Yan Bai of HP

in the corridor

Harry quietly looked at Hermione, who was panting heavily in front of him. Actually, the exam was not over yet, and he handed in the paper first. He had no doubts about Hermione's grades, but that Ron could answer so quickly. It's not a blank paper.

Hermione finally recovered, straightened up and said, "I'm really exhausted. I just said that Harry's grades are so good, so he will definitely hand in the test early."

"What do you want from me?" Harry asked lightly, he still had some appreciation for this smart girl who had finally gone through all kinds of troubles.

"Ah, that's right." Hermione's face became serious, "I just found out from Professor McGonagall that Dumbledore has something to go out these two days, and the person who wants to get the Sorcerer's Stone will definitely take action, Harry you be careful."

"That's right, ha... Potter." Ron interjected, just about to call Harry by his Christian name, and suddenly remembered Harry's warning that day, and immediately changed his words, "Those Slytherins will definitely find a way to get the Philosopher's Stone to help You-Know-Who, Especially that Snape, Hermione and I both saw him jinx you in the Quidditch field and try to throw you to death..." Just as he was talking, he heard the first 'kuang', and Ron crouched down with his head in his arms. Next, Hermione is holding a big book beside her, full of majesty.

"Didn't I say not to slander the teachers in the school casually?" Hermione taught.She did doubt Professor Snape, but when she rushed to the teacher's bench on the day of the Quidditch match, Harry was out of danger. The momentary relief from Professor Snape showed that he was not The man who killed Harry.Moreover, Hermione, who had experienced Snape's death ray, always felt that if the professor wanted to kill someone, he would be more straightforward.

Harry chuckled inwardly, Hermione was indeed a queen, and that Ron was eaten to death by him now, because he felt guilty for the girl because of the troll, so he directly escalated from hating it to liking it?Well, this possibility is relatively high. I hope that Hermione can teach Ron to be more intelligent in the future.

"Don't worry," Harry looked at the girl. "I'll be careful, and so are you."

Hermione nodded excitedly, watching Harry walk away.Ron stood up a little depressed, and Hermione's expression changed suddenly, and she slapped Ron unconsciously and shouted, "Oops!! I was in a hurry to come out, and I did a wrong question, that should be C, not A!!,"

Ron looked at Hermione who was mad at the side, curled his lips, you just chose the wrong question, he didn't even finish the paper, although Hermione always said that he didn't want him to follow, but he didn't know why he just didn't want to leave that The girl was too far away, so when she saw Hermione coming out, she hurriedly handed in the paper and followed her.Looking at Hermione, who was mumbling and regretting, Ron was a little dissatisfied. Why did she always say good things for the Slytherins, who were obviously bad people.

Harry was not in the mood to pay attention to the emotional entanglement between Ron and Hermione. He remembered very clearly that when Dumbledore left school, it happened to be the moment when Voldemort acted. It didn't end, and there were very few students in the corridor, so Harry ran up to the Room of Requirement on the fourth floor as fast as he could.

Tying a bunch of potions on Noah's special belt, looking at the two wands in his hands, Harry pursed his lips slightly, only picked up the phoenix wand, put away the wand of soul, and walked out of the Room of Requirement quickly, silently. Move silently toward the trapdoor.

The magic wand of the soul is his biggest hole card, and he can't show it yet. He can't let others know that he has two magic wands, one of which can heal the soul. He can imagine that if the Dark Lord gets the news, he won't care about the Sorcerer's Stone. I'm afraid he would just kill him and take the wand.

He is now a little worried that Quirrell has already started to act ahead of him, and hopes that only Harry can take out the Sorcerer's Stone like in the original book, otherwise if he misses it, he will definitely pull out the beard of that old fox Dumbledore Light.

When he came to the wooden door, Harry found that the lock had been unlocked. He pursed his lips, and Harry opened the door. There was a melodious sound of a harp, accompanied by the thunderous purring of a three-headed dog, and he walked quietly to the trapdoor At the entrance, Harry gently lifted the floor and looked at the entrance of the black hole. Harry took a deep breath, jumped down, and landed on a piece of flexible material.

Harry groped, vine-like branches, devil's net?The snake-like tendrils wrapped around his ankles at once, and the cold touch slowly crawled up his body. Harry straightened up with goosebumps, raised his wand, several yellow flames sprayed out, and the surrounding vines immediately loosened. Drive Harry, avoid the light and warmth, and run to the shady wall.

Harry landed smoothly, and in front of him was a stone corridor that went downhill. In addition to the rhythmic sound of water droplets, there seemed to be gentle rustling and faint tinkling sounds.

A gleam of light gradually appeared in front of the corridor, and the rustling sound gradually became clearer. Harry came to a bright room with a slightly transparent vaulted ceiling. The little thing is flying happily around the light, and there is a broom in the corner.

Harry observed carefully, and finally found the silver key that was a little languid.Riding on the broom, Harry just flew high into the sky. The group of keys seemed to have suddenly activated a switch. They gathered together and shot at Harry like arrows. I rely on~~ Harry shuttled quickly in the room. If it hits, I'm afraid it will directly become a sieve.

