HP's Silence is Gold

Quirrell's nosebleed face coupled with his ruthless words, no matter how you look at it, there is no deterrent effect, and Draco is deeply depressed.

"Take it off." Linna stared at Quirrell's head warily.

"What?" Quirrell roughly wiped away the blood coming out of his nose with his hands. He never thought that a girl's fighting power was so tough.

"Quirrell, take off that ridiculous purple turban on your head." Harry finished the sentence for Lina.

"Take it off? No, no, it's not the time yet." Quirrell shook his head, and he murmured.

Seeing that he refused to take off the purple turban, Lina understood a little bit. She didn't continue to force Quirrell, but quietly moved her hand to her lower back, and when she noticed Linna's small movements, Quirrell suddenly Pulling his wand out of his robes, he pointed at Harry and Draco, but addressed Lena. "Miss Potter, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise..." I didn't say all of the following words, but the meaning of the threat was obvious enough.

With a dark tut, Linna dropped her hands on her sides, and looked indifferently at the smug Quirrell.The body was quickly bound tightly by the rope, Linna saw Quirrell approaching her maliciously, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Quirrell saw the sneer in Lina's eyes, he raised his other hand and gave her two slaps hard. "What a bad boy."

A trace of bright red liquid overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and Linna knew that her face must be swollen. Quirrell's attack was not serious at all.Standing up straight, there was no trace of anger or fear on Lina's face, she looked at Quirrell with a trace of pity in her eyes.

Lina's reaction was beyond Quirrell's expectations, and an unknown fire rose in his heart. "Damn! Damn! Even you little brat look down on me!!" Quirrell's face became ferocious, and he pushed down the expressionless girl fiercely, and raised his foot to kick her hard.

"Quirrell, you bastard!!" Harry's eyes were tearing apart, he tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was entangled more and more tightly.

"Asshole." Draco looked at Quirrell with a flash of murderous intent, he was in the same mood as Harry, and while Quirrell was focusing on Linna, he tried to tell them He moved here, but the rope wrapped around his ankle was too tight, and he only moved three steps before he tripped and fell to the ground. "Damn it!"

Quirrell ignored Harry and Draco. He looked down at Lina who seemed to be in pain. The girl closed her eyes tightly, and there was no extra expression on her face, but she was obviously not feeling well. Seeing her like this, Quirrell was upset I can't help feeling refreshed.Turning around, he walked over to a mirror. "Okay, wait quietly, I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Harry was in no mood to care about other things anymore, he put all his attention on Linna.

"Sister." He called Linna, with a hint of crying in his voice.

Lena hurriedly opened her eyes, and after she glanced at Harry and Draco who fell to the ground, she immediately shifted her gaze to Quirrell.Only then did Linna realize that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised that could see what people most desire in their hearts.

"Oh, this mirror is the key to find the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured, and knocked along the surrounding mirror frame with his hand. "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this... But he's in London right now, and by the time he comes back, I'll be far away..."

"Bringing the giant monster..." Linna said softly.

Only Harry and Draco heard these three words, and Quirrell, who was focused on the Mirror of Erised, didn't hear them at all.Harry seemed to understand what Linna meant. He looked at Quirrell and asked quickly, "At that time, a troll suddenly appeared in the school. Did you bring it in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with giant monsters. You must have seen it. How did I teach that guy in the room over there a lesson? Unfortunately, none of you were fooled. Instead, you responded obediently. own college." Quirrell was very upset when he thought that his plan had been strangled in the cradle before it was implemented.

"What's your relationship with Snape?" Draco, who had slowly approached Linna, asked suddenly.

"Relationship? Oh, we have nothing to do with each other, that traitor, in order to protect you, actually hindered me during the Quidditch match!!" Quirrell said angrily.

"Impossible, Snape hates you so much," Harry yelled.

"Hate? Of course he hates you." Quirrell said casually: "When he was studying at Hogwarts with your father, he was already a sworn enemy. Of course, he never wanted to let You die, Mr Potter."

"You're afraid of him." Draco came to Linna's side, and he tried to sit upright, but he didn't forget to continue talking to Quirrell.

For the first time, a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face at Draco's words. "Sometimes," he said, "I find it hard to follow my master's orders, oh, what a great wizard he is, and I'm so weak..."

Obviously Draco was referring to him and Quirrell was not the same person.

Draco had doubts in his heart, but he continued to ask: "Your master? Where is he?"

"Master... Master has been with me." Quirrell murmured.

"Always? Could it be that he was always there when you were teaching us?" Harry was a little surprised now.

