The little princess of the platinum family of HP

Alisa glanced at Harry, "I'll go first!" She took the bottle in Harry's hand, and she forgot, just took half a sip and could pass it, barely.She left half a mouthful for Harry, and Harry put the cloak of invisibility on Alyssa.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the smallest bottle.He turned to face the black flames. "I'm here." He finished, and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.It really penetrated his whole body like ice.He put down the bottle and walked forward.

Seeing black flames licking their bodies, maybe the amount of potion was low, or those black tongues of flames burned Alisa's fever - at that moment there was only black flames in front of them - then, he went smoothly Came to the other side, entered the last room, Alisa followed beside him.There was already someone in there - not Snape, not even Voldemort.

it's chilo

Alisa was slightly shocked when she saw Quirrell, and everything seemed to make sense, Quirrell's strangeness, and the godfather's attitude towards him.Harry had already met Quirrell, and he asked Quirrell why it wasn't Snape, of course he couldn't be the godfather!The godfather would not do such a thing, the godfather would not hurt the students for no reason, he just enjoyed deducting points from Gryffindor.Although she complained in her heart, since entering the room, Alyssa dared not say a word.

"Snape" Quirrell laughed.It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. "Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him around, who'd doubt it? Where's poor, stutter-stutter-stutterer Quirrell-Professor?"

"During the Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me over. She broke my gaze on you, but if I held on for just a few more seconds, I I threw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse beside him to save your life, I would have thrown you to death a long time ago." Quirrell said coldly.

"Snape wants to save me"

"Of course it is. Well, Potter, it's been so long, anyway, I'm going to kill you tonight." Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, but he saw a few ropes jumping up out of nowhere, binding Harry tightly, and Alisa's wand was in his hand at once, but he knew that he couldn't do anything now, if he didn't hit it, he would hit it , then it is better not to act rashly.

"Okay, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror." Only then did Harry notice what stood behind Quirrell.

It was the Mirror of Erised, the mirror that Alisa also saw, and she moved slowly and carefully towards the mirror.She felt that this mirror might be the turning point of this matter. There was no place to hide anything in this room, and the only possibility was that mirror.She decided to get the Philosopher's Stone before Quirrell. When she moved slowly, she paused at Harry's place, and then took his hand.Harry didn't understand what she meant, and Alicia wrote "delaying time." on his hand, and then let go of his hand.

"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, and by the time he comes back, I'll be far away"

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

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone. I'm offering it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

He must prevent Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror, to help Alyssa gain time, and to gain time for himself.

"But Snape always seems to hate me so much." Harry shook his eyes, trying to see where Alisa was.

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said casually. "God, of course he hates you. You didn't know that when he went to Hogwarts with your father, they hated each other. .But he never wanted you dead."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you." For the first time a tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face. "Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to obey my master—he is a great wizard, and I am so weak—" "Do you mean that the Is that him?" Harry asked in surprise.

"He was with me wherever I went," said Quirrell quietly. "I met him when I was traveling the world. I was a foolish lad with a ridiculous sense of right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no such thing as good and evil, there is only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power. Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have also had many times Let him down. He's been very hard on me." Quirrell shuddered suddenly. "He never forgave my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and decided to watch me even more closely from now on."

When Alisa heard Quirrell's words, her back immediately felt cold. So Voldemort is also in this place, so she must be more careful not to expose the Malfoy family, or one day Voldemort will make a comeback, and the first unlucky one will be Malfoy. Fujia.

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.Harry remembered his trip to Diagon Alley—how could he not have thought of it then? He had seen Quirrell that day, and had shaken hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron.

Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I really don't understand if the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror. Should I break the mirror?"

Harry was still watching from room to room. He still didn't know where Alisa was, and he was a little anxious, but he was afraid that Quirrell and his master would find out, which would be even more dangerous.Alyssa was already in front of the mirror.But what you see is still the same as together, there is no difference.So how can we unlock the mirror and get the Philosopher's Stone.Quirrell's voice reminded her that Alisa was a little anxious, but she still got nothing.She smelled a strange smell, which seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head. The smell of corrosion was obvious, and it was comparable to the troll just now.

"What's the matter with this mirror and what is it for? Help me, Master!" Harry heard a voice answering in horror, which seemed to come from Quirrell himself. "Use that boy to use that boy" Quirrell turned to Harry. "Okay, Potter, come up here."

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically.Harry stood up slