38 years of past events

Quirrell hasn't come to see me since what happened in the Forbidden Forest, and I thought he'd at least give me some hints, but it was so quiet, it made me feel weird.

Although that person's attitude made me very annoying again and again, I couldn't really abandon him in the Forbidden Forest. The blood connection between me and him made me feel bad and powerless at the same time.

"Hey Randolph, glad we're still here."

Merlin!It was Daisy Malfoy, and I could hear her coddled, high-pitched voice down the corridor.

"Miss Malfoy, in fact, it is a kind of fate that we can meet at the toilet door of Hogwarts every time. After all, Hogwarts is so big, you know."

Yes, at the toilet door, and the last time, including the last time, oh, it was too much.I can't imagine the great Slytherins and the old Malfoys enjoying meeting at the toilet door, and it's a shame to say it.

"No, I'm really just a coincidence. In fact, I don't know why we meet in this way every time. Maybe... Maybe it's some prank curse." She was still very relaxed, even though Such a bad place.

"I hope it's as you said, in fact, I don't want to see Miss Malfoy at the door of the toilet next time." I really can't accept that Daisy Malfoy will come to me every time I think calmly in the bathroom. Appeared on the other side of the same wall.

Merlin!Are your eyes the soles of your feet?

"I want to correct your gentlemanly demeanor, please call it a lavatory or toilet, forget that rude term, toilet, it doesn't suit you."

"So, you mean I should call it a washroom, not a toilet?"

"Yes, gentleman of Slytherin."

Go to hell, Merlin!Nasty toilet!

"Okay, let's end this disgusting subject. Let me warn you one last time, if Daisy Malfoy has anything to say, we can have it in the Slytherin common room, or even in any classroom class, but please again And don't show up at the door of the toilet, well, it's actually the bathroom."

"I swear to Merlin, I really don't want this to happen. It's a coincidence."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I have to go, let me go, Miss Malfoy."

I have never been in a good mood at the door of the toilet, especially when I met the Malfoy family. It was only after many years that I realized that Daisy's countless encounters were her dreams when she was young. It became a dream of mine when I was young.

"Wait, I think I forgot to tell you something important, Professor Quirrell told me you did a great final exam."

Is this something important?

"Then the professor said he wanted to hear you sing, just tonight."

"Singing? What the hell is that?" Quirrell's weird mind could always come up with some bad ideas that would drive me crazy.

"I don't know, or he thinks you should be well-rounded as a good Slytherin student."

Sing?Sing clap your hands if you're happy?Another damn code.

"I understand. Of course, if you meet Professor Quirrell, please tell him and ask him to keep his ears ready. If he is willing, I will sing to him all night."

I swear by Cruciatus one night!

"My God, can you really sing? I've never heard you sing the school song!"

I left the nasty bathroom, now let me think about what Quirrell means, just tonight, maybe I can do something again.

After dinner, I waited until almost everyone in the lounge had left before I left to find Quirrell, but I happened to meet Harry and the others who also came out of the Gryffindor lounge.

He greeted me happily, and I told him about the last time I met Snape. He was not surprised at all, which showed that he had begun to suspect Snape.

"I'm sorry sir, we shouldn't have said that, it's not what a good student should do to comment on the professor in school."

"Of course, you're right. But brave boy, I warn you again, time is running out. If you've got a good idea, you've got to hurry up. Maybe Snape's somewhere around here looking at you."

"I understand. Thank you for your advice, sir."

After Harry Potter left, I went to the same place as last time, the forbidden corridor, but the difference was that the vicious dog with three heads was sleeping soundly at this time, and there was a harp playing songs next to it. Well, it turns out that it likes to listen to you and clap your hands if you are happy.

Now I finally understand what Quirrell called me to sing. He is telling me that the best way to deal with Lu Wei is to let him fall asleep. Of course, if you accidentally wake him up, then you really have to sing all night. song.

After I got around Fluffy, I went through the trap door and followed the mark Quirrell had left me, and went straight in, with little trouble.

When I walked to the last door, I saw a table with several glass bottles on it, and there were words left by Quirrell next to it: drink the black bottle, break all the bottles, go go forward.

This is an interesting thing, instead of breaking those bottles, I changed Quirrell's message to a few words and turned it into a riddle.If I'm not mistaken, that boy will be here tonight, and I have to prepare something for him!

I drank the black liquid from the vial, and the rising flames took me to another room.

Oh Merlin!