Lina's hand had already touched the blade on the back waist, she pulled out the thin blade, and sawed the rope hard.The cold blade saw its body bit by bit, the rope twisted hard, but couldn't leave, because the girl who was bound by it held it tightly with one hand, and sawed it with the blade with the other hand, oh, this People are evil! !

The rope was full of cows, and it swore that it would never tie people up casually again.

"No matter where I go, he is with me." Quirrell answered Harry's words calmly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was a foolish young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​right and wrong. It was the master who pointed out my mistake. There is no such thing as right and wrong in the world, only rights , and those incompetent people who cannot gain power... Since then, I have served him faithfully..." Quirrell's words were immediately interrupted by Linna's laughter.

"Hahahahahaha..." Linna had already sat cross-legged on the ground, she looked at Quirrell and smiled happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Quirrell's face changed slightly.

"I'm laughing at you for being stupid." Linna smiled and looked at Quirrell and said.

His eyes were wide open, and Quirrell gasped for breath, apparently irritated by Linna, he cursed in a low voice, "Oh, you'd better shut up, or..."

"How?" Linna is not afraid of Quirrell, he is the least scary person.

"I will kill you, no, before I kill you, I will ravage you, let you feel the fear of death!!" Quirrell looked extremely annoyed.

Looking at Quilo indifferently, Linna felt that the person in front of her was like a clown, completely non-threatening.

Draco stood in front of Linna, he looked at Quirrell coldly, with a smirk on his lips. "Well, well, this is Professor Quirrell, who was once famous for his talent, but became angry with embarrassment after a few words, and even committed atrocities against his students."

"Shut up, don't think you're Malfoy, I won't dare to do anything to you." Quirrell glared at Draco viciously, then turned his attention to the Mirror of Erised. "What's the matter with this mirror? What's the function of it? Help me, master!" After speaking, a strange voice sounded strangely. "Use that boy... use Potter..."

The voice was hoarse, as if it came from Quirrell himself.

Linna looked at the ridiculous hood calmly, and said lightly, "Voldemort."

As soon as the name Voldemort came out, both Draco and Harry's expressions changed slightly.

Quirrell didn't look at Linna, he clapped his hands, letting the ropes that bound Harry loose automatically. "Mr. Potter, come up here."

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling extremely reluctant.

"Come here!" said Quirrell again. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry frowned, and he looked at Lena.

Lina nodded at him.

Being signaled, Harry walked slowly towards Quirrell.

When he stood in front of the mirror, Harry had already decided to lie, so he wouldn't tell Quirrell what he saw, he wasn't stupid.

When Quirrell came up behind him, Harry smelled a strong strange smell, which seemed to come from Quirrell's hood.Oh, how did that Voldemort stand Quirrell's smell?Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but shift his position in disgust.

He fixed his eyes on the mirror, and an incredible picture appeared in it.Well, the man in the mirror reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a bright red stone, then he blinked at him outside the mirror, and then he put the stone back in his trouser pocket.At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy fell into his trouser pocket. Well, it was a bit magical, but he did get the Philosopher's Stone, faster than Quirrell.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry looked at Quirrell, pretending to be delighted and said: "Oh, I saw my father and mother, hey, it's great, this mirror, it actually allowed me to see my dead parents."

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell began to curse. "Go away."

Harry stepped aside obediently. Seeing Quirrell studying carefully in the mirror, he hurried to Linna and Draco.Lifting up Draco, who was in a strange posture due to the binding, Harry took advantage of the blind spot and quickly stuffed the blood-red magic stone close to his thigh into Draco's pocket.

Draco looked at Harry in surprise, and saw our beloved Boy Who Lived winked at him. At this moment, Draco only changed his face for a second, and then returned to look at Harry. Lina, he didn't expect Harry to get the Philosopher's Stone under the nose of Quirrell. Oh, well, Saint Potter is indeed a lucky boy.

At this moment, a shrill voice spoke.

"He's lying...he's lying..."

Hearing the voice, Quirrell quickly looked back at Harry who helped Linna and Draco up.

"Mr. Potter, come back here," he called. "Tell me the truth. What did you see?"

"Let me talk to him, face to face!!" The sharp voice spoke again.

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet." Quirrell said worriedly, with a strange expression on his face.

Linna looked at Quirrell and sneered, "Let him come out."

Now that Voldemort wants to meet them, Quirrell is a hypocrite.

Anyway, she was also a dark wizard who used to be all-powerful. She didn't believe that Voldemort didn't even have the strength to speak face to face.