[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

"Harry, you have to be careful." Professor Sprout looked at Harry and shook his head disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry Professor, I made a mistake." Harry looked at the damaged plant and apologized.

"This time, I will punish you to write an additional paper on the maintenance of evening primrose." Professor Sprout smiled, and with a wave of his magic wand, the plant damaged by Harry disappeared.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry blinked, "I will definitely write well."

"Harry, what's the matter with you lately?" Hermione poked Harry on the dining table, "You even missed your herb class."

"Well, I'm happier when it's almost Christmas." Harry smiled, shaking his head slightly to signal Hermione not to ask any more.

"I don't believe it." Hermione gritted her teeth, "Also, what are you and Professor Snape doing?"

"It has nothing to do with the professor!" Harry blurted out, looking at Hermione's determined eyes, Harry said helplessly, "I need to go to the library to look up information on the evening primrose paper, Hermione will go with me?"

"I'm going too. Evening primrose is not a first-year course. Moreover, Professor Sprout only mentioned the length of the thesis but not the time. Naturally, he wants Harry to play freely." Neville came out biting a sandwich." I remember that evening primrose is a plant that Harry has always been interested in, and the professor also wants to make Harry happy, right?"

"Harry, you are really jealous. All the professors are partial to you, even Professor Quirrell will give you a little trouble." Dean came over and hugged Harry, "Your evening primrose paper, can you borrow it?" I have a look?"

"It seems that you don't need it now." Harry turned his head, "Or I'll give you Professor Quirrell's little stove."

"You'd better keep it to yourself." Dean coughed and left Harry.Harry blinked, "Just the three of us."

"Okay." Neville replied straight away, he didn't see the twinkle in the eyes of the man who was two places away.

In the library, Harry told Neville about his worries, then grabbed his hair and put his head on the table, "I don't know what to do now, the professor doesn't say anything, Dumbledore made me believe that the professor at the school -"

"Are you suspicious of Professor Quirrell?" Neville frowned slightly, "Have you already asked Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well, but Professor Dumbledore made me trust the professors at the school, so I think this matter may have to take its time." Harry lay on the table: "For this matter, Dad even trained me Meal."

Neville and Hermione looked at each other, Hermione nodded, and then Neville said: "Harry, you know that we are also following up on the Philosopher's Stone, but the person we suspect is—Professor Snape."

Harry pushed the seat back violently, making a loud noise, "What did you say?!"

"Library, keep quiet!" Mrs. Pince appeared from behind the bookshelf, Harry nodded, took a deep breath and sat next to him, "What evidence is there?"

"He was the last to show up on Halloween, and he had a wound on his arm." Neville looked at Harry. "I saw Filch apply medicine to him. The wound was so deep and slow to heal, it looked like—"

"It's just the wound, and the timing." Harry looked at the two people who were in trouble, pondered for a moment and said, "You two are my good friends, we are investigating this matter in different directions, but we can exchange clues, Until the end, if, if, "

"No matter what the result is, we must ensure the safety of the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts." Neville took Harry's hand and said firmly.Hermione looked at Harry who was hesitant, and her lips were tightly pressed together, "Harry, if we really suspect the wrong person, we will apologize to him."

Harry's face turned cold: "If you are wrong about this matter, it's better not to let him know at all." Harry left with the book, his back hurried.

Before Christmas, Harry applied to Voldemort to leave school for Christmas in the name of insufficient materials and needed to purchase, but was rejected by Voldemort.

"With the Philosopher's Stone, the potion can be stopped." Voldemort's words made Harry's hair stand on end.

"There are too few people staying in school for Christmas, and it is easy to arouse suspicion. Can the Lord wait for two more days?" Harry hesitated slightly.

"That's before they go on holiday." Voldemort looked at Harry. "Now you ask the savior to check me, do you think I don't know?"

"Lord, I don't dare. They're looking for Snape, I want to draw suspicion on him." Harry bowed, "I heard Longbottom say—"

"I'm talking about you. Harry Potter." Voldemort nodded. "Your investigation of me has satisfied Dumbledore."

"Lord, as long as Longbottom won't cast doubt on you, Dumbledore won't talk too much." Harry chuckled, "Besides, I'm not the savior yet."

"You care about that Longbottom."

"This subordinate is only here to gather information." Harry smiled and looked up, looking at Voldemort's face. "Longbottom said that he hopes that our friendship will not change in this matter."

"Before Christmas, get the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry frowned, "I've been investigating for several months, and I'm worried that there will be a mechanism arranged by Dumbledore himself in the place where the Sorcerer's Stone is placed. If someone who is not capable enough can't take it out, I'm afraid it will delay the master's important event."