The moment I opened my eyes I had to marvel at what a very imposing and majestic mirror was unfolding in front of me!Its height reaches the ceiling, and the intricate golden patterns are engraved with ancient spells that I can't understand.

I swear, I have never seen such a magnificent mirror in my life.

I couldn't help the curiosity in my heart, and moved a little bit to walk towards the mirror.

In the mirror, I see my own face, against the glass, which outlines my appearance.Black jade-like hair, deep and charming eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharp-edged silhouette...

No!this is not me!The person in the mirror is not me!Although he is so similar to me, he is not me!He was too thin and too pale, and then, the man in the mirror began to twist, his deep eyes sunken and turned bloodshot red, and his two snake-like nostrils stuck to his ashen face.

I knew that the man who appeared in the mirror was actually my father.

There is a woman standing next to him. That woman has no delicate face, but there is always a kind of sadness on her face, her curly hair is scattered on her shoulders, and she is too thin, so thin that she cannot attract attention, by the way , she was holding a child by her hand, that child...

"Isn't it wonderful? Isn't this mirror magical?" It was Quirrell, and Quirrell's voice pulled me back from my thoughts.Oh Merlin, I almost got carried away in it just now.

"Is this the Mirror of Erised?"

"Yes, as you can see."

"It's really amazing!" It can always peek into the most primitive desires in people's hearts. Even I was almost deceived by it just now. No wonder my father always wants to see the most omnipotent and perfect in front of this mirror. of myself.

"Randolph, what did you just see? Let me guess, is it as great as the master?"

"Maybe, I didn't actually see anything." I'm not going to tell Quirrell what I just saw, and I also want to know why I don't see a great wizard like my father Woolen cloth?

"That's a pity, you know, I saw it just now."

"What do you see?"

"I saw that I was rewarded by the master and became the best wizard, haha!" Quirrell was normal when he didn't stutter, he was immersed in the illusion just now, but he enjoyed this happiness very much, "But this It won't be a dream anytime soon because we can make it happen in no time."

"Okay, now let's quickly find out where Dumbledore has hidden the Philosopher's Stone. This is really exciting."

Quirrell looked along the mirror countless times, including putting his hands on it and touching it countless times. He even started to cast spells, various spells of appearance, but found nothing.

"Are you sure the Philosopher's Stone is here?" I asked him.

"Yes, I'm sure, I swear to Merlin, I can't be wrong. Quick! Randolph, help me, help me see where Dumbledore will hide the Philosopher's Stone." Several times He began to show impatience when he got nothing.

I thought for a while before the Mirror of Erised, and I said, "Stop it, Quirrell. Stop your stupid behavior, if I'm not wrong, no one will try to find the Philosopher's Stone tonight." .”

"Is there no way?"

"Of course not! We're waiting for the man who unlocked the lock to come by himself."

"Who is he?"

"Harry Potter. That kid can help us find the Philosopher's Stone!"

"But how do you know he will definitely come?"

Quirrell's question made me laugh, "Because I ran into him tonight, and he actually thought Snape did everything, so he had to stop Snape, and even if he didn't come , I also have a way to get him to come."

"Oh, you knew early on that the Sorcerer's Stone wasn't easy, and you did it on purpose. You wanted the boy to come."

"Of course, since Dumbledore hid it, I don't think anyone will find it except Harry Potter."

Yes, the kid would come, he hated Snape so much, how could he allow Snape to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Well done, Randolph, much better than Quirrell."

Merlin!It was that person, so he was here too.

"How did you bring him here, Quirrell?" I asked him in surprise.It's hard to imagine that the Dark Lord is in and out of Hogwarts, which has strict defenses against the dark arts at any time. If Dumbledore knows this, he might go crazy.

"In fact, the master has been with me since that day."

At this moment, I finally suddenly realized, no wonder Quirrell never looked for me again, so that person never left, Merlin!

"Q...Professor Quirrell, oh my god! Am I right?"

"You are welcome, Mr. Potter."

Harry Potter couldn't believe his eyes when he was brought into this room by the rising flames.

"Aren't you disappointed that you didn't meet the Professor Snape you wanted? Don't be like this, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Potter." Quirrell smiled a little coldly.

"Why, why are you here? I always thought it was Snape's."

"Yes, that guy Snape really doesn't look like a good guy, he's always been like this, but this time, he finally did us a big favor, if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have come here so soon. "

"So you were the one who said the last few times. You tried to kill me on the Quidditch match and attacked me in the Forbidden Forest. You did all of these?"

"Of course, I've been looking for the Philosopher's Stone, but who made you meddle too much?"

"Then why doesn't Snape like me, and does he know what you've done?"

"Snape, ha, it's crazy that he likes you, because..."

"Quirrell! He's trying to get your attention, shut your mouth and let him find the Philosopher's Stone!" I said.

The boy Harry obviously wanted to delay time, but the idiot Quirrell was able to be fooled. Oh, it’s a ghost that my father can succeed with his help.

"God, and you! Sir?"

"We haven't seen each other for a while, Mr. Potter shouldn't be so surprised." I still walked towards him with a smile, just like the first time I saw him.

"Are you with them? Why? Why did you all choose to join that evil wizard?" Perhaps because he couldn't accept my true face, his tone of voice became a little angry.

"Why? You're asking why? Well, I'll tell you. Why was I so stupid before, believing in bullshit, good and evil, right and wrong, until I met the master, yes, he saved my stupid idea and made me understand The most beautiful and realistic thing in this world is power and power! As for that bullshit good and evil, let it go to hell." Quirrell said evilly to Harry.

It was the first time that I discovered that Quirrell believed in my father so much. This can really be regarded as one of the few loyal Death Eaters of my father. It seems that the ideas instilled in him by the Dark Lord are not light.

"What about you? Sir, don't you have anything to say to me? I believed you so much."

"What do you want to hear, Mr. Potter? What could be a more convincing reason than the Son of the Dark Lord?"

Obviously, his expression was beyond description, "You are actually that man's son?"

"Okay, Harry Potter, I've told you enough, now, it's time for you to tell us the answer. Where is the Philosopher's Stone? Answer me!" I demanded.

"Don't waste time, Randolph, let him come to the mirror, hurry up!"

It was my father's voice. At this moment, Quirrell suddenly took off the cloth wrapped around his head, and immediately, the hideous and terrifying face on the back of his head was clearly visible.

"Merlin!" Harry exclaimed.

I'm also surprised that he's been attached to Quirrell these days.

Obviously, the Savior was frightened by this situation, but he still mustered up the courage to ask that terrifying face, "You are Voldemort? The murderer who killed my parents!"

"Of course, it's their stupidity that killed them, come on, Harry, stand in front of the mirror and tell me what you see, maybe I'll spare you, don't let your parents do it for nothing You die."

"No..." The kid took a step back. He didn't want to help us find the Philosopher's Stone, but I wouldn't give him a chance to resist.

"Quirrell! Take him to the mirror!" I ordered Quirrell.

"Come, Harry Potter, brave savior, come here, just look in the mirror and it will all be over, don't let my patience wear out on you."

Quirrell dragged the child rudely and stood in front of the magic mirror. Harry stood in front of the mirror and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment. In fact, we all wanted to know what he saw in the mirror.

"What did you see, Mr. Potter? Come, tell me." I tried to lure the boy into believing me.

"I saw me shaking Dumbledore's hand, I... I won the House Cup for Gryffindor, and I saw..."

"Enough is enough!" He's lying to me, he doesn't want to tell the truth, he doesn't want to bring my father back to life, then I'll never be able to stand with my father as I see in the mirror, the nasty savior !

"I said earlier that I can't trust him, let me smash this mirror, maybe the Philosopher's Stone will come out." Quirrell cursed and pushed Harry away.

"Stop! You idiot! He's lying! He's clearly lying! Catch him!"

On the back of Quirrell's head, the man finally couldn't help making a hoarse and angry sound.And I rushed up to stop the child before he was about to flee, "Come on, Harry, tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone? What did you see? Oh, maybe you already got it, right? Where is he hiding!"

I saw the fear in his eyes, and I pressed on him step by step, trying to force him to hand over the Philosopher's Stone.However, I didn't expect that he mustered up the courage and pushed me away. At that moment, I felt something rub against my arm: "I know! I know! The Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket !"

"Quirrell, what are you waiting for, you idiot, listen to Randolph, catch him, quick! Don't let him escape!" the Dark Lord roared.

"Damn Harry Potter, give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell rushed to the boy who was about to run away, and grabbed his arm. I was about to go forward to get the Philosopher's Stone, but Quirrell But screamed: "Ah! What is this? Why is it like this?" Quirrell looked at his hand in disbelief, where many blisters began to appear, he seemed unable to touch the child, it would make him very painful .

"Idiot, then kill him!"

The Dark Lord was urging, but the wand that Quirrell was about to raise was unexpectedly knocked down by Harry.

