[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Harry swooped down like a big bird.Christo looked at her, wishing Harry could read her at this moment.

Quirrell laughed loudly: "Potter, do you still think that McMillan is the same as you?"

Harry glared back at him.

"Get up, Macmillan, and let Potter see whose orders his so-called first friend obeys."

But Christo was still lying softly on the ground. She grabbed Harry's arm and said intermittently: "Be careful, Kino, keep looking in the mirror, Philosopher's Stone, leave me alone..."

There was some surprise on Quirrell's face as he strode over and waved his wand.Kristall stood up like a puppet, and Harry watched in horror as her blank paper face showed no expression.He quickly stepped back several steps.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing is done, she should have served the master." Quirrell said coldly, as if he was not satisfied with Christophe's performance at all, he snapped his fingers, and the rope that jumped out of nowhere trapped Harry Steadily, "I knew you would come, Potter. Thanks to Professor Snape for having a villainous face, who would have thought that the stammering Professor Quirrell was the real villain?"

"But Professor Snape tried to kill me!" Harry struggled.

"No, no, no, how could you wrong Professor Snape? I was the one who wanted to kill you. If he hadn't been reciting the curse, you would have fallen to your death on the Quidditch field."

Harry stared at him dumbfounded, and as Kristall stood aside, Harry saw her blood dripping from her black robes.If at that time--

"McMillan is really not a good student. She seems to have noticed that if the master didn't let me touch her, she would have died a long time ago. Fortunately, you have made a wise choice, haven't you - Potter, Gran Jay, and Weasley, you all trust your instincts unwaveringly." His laughter was so sharp that his entire face contorted.A look of regret flashed across Harry's face.

"Kino..." A voice that couldn't tell whether it was lazy or breathless suddenly sounded, and the ecstasy on Kino's face collapsed in an instant, and Harry was out of breath in surprise. The voice seemed to come from Kino in the body.

"How did I tell you!" The man's voice suddenly became sharp, and Kino's legs were frightened by the gushing anger: "Master, she is only a first-year student, she knows that I want to What she did, she..."

"Okay, first get the Philosopher's Stone and use that boy."

Quirrell turned his head to Harry reluctantly. "Okay—Potter—come up here."

The rope that bound Harry was loosened all of a sudden, and Harry walked up slowly, rubbing his strangled arm. He felt that at this moment, he had received more content than the moment before the exam. It was the one who wanted the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape saved him.And Christo, the one who spoke in Kino's body didn't seem to want to hurt her, but it was Voldemort, and he really didn't want to believe that they had anything to do with each other.He finally went to the mirror.

"I have to get the Philosopher's Stone, then lie to him, and then take the opportunity to escape, they won't do anything to Christo, that man..." He thought desperately in his mind, he raised his head, and suddenly felt Unbelievably, it seemed that something heavy had fallen into his pocket, and he couldn't confirm if it was the Philosopher's Stone.

"What do you see?"

Harry plucked up his courage and said, "I saw both Christo and I went back alive..."

"He's lying!" the man's voice sounded again.

"Potter!" Kino yelled, his eyebrows almost bristling and tearing through his hood.

"Let me talk to him, face-to-face." He seemed certain that Harry would succumb to that, no matter how much Kino tried to dissuade him—Kino had absolutely no right to dissuade his Master, and he insisted on letting Kino do it .

Harry stood there blankly, watching Quirrell carefully untie the scarf on his head, exposing his pitifully small head.He turned so that Harry wanted to scream, what a horrible face it was - whiter than chalk, bloody red eyes, nostrils long and thin like snakes .

"Harry Potter." He whispered the name, as if chewing it over and over to determine what was special about it.

Harry wanted to run away, but Christo was still standing there unconscious. Voldemort had no intention of letting Chino treat her well. He looked at the blood winding at her feet and thought in panic, If it goes on like this she will die.He almost missed the bunch of words Voldemort was muttering, but, the last sentence, he couldn't keep it from falling into his ears.

"...Why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

Harry clutched his pockets, and he stepped back step by step, he couldn't—absolutely couldn't…

"Don't be stupid, you'd better rely on me, Christo must be happy to see you here... Otherwise, you will end up with your parents. Your father, I have always admired his courage. I Kill him first, but he dared to fight with me. Your mother - she didn't have to die, she insisted on protecting you. If she knew that you died for a stone, how sad she would be, think about it, you let Your mother's life was paid in vain..."

"Don't even think about it! She'll be proud of me!" Harry suddenly turned around and rushed towards the door, Voldemort screamed loudly: "Grab him!" Chino grabbed Harry's wrist nimbly, but he slammed let go.Harry seemed to have experienced an unbearable pain. He rubbed the scar and opened his eyes, and found that Chino was arched in pain. When he saw Harry reacting, he pounced again, knocking Harry into the ground. Fell to the ground, he grabbed Harry's neck with one hand, and tried to break Harry's hand covering his pocket with the other. He screamed, as if he had touched magma, and wailed: "Master—— I can't catch him..."

"Let Kris go!" Voldemort yelled angrily.

"McMillan, come here, take the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket." Chino still pressed Harry to the ground with his knees, and Christo stumbled over, and she began to squeeze Harry's hand hard, haha Li never knew that Christo had such great strength, and he felt powerless, and the disgusting ecstatic expression appeared on Quiro's face again.He turned his head to look at Christo, he really hoped that she would wake up immediately!However, she almost squeezed the wound on her arm to bleed, and she didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Harry was impatient and sad at the same time, at the seaside, he had promised Christophe that he would protect him—he suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something?What Christo said to him before being controlled, he should believe Christo, think about it, before, their intuition kept them away from the truth.Harry looked up to find Kino staring blankly at his palms—Harry saw them as if they had been branded with a branding iron!A thought flashed through his mind, he needed to take a gamble!

He suddenly raised his hand to grab Kino's face, Kino screamed and rolled off of him, his face covered with large and small blisters.Harry's pockets were empty as well.

"Send Chris over here, she's got it!" Voldemort screamed over Chino's voice.

"McMillan, come here and give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

But Harry has turned over and jumped up. He threw himself in front of Kino like a brave lion, grabbed his arm and refused to let go. He only felt that his head was going to explode, and he was shaking around the scar. The pain from opening made his arms sore, but this is his last hope!

"Come here, come here, kill him first! McMillan, I order you!" Chino was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Harry turned around, not surprised to see Kristall raising her wand.

"Merlin's socks!" He let go of Kino, picked up Kelly who was constantly resisting, and ran towards the mirror.

Kelly held the Philosopher's Stone tightly in one hand, pointing at him with her wand in the other.

"Please, Christo, you must wake up." There was already some faint crying in his voice, he turned Christo's face to the mirror, and firmly pushed the wand with one hand.but--

Kino raised his wand too.

"Kill him!" roared Voldemort.

Harry heard Christo read in his ear, "Avada..." He had no time to free his hand to bend the wand in one direction, despair was like a shark, trying to swallow him up...

"Expelliarmus!" A flash of red light flashed, and Kino's wand bounced high, and fell not far from Harry. Christo lay on his arm and gasped heavily, blood frothing on the ground. Harry's sleeve: "Break his wand—quick!" Harry let go, and rushed over, and Kino also noticed his intention, and ran over at an alarming speed, but when When Harry's hand touched his skin, he was in unbearable pain. Harry stepped on his wand and snapped it, and the crisp sound immediately caused Kino to scream.

Harry let him go and ran back to Kristall.

"Good job, Harry! Don't try to walk through the flames..." Kristall said weakly, and the Philosopher's Stone slipped out of her hand and fell onto Harry's wizard robes.

"Christopher!" Harry yelled in horror, but there was no response.He put his arm around her shoulders, raised his hand and pointed his wand at Quirrel - he could only hope that Hermione and Ron would be able to contact Professor Dumbledore sooner.

Professor Chino was still staring at them intently, the burns on his face made him look extraordinarily ferocious, he approached step by step, as if he had predicted that Harry would not be able to cast a hurtful spell—even if he could cast a complete spell The spell, as long as he dodged it.Harry was also very aware of his own disadvantage at the moment. He touched the Philosopher's Stone, put it back into his pocket, and stared at the person in front of him without blinking his green eyes.

"Harry Potter, if you delay any longer, Christo will bleed to death." Professor Chino reminded kindly.

Harry bit his lip, he knew it.

"In my opinion, you might as well give me the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Impossible!" Harry interrupted his delusion.He put Christophe away, stood up with a bang, and Professor Chino had already walked a few steps closer.

"Potter—" the shrill voice trailed off, "you don't want her dead, do you..." He made a sudden jerk, almost touching Harry's forehead—but Harry deserved to be An excellent Seeker, he accurately placed his wand on Quirrel's heart, and scratched his bare skin with the other hand without hesitation. At the same time, he felt that there seemed to be countless sharp The ground needle hit his brain, and the pain made him unable to recite the spell, so he had to hold on to Kino tightly to stop his next move...

"Dizzy." This was the last voice in his chaotic consciousness.