"Cunning boy." Voldemort sneered, "stretch out your left arm."

"Thank you lord!" Harry stretched out his arm, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and blood dripped down in lines. "Remember, you have another purpose." Voldemort looked at Harry's dripping blood, "Want to mark? Dreaming."

"Sir, I'm sorry." Harry lowered his arm and covered the wound that had begun to heal with his sleeve. Did Voldemort suspect something?

He couldn't divert Voldemort's attention forever with his greed for marks, especially after he'd already betrayed once.

"When Dumbledore leaves school, that's the time for you to do it." Voldemort left the last sentence and drifted away. Obviously, he didn't intend to let Harry live.How can killing one traitor compare to killing two traitors?

Harry went back to the Slytherin dormitory, and Ig flew up on his shoulder, rubbing his head lightly against Harry.Harry collapsed on the bed. "Before Christmas, everything will change."

At this time, in Gryffindor, Ron looked at the shocked friend in front of him, and said complacently: "I saw Potter and Quirrell talk secretly with my own eyes, and everything he said was false."

"Did you really see it with your own eyes?" Neville frowned, he didn't think Harry was such a person.

"If you don't believe me, well, wait until I find the evidence." Ron gritted his teeth and pushed the chessboard away. "I will definitely find it. Just wait."

Three days later, the day before the Christmas holiday, everyone was eager to return, and this afternoon, the professors also understood the students' feelings and gave them a holiday in advance.

Harry looked at the little snake in his hand, hissed a few words, and frowned tightly.He knew that nothing would go according to his plan.

"Dad, you're going to get the attention of the Savior team. I'm going to get the Philosopher's Stone." Harry said to the double-sided mirror hidden in his sleeve.

Harry took a deep breath, walked out of the lounge, and said to the lady in the portrait in the hallway: "Madam, do you think that if you want to give a special Christmas gift, you need to pinch your time?"

"Of course, timing, occasion, and the person who gave the gift are all important. If my husband hadn't proposed to me with a black rose at midnight on my birthday, I would not have agreed to him."

"Then, ma'am, have you seen Hermione?" Harry blinked, "I have something to ask her."

"Oh~ our lively Miss Granger is indeed very charming. I just saw her, Longbottom and Weasley walking towards Earl Throck's afternoon tea." Madam blinked, "I believe you, ha Haha, you must know our era——Ouyou, what a shy child."

Harry held tight, Quirrell had to be in the Chamber of Secrets with Snape at the same time, or Longbottom had to see Snape in the Chamber of Secrets.In a not-so-hidden corridor, Harry saw the trio, the footsteps increased, and the road he wanted to go there also turned in the direction, while Hermione, who was arguing with Neville at this time, was attracted by Ron's shout attention.

"Harry is going to the restricted area." Ron looked at Hermione. "Now you only have two choices, come with us or leave now." Merlin blessed, that Potter must go to the restricted area.

"Harry is faster than us, and he can't let him take risks." Neville frowned. "Ron, let's go."

Harry, who was hiding in the dark corridor, saw the trio passing by in a hurry, and turned to another direction. There was a secret passage that could quickly enter the secret room under the organ. He wanted to see how to get the Philosopher's Stone first.As for the action of the trio, Quirrell will not ignore it at ease, as long as he does not show up for a period of time, he will let him take the initiative.Snape, must return to the Chamber of Secrets when leading the trio away, if Dumbledore didn't revoke his authority.

Time, Harry was counting seconds in his mind, he had calculated the time from all the corridors to the restricted area, he knew which one Longbottom and the others would take, time, Harry looked at the dark walls around him, there was only his own Breathing.

It was so dark that he couldn't breathe, and Harry felt the turn, not missing a second of time in his mind.

The stone wall in front is it, Harry took a deep breath, [Open], a circular arch slowly opened, and Harry slipped in through the small gap, this hidden tunnel that has been shown on the map collapsed, is the It was the arena where the four colleges practiced duels thousands of years ago, but now it is used as a secret room by Dumbledore.

Sure enough, there was no one.Harry walked towards the box containing the Philosopher's Stone, and the magic pattern on it was not in the category he knew.Harry took out a pair of human hands from his pocket, broke the stiff joints to the proper position, and placed the cut in the palm of his hand. The pair of human hands seemed to be alive again, but they couldn't move.He touched the lid of the box with his hands, and for a moment, those hands were swallowed by the magic pattern on the box, and blood flowed on the outer wall of the box without leaking a single drop.

Harry turned pale, how could he be so strict.