HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

"Draco, didn't you say you returned the white pieces?" Harry asked in a low voice while hiding beside Draco, "Why are those white pieces still in good condition? I thought you said ruined means smashed."

Through the light of the fire outside, Harry saw Draco's helpless face: "Did you see the injuries on Quirrell's body?" Draco pointed to Quirrell who was standing in front of the mirror and couldn't stop chanting. I don’t know if there are any on his body, but his clothes are messy: “Those white pieces can no longer fight, isn’t it ruined? Those white pieces are used by me, isn’t it ruining them?” The reason for its existence in the first place?"

Harry nodded, and took out the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, "You take it first, now I'm going to kill Quirrell." The two walked behind a Roman pillar, Harry took off his robe and handed it to Draco, The dark green shirt and vest he was wearing underneath were exposed - the temperature in the cellar was low, and Draco always made him wear it at night.Then he lifted the invisibility cloak.

Just as he was about to go out, he felt his hand being held, and a voice said hurriedly and lowly behind him: "Harry, give me the dagger, or I will kill Quirrell for you."

"Daddy, this is my business. If I want to get rid of the halo of the savior, I still have to do it myself. Uncle Lucius, please stop Daddy." Sure enough, within a few seconds, Harry felt his hands being loosened After opening, he smiled at the place where the voice came from just now, and hurried out behind the pillar and went downstairs.

"Aha, I said who is here. The great Harry Potter? No, no, no, it's Harry Everson." Quirrell seemed to know that Harry had already arrived.Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, but a few ropes jumped out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly. "You're welcome, Evelson, but you're too meddling to be allowed to live on earth. You and little Malfoy knocked me out on Hallow's Eve... Heh, loyal Malfoys... what, little Malfoy didn't come with you?"

Harry didn't answer, he pretended to be trapped honestly, but his momentum remained undiminished. "You let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls. Well, wait a minute, Evelson. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Mirror of Erised.Harry smiled inwardly, I took them all, it depends on how you take them.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this, but he's in London right now... By the time he comes back, I'll be far away..."

"I saw you and Snape in the abandoned classroom?" He said casually, anyway, Quirrell couldn't get it anyway, even if he didn't get it, don't worry, after all, the principle of the Mirror of Erised is there.

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, turning to look behind the magic mirror, "he's been eyeing me for a long time, wanting to know how far I've gone. He's been suspicious of me. Last time you I was the one who chanted the curse to throw you off the broomstick, the damned Snape, the damned Weasley brothers! He's always against me. But he can't scare me, I have Voldemort as my backing... "

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I have seen the Philosopher's Stone...I am offering it to my master...but where is it hidden?"

"Mr. Dean doesn't seem to like me very much. I always feel that he is very contradictory." While Quirrell's attention was on the mirror, Harry twisted his body and cut lightly with the dagger in his pocket.

"Oh, he really doesn't like you," Quirrell said casually. "My God, of course he doesn't like you. You didn't know he went to Hogwarts with your father. Your father Potter Always teasing him and insulting him, can he not hate you Potter?"

Harry suddenly remembered his trip to Diagon Alley.At that time, Daddy said that Quirrell spoke very fluently.Now it seems that they are all pretending, but most people have really lowered their guard. What exactly does he want to do?Except for stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

Over there Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I really don't understand! Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" Seeing that Quirrell still didn't look back at him, Harry was still talking to himself.Harry twisted his foot again, commanding the dagger to untie the rope from his foot.

"What's the matter with this mirror? What's the function of it? Help me, Master!" Harry was horrified to hear a voice answer, which seemed to come from Quirrell himself. "Use that boy...use that boy!" Quirrell turned to Harry. "All right, Potter. Come up here."

He clapped his hands again, and the rope that was still hanging loosely on Harry's body collapsed to the ground.Harry stood up slowly. "Come here," said Quirrell again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him.

Quirrell moved up behind him.Harry caught a strange smell that seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head.He moved aside and stood in front of the magic mirror.

He saw himself in the mirror, the Harry smiling at him, pointing at Draco.