He raised his hand and cast Noah's enhanced version of 'armor self-defense' on his body. Harry turned around and plunged into the pile of keys. He aimed for the silver key and grabbed it. He quickly rushed out of the encirclement and jumped off the broom. , slammed the key into the keyhole, opened the door and rushed in, closing the door tightly, and there was a thumping sound behind him.

The second room is a huge chessboard, Harry frowned slightly, he doesn't have so much time to play chess here, looking at those huge black and white chess pieces, Harry impatiently took out his wand, a 'shattered', The black knight in front of him directly became a pile of fragments.

Patting the dust off his body, Harry raised his wand again, and the chess pieces were broken into pieces one by one. Harry made a straight passage and walked towards the exit.He had told Gao Qiang before that when solving problems, violence is the best solution in some situations. Before Harry could solve all the obstacles on the way, all the chess pieces suddenly retreated collectively, hiding in the corner one by one, and the whole The chessboard was given over to Harry.

With a chuckle in his heart, Harry walked straight to the third door.A black flame strongly blocked his way forward. On the table in front of the flame were seven bottles of different shapes, Snape's levels.

Harry directly asked Noah to take the shot. Noah's potion level was almost the same as Snape's. In less than a minute, Noah directly analyzed the potion that cleared the level. Harry picked up the bottle and drank it down. It's okay, it's okay, it's not that bitter, during this period of time he almost had a shadow on Snape's potion.

Through the black flames, Harry came to a stone room. The torches on the wall illuminated the entire room. When he walked down the steps, a man in black robe appeared in front of Harry. The iconic big scarf on his head showed that The identity of the person in front of him.

"Professor Quirrell." Harry pretended to be surprised and looked at the man who was no longer cowering in front of him.

"It's me." Obviously, Harry's expression pleased the Dark Lord, "Surprised? I didn't expect that stammering Professor Quirrell to be the one who snatched the Philosopher's Stone?"

Harry remained silent. He really didn't know what to say. Dumbledore might be hiding somewhere in this room. He couldn't expose his strength too much. The few advanced spells he passed the level just now can be said to be I am very talented, but if an 11-year-old boy directly confronts the Dark Lord with a wand, it will be horrifying, so I still get the Philosopher's Stone first as in the original book.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, a red light flashed past, "Have you guessed who I am?"

"Voldemort." Harry replied flatly, "You are Voldemort attached to Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell glanced at Harry, and suddenly let out a few pleasant smiles, "Professor Quirrell? You are still calling him a professor, and you are treating my servant as a teacher. Don't you know that all those knowledge Did I give it to you through Quirrell?" After speaking, Voldemort's tone was a little angry again.

"What about Quirrell?" Harry was always puzzled, because apart from stuttering during lectures, it seemed that Voldemort controlled his body more often.

"Of course he gave his all for his master," Voldemort revealed a cruel smile, "this body is mine already, and what an honor to Quirrell that the great Dark Lord uses his body As he said, Voldemort took off the scarf on his head, and his brown hair fell behind the man's ears. The handsome man with short hair was no different from ordinary people except for the cruel and happy smile on his face that did not match his appearance. .

It was actually a direct seizure, but Voldemort's strength recovered quickly enough. In the original book, Voldemort could only hang on to the back of Quirrell's head panting, and now he actually devoured Quirrell's soul directly.

"Harry Potter, although you have interrupted my actions again and again, I can still let you go with mercy. Don't you like black magic very much? I can teach you. You should know my level. , as long as you become my apprentice, I can forget everything, and you can not only continue to explore the beauty of black magic, but also enjoy extreme power and glory." Voldemort said with a smile.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he looked at Voldemort who had a face of 'I am showing mercy', completely speechless, this Voldemort is really brain-dead, he must be so crippled that he can't be more crippled, please, killing his parents is a mortal hatred , although he has no feelings for Lily and James, at least he is still a son of others, so he would never do such an outrageous thing as joining the Dark Lord. What's more, he was the direct cause of Voldemort's downfall back then, that moody, cruel and tyrannical Will the slice devil let him go?How about cheating ghosts.

However, what Harry didn't expect was that Voldemort really wanted to take him as an apprentice. The Dark Lord who had regained some analytical ability already knew that it was because he had been careless about Dumbledore's tricks. The ruler of the country, when he thinks you are bad, everything will anger you, and he will attack you fiercely.

Although he has an unstable temperament, he still has a bit of sense of people. Harry is very fond of him in terms of talent and personality, and his life experience that is somewhat similar to him but more miserable also makes him have some feelings for Harry. A lot of sympathy, several times of light and dark contests, let this always cruel Dark Lord actually give birth to some appreciation, and he is willing to train Harry as his heir, but, brain damage is brain damage after all, wishful thinking on his side, but never considered haha Will Harry agree to this matter, so when he heard Harry's refusal, he was not only annoyed but also somewhat puzzled.

"I refuse." Harry repeated again against Voldemort's killing intent, "You killed my parents, how could I recognize you as a teacher?"

"I don't know what to do." Voldemort gritted his teeth, his eyes turned bright blood, "As stupid and stubborn as your parents," Voldemort took Quirrell's wand, swung it violently, and a rope flew out and held Harry tightly. entangled.

Harry flicked his fingers slightly, struggled a few times symbolically, and did not let Noah break free directly. Voldemort stretched out his hand, and Harry was passively dragged in front of him.

Staring coldly at those emerald green eyes that could not reveal any emotions, Voldemort felt a little annoyed in his heart, grabbed Harry's left arm, pulled him to the Mirror of Erised, and leaned over to his ear He said with a hint of coldness, "Looking in the mirror, what can you see?" Voldemort slid his other hand across the frame of the mirror, "After studying for so long, I still can't see the mechanism here," holding Harry's hands tightened again, as if to tell how hard the bones were crushed, Harry couldn't help frowning slightly.

An unknown emotion suddenly rose in Voldemort's heart, causing his hands to loosen, as if to resist this unknown emotion, Voldemort pushed Harry closer to the mirror, "Tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone, I How can I get him." He could see the Philosopher's Stone in his hand in the mirror, and the green-eyed boy whose figure was not clear.

Looking down at the empty palm, Voldemort slowly clenched his fist, and whispered seductively in Harry's ear, "Tell me, how can I get the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry, as long as I get the Sorcerer's Stone, in exchange, I can let you Do you know if your parents are resurrected?" Voldemort, who was fully focused on the Philosopher's Stone, didn't notice why there was a boy in the mirror besides him and the Philosopher's Stone. Did he really ignore this detail, or was he subconscious? don't think about it.

Even Harry, who knew the plot, couldn't help but change his face when he heard the word resurrection, back to life?Isn't this outrageous? Even in the wizarding world, there is no way to bring the dead back to life. Voldemort is playing him like a child... Well, although he does look like a child now.

Seeing Harry's expression, Voldemort thought he was really moved. He raised his hand to let go of the rope that was trapping Harry, and continued to speak intimidatingly. Harry ignored the annoying buzzing in his ears, and focused on observing the mirror. Gao Qiang and Noah did not appear again. A boy with green eyes stood in the mirror with a smile. One hand stretched out from behind. In the palm lay an irregularly shaped gemstone glowing bright red. The boy in the mirror Put the jewel in your pocket.

Harry lightly pressed his pocket with his fingers, the hard touch made him smile a little, and he got the Philosopher's Stone.

[Noah, suck it dry, hurry up. 】

[Okay, master. 】

Harry turned his head to look at Voldemort at the side. In all fairness, Quirrell's appearance is not bad, but the fanaticism and cruelty in those bright red eyes are too damaging to the image. Feeling Harry's gaze, Voldemort stopped talking. He met those emerald green eyes that were slightly inquiring.

"What? I know how to get the Philosopher's Stone. As long as I can get the Philosopher's Stone, I will not only accept you as an apprentice, but also revive your parents. Why do you hesitate?!" I haven't got the Philosopher's Stone for so long, Voldemort was a little impatient.

"There is no magic that can bring the dead back to life in this world. You should know it better than me." Harry said lightly, "As for the apprentice? Are you kidding me? Since I was born, we are doomed to be hostile. The throne of the devil king, let your power collapse in one breath, and you killed my parents, you are the culprit for all my experiences in the Muggle world, become a teacher and student? Unless Merlin is resurrected."

With the Sorcerer's Stone already in his hands, he no longer needed to hide his thoughts. This sliced ​​Voldemort actually wanted to take him as an apprentice in a whimsical way. Could it be that he didn't hurt him enough?When Dumbledore heard his words, he would definitely have doubts about him in Slytherin again. He could guess what Old Deng was thinking, whether that boy was another Dark Lord, and whether he would become a hidden danger in the future wizarding world .After that, his life at Hogwarts became even more difficult, and he absolutely had to get rid of Voldemort's weird idea.

The culprit?A few memories of his spying emerged in Voldemort's mind, and his heart sank suddenly. He suppressed the unknown emotions in his heart, and Voldemort cruelly pulled the boy to his eyes. He originally wanted to tell Dumbledore's plan back then. For some reason, he was overwhelmed with anger, "We are destined enemies?!! Tell you, Harry Potter, no one can fight against the Dark Lord." He grabbed Harry's neck with both hands, "How can you fight with me when you are dead?" For the enemy... ah!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort suddenly felt a scorching pain from the hand that touched the boy's skin, and a puff of blue smoke rose from both hands. Voldemort twisted his expression, and quickly let go of his hands, looking at the severe burns in his palms, The murderous look in Voldemort's eyes was even stronger, he took out his wand and pointed it at the boy, the wounded anger surged up, Voldemort showed a cruel killing intent, "Avada...!"

Before the death curse could be uttered, a cold light flashed in Harry's eyes, and he appeared in front of Voldemort almost instantly. He raised Voldemort's hand holding the wand high, and a puff of blue smoke flowed from the two of them again. The place rose, and Voldemort let go of his wand abruptly, clasping his wounded hands tremblingly.

Harry said coldly, "It hurts? You will never be able to touch me. This is the price you paid for killing my mother."