He found Quirrell's weakness, he and Quirrell wrestled together, frantically tore Quirrell's exposed skin, and those skins started to blister once they touched Harry, and then festered bit by bit .

I couldn't sit still anymore, "Crucio!" My spell hit Harry, who rolled off Quirrell with a cry of pain.

I walked to his side, glanced at the fainted savior on the ground and smiled triumphantly, and then when I was about to take out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, my father's voice stopped me again.

"Get out of the way, let Quirrell come!"

Why the hell did Quirrell come when I knocked Harry out.

"Qiluo, go quickly, take out the Philosopher's Stone for me now."

"Yes... yes, master, I'm going right now."

Quirrell's body was blistered when he touched Harry just now, and now it was festering, so he could only crawl towards the child in pain.

He put his trembling hand into Harry's pocket, "Ah! No! Master, I can't touch it, it's burning my body." I saw that the two fingers Quirrell put into the pocket started to smoke.

"Fool, take it out for me!" The Dark Lord growled at him, but after a while he seemed to think of something again, and continued in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, Quirrell, the resurrected Dark Lord will give you A more perfect body, so get it out of Harry's pocket for me now."

"Okay...okay, I will, my master." Bewitched, Quirrell pulled the Philosopher's Stone out of Harry's pocket desperately, but not long after, his body also began to burn, and his whole body burned. White smoke and sparks rose, he was terrified, and the Philosopher's Stone fell from his hand.

It finally rolled to my feet, and I bent down to try to see if I could pick it up, who knew that my hands were also burned violently as soon as I touched it.

"Ah! No! It hurts! Master, please help me!"

"Please, save me!"

Quirrell's screams of pain echoed in the room, and I saw him burn up and down, and I knew he might be finished.

But what to do now?The Philosopher's Stone was right under my feet. I was unwilling to pick it up again, but before I touched it this time, I was knocked away by a black shadow and thrown aside.

"Fool! Don't touch it!"

When I realized it, only Quirrell in agony and Harry Potter fainted were left in the room, and that man, he had fled, leaving behind his servant.

Harry and I woke up at Madam Pomfrey's school nurse at the same time, in fact, I woke up before him.

And that day Dumbledore came not long after my father escaped, but I couldn't let him know that I was involved in these terrible things, so I altered Harry's memory and faked that I was also injured.

Obviously, Dumbledore didn't quite believe me, but he had no proof that any of this involved me, and, luckily, Quirrell was dead.Therefore, Dumbledore couldn't find any flaws in me.He could only send me and Harry to the school doctor as brave heroes.

"Oh, you're awake, Harry, I was worried about your injury just now." It was Madam Pomfrey's voice.

"What's going on here? Why am I here?"

"Actually, you have to thank him very much!" Madam Pomfrey said, pointing at me. "If it wasn't for Randolph, you might really have been killed by that lunatic Quirrell. My God, it's unimaginable that he would It's that kind of person."

"So it was you, sir, you saved me? You helped me again, thank you!"

"Actually, it's nothing. Really, I was just passing by. I happened to see Lu Wei who was sleeping, and I thought something might have happened. Unexpectedly, when I went in, I saw you in a coma, and the burning strange Lo." Yes, that's what I told Dumbledore, but the boy in front of me seemed to believe me more easily.

"How about Quirrell?"

"It's a pity that he died, but it's okay, who made him have evil intentions. Are you right, Mr. Potter."

But he looked a little disappointed, "You know, I always thought it belonged to Snape."

"Well, I know, I actually thought so too."

"But I didn't expect it to be Quirrell. Before that, I really trusted him. I always thought he would be a good teacher, but..."

"Mr. Potter, you must know that there are many things in this world that are not what they seem on the surface. Even wizards, there are also transformation spells and compound potions, so there are always some things that cannot be said right or wrong." I am comforting him, and I am also telling myself. In fact, he may not understand what it means, just like I often think about whether my father's life is right or wrong.

"It's good to see you're all well, and did I interrupt your conversation, gentlemen?"

"Principal Dumbledore! You're back, I'm so glad to see you." Harry shouted happily after Dumbledore entered the door.

"I'm glad to see you're safe, too, Harry."

"By the way, what happened to the last Philosopher's Stone?"

"Don't worry, Harry, I've found a better place, and there's no way the bad guys won't find it, don't you, Mr. Randolph?" He turned to me abruptly. asked with a smile.

"Of course! With you here, we can rest assured."

"Okay, gentlemen, it's time for you to recuperate at Madam Pomfrey's, because in a few days it will be the summer vacation, and you should have a pleasant vacation. Oh, look what I found, Bibido Peas, I used to love them when I was young, but it was bad when I got a stinky bean, by the way, Harry or Randolph, would you like one?"

"Thanks, but I don't like this, and, I think I have to go, I don't like being in the medical office all the time."

In fact, it didn't feel good to have me hang out with my father-killers.

"Are you sure you don't want Madam Pomfrey to check you again?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm not seriously injured, I know that."

"Well, since you insist on doing this, Harry and we don't have to worry too much. I wish you a pleasant holiday, Randolph."

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

It's over, the semester is over, and the things that I thought were too bad to pass are also settled with the end.

I sat on the roof of Hogwarts, watching the goodbyes and hugs at the school gates, whether it was Gryffindor or Slytherin, it made me feel a little lonely.

I don't know if that man named Tom Riddle was also lonely many years ago, because neither of us had -- a home.

I remembered the first time I saw the Mirror of Erised, which reflected my father and my mother, the kind of thing that the more you can't get, the more you want it, as Quirrell said, it will make you People are addicted.Especially after waking up and finding that I still have nothing, that kind of disappointment and loneliness is the saddest thing in the world.

"Hey, Randolph, what are you doing here?" It was Daisy Malfoy, who found me on the Hogwarts roof on her broom.

"I'm glad I didn't see you at the toilet door this time, Miss Malfoy."

"Of course, as I said, those few times were just an accident. Do you mind if I sit here?" She put away the broom and picked a comfortable place to sit next to. How did you discover such an interesting thing?"

"Isn't Miss Malfoy coming home yet? Be careful not to catch the train home." In fact, I didn't want to talk about the topic she deliberately sought.

"No, Draco did well in the exam this time. Narcissa decided to hold a celebration party for him, so they notified some teachers, it may take some time to prepare, so I am waiting for them, as for going home, you know , with Lucius around, nothing will be a problem."

"Does the Malfoy family only rely on Lucius now?" This has always been a curious question for me. Daisy seems to be inseparable from mentioning Lucius' name at any time.

"Actually...it's because, well...Lucius, he... is more representative of our family, yes, the old Malfoy family." She showed rare embarrassment when answering this question, So much so that she didn't know how to word it for a while.

"Is that so? I don't seem to have heard you talk about your parents. Daisy, as a pure-blood Slytherin, you are not a mudblood, are you?" One's own family is a very normal thing, but this Malfoy girl keeps silent about it.

"How is it possible! How could I be a mudblood, I am the purest Malfoy."

"Really?" I smiled, but it was obviously distrustful.

She opened her mouth as if to explain something, but in the end she just turned her head away from me.

Until a long, long time passed, so long that I almost thought she would say nothing more, and when I decided to leave, she spoke again: "My father is also from the Malfoy family. In fact, Lu Xiu Stan should call him uncle, but he won't do that now because... they think he'd be a disgrace."

"why?"

She paused for a while, and continued: "He is in Azkaban, and the Malfoy family will not recognize a person who appears in Azkaban as a family member, because it will bring shame to them. In fact, if , if it wasn't for Lucius—" She choked up a bit: "If it wasn't for him...my father wouldn't have gone in either!"

"This has something to do with Lucius? Then why do you still rely on him so much?"

She sighed and shook her head: "Forget it, this is a matter of the Malfoy family, and nothing can be changed by telling you."

"What about your mother? You can't be in Azkaban." In fact, at this time, I still have a mocking tone. After all, it's not common to see infighting in the Malfoy family.

"I... my mother, she passed away a long time ago... But they all said that she died because of me. If this is true, do you think my mother is also great?"

I didn't speak, because I couldn't answer her question at all, and I had never met my mother, and I didn't even know what kind of person she was, and whether she had the same depth as Daisy, Harry's mother. I love my son.

Maybe I will never know the answer. Daisy and I sat on the roof of Hogwarts like two lonely people abandoned by the world, and no one spoke again.

Finally, when the sunset covered the entire Hogwarts sky, she looked in Draco's direction and murmured: "Look, Draco is so happy, Narcissa is next to him, they both have mothers people." Then, her voice became very low again, so low that she was a little sad, "Randolph, why don't we have a mother?"

Yeah, why don't we all have moms...

"It's getting late, Daisy Malfoy has a great holiday." I got up and left there.

The author has something to say:

In fact, in this chapter, Dad pushed away the small basket and didn’t let him bang the Philosopher’s Stone because he was afraid that he would end up with Quirrell. I still love his performance.