follower and my closest friend."

"And you, Miss Black, join us! Join the glory within reach!"

[At this moment, secretly observing Dumbledore and Grindelwald who are protecting the safety of the children: ...

G: Can I go and kill him?

A: Bear with it.

G: (enduring toothache)]

In fact, Tria didn't understand why Voldemort recruited himself as a first-year student, let alone why this person tolerated the embarrassing thing of "I'm a scalp" when recruiting his subordinates.

According to some existing video records, it is clear that Grindelwald is well-dressed when meeting with his followers. Why doesn't Voldemort have such a consciousness?

She tried not to embarrass the other party's euphemistic rejection:

"I'm sorry, but I still want to study hard in school. I'm really strong only when I'm strong, haha."

Tria tried to pull a not-so-forced smile, dealing with Voldemort, who was recruiting talent.

What is the difference between this scene and Excavator University going to Tsinghua University to enroll students.

Smiling at you is purely polite. :)

Although Voldemort could have expected that Tria would refuse, he was still a little annoyed when he heard it.

He suddenly cast his eyes aside because: [Snape is a good man, he is my savior] Harry, who was in a daze, whispered:

"Harry Potter."

The sound was like a devil's moan, and Harry woke up suddenly.

"Look at this mirror."

He seemed to step aside kindly, and behind him stood a mirror as tall as a person.

Harry's mood clearly fluctuated after seeing the mirror.

"Mirror of Erised."

He reminded in a low voice, and then Triya knew why the mirror was here.

The Mirror of Erised, a good tool for hiding things.

"Yes."

Voldemort has resumed his strategizing posture, and he ordered the poor Quirrell whose eyes have melted and can't make a sound:

"Go, take the kid to look in the mirror."

Quirrell walked over obediently. Tria looked at Harry's expression, and didn't seem to resist, so she let Quirrell push his back to the mirror.

"What do you see?"

Quirrell's voice was trembling, and he was obviously enduring the pain. He had studied in front of this mirror for a long time. If the master hadn't said that the Philosopher's Stone must be in this mirror, he would have doubted whether Dumbledore had brought the Philosopher's Stone to other places. where.

Harry was silent for a while before answering:

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand,"

"I - I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Tria guessed that he was talking nonsense, because Harry had always seen his family in the mirror before, obsession is not something that is easy to change, and the Mirror of Erised generally describes long-cherished wishes that are difficult to fulfill, and Not the simple, palpable desire to shake Dumbledore's hand and win the House Cup.

Besides, it seemed a little too obvious for Tria to watch Harry's right hand clutched tightly to his trouser pocket.

Voldemort also quickly noticed Harry's small movements.

"Son, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket."

He spoke confidently, and glanced at Tria, as if to say: Look, I'm about to get the Philosopher's Stone, I'm awesome.

Of course Harry wasn't willing to admit defeat, he turned sharply and ran towards Tria, shouting at the same time:

"Go, go into the flames!"

He even intends to hand the Sorcerer's Stone to Tria, so as to do something unique to Gryffindors, such as delaying time with his life for the sake of friends and justice.

"Can you run away?"

Voldemort laughed and shouted that Quirrell was the one he was willing to condescend to host his soul. A precise and powerful Leg-locking Charm was thrown out, and Harry fell to the ground.

In fact, it wasn't the Leg-locking Curse that hurt him, but the impact from Tria's shield badge and the spell canceling each other out.

Harry reacted quickly and wanted to get up and continue, but Quirrell was already close and grabbed his collar with one hand.

"How touching..." said Voldemort hoarsely. "Thinking of sacrificing yourself and letting this lady go? What courage."

"I have always admired courage... Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then... I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender and fight me bravely... Your mother didn't have to die... She Desperately trying to protect you... well, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't make stupid struggles, don't let your mother die for you in vain."

Harry was obviously irritated by him. He threw the Philosopher's Stone at Tria with one hand, and scratched Quirrell's hand holding his collar with the other, trying to break free.

However, something happened that no one expected. The moment Harry and Quirrell's skin collided, Quirrell suddenly let out a painful roar.

At the same time, Harry also covered the scar on his forehead with a painful expression.

The two separated immediately, and there were burn marks on Quirrell's hand.

How is this going?

Tria didn't have time to think, she trapped Quirrell with the same leg-locking spell, and then quickly ran to help Harry up.

"catch him!"

Voldemort yelled, and Quirrell had to rush over with a bitter face, but he probably had no chance. Tria didn't just learn the leg-locking curse this year.

She didn't give Quirrell a chance to react at all, a series of fainting + all petrification + leg locks.

Quirrell fainted almost instantly.

Voldemort was silent for a few seconds. He didn't seem to have expected that his subordinate, an adult wizard, would fight with both hands instead of a wand when grabbing things.

Voldemort couldn't wake up a fool who was under so many spells in a short period of time. With an irritable roar, he broke free from Quirrell's body.