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

"Seeing my daddy and mommy, and then gone." Harry took two steps back leisurely, he wanted to start scolding Merlin in his heart, how could it be so stinky.

Quirrell started cursing again.

"Go away," he said.Harry took a few quick steps back.But he had barely gone five steps when he heard a shrill voice speak, and Quirrell's lips did not move at all.

"He's lying...he's talking....I feel the Sorcerer's Stone in this room!"

"Eveson, come back here!" cried Quirrell. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"

The shrill voice spoke righteously.

"Let me talk to him! Talk to him face to face!"

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"This strength... I still have it..."

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in the devil's net, and he couldn't move at all.He looked at Quirrell intently, to see what kind of tricks he wanted to play.

I saw Quirrell raised his hand and untied the scarf on his head.How is this going?The scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked oddly small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The face was as dead white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two snake-like nostrils underneath.

"Harry Potter!" he whispered. "Look what I've become!" said the face. "All that's left is shadow and vapor. I can only have form if I share a body with others. But there are always those who will let me into them." heart and mind, the unicorn disc has given me back some of my strength for the past few weeks. You saw Quirrell drink blood for me the other day in the forest... Once I get the elixir, I'll be able to Recreate a body of my own. Well, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone? You know where it is!"

"I said, why is there always a piece of cloth covering your head? That's how it is." Harry touched his chin: "Quirrell, you are so brave! I really don't have the courage to stuff a messy thing into my body."

"Don't talk nonsense." The face said viciously, "It's better to save your own life and rely on me. Otherwise, you will end up like your parents, who begged me for mercy before they died... "

"Lie!" Harry yelled sharply. "My dad, mommy... In short, it's impossible to stop daydreaming like you said."

Quirrell stepped back towards him, allowing Voldemort to still stare at him.Now there was a grin on that wicked face.How touching! He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage. Yes, my son, your parents were brave back then."I will kill your father first, but he would rather die than surrender, he fought bravely with me... Your mother doesn't need to die, she is desperately trying to protect you...Okay, give me the Philosopher's Stone, don't let your father and mother I died for you in vain. "

"You think too much." Harry stared at Voldemort coldly, the dagger in his pocket was ready.

Harry sneered suddenly, and rushed towards Quirrell's body, and Voldemort screamed: "Grab him!" Immediately afterwards, Harry felt Quirrell's hand tightly grasping his left hand.

The right hand holding the dagger was caught off guard and stabbed into Quilo's body fiercely.Harry's eyes were red from the spray of blood. "How can you tell me about my parents?"

Quirrell screamed, and even Voldemort made a shrill voice: "Quirrell! Quickly pull out the dagger, this dagger will hurt me!"

Quirrell, who was stabbed hard, fell to the ground, and his hands couldn't do anything other than trying to cover the wound on his chest.Harry, on the other hand, drew out the dagger, but plunged into Quirrell's body again.

Quirrell struggled and twitched on the ground.Voldemort's screams hadn't stopped yet, and it gave Harry a headache, but he didn't feel it. He knelt on the ground with red eyes and didn't speak. He just pressed the dagger stuck in Quirrell's body down, a little deeper.

When James and the others rushed out, Harry still hadn't stopped. James rushed to grab Harry's hand in a hurry, and Draco snatched the dagger from Harry's hand.

After about a few minutes, Harry, who was out of breath, sat on the ground and slowly recovered.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Draco asked.The two adults stood aside holding a dagger, not knowing what they were discussing.

Harry shook his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Quirrell move suddenly.At this time, Draco and James Lucius were standing with their backs to Quirrell.

Harry watched Quirrell stand up holding his wound, savagely preparing to cast a spell on himself, and was stunned for a while.

"Harry!" It was James' voice.

"Disarm you." It was Lucius' voice.

At the same moment, Harry snatched the dagger from Draco's hand, sat up with his eyes closed and stabbed forward, but the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the dagger stuck in the shoulder of James who was rushing towards him.

"Daddy!!!!" Harry pulled out the dagger in panic.

"No, it's not me..." Harry held the green dagger stupidly: "This dagger, this dagger was originally... Draco... Oh, Merlin, it's not me! Help me..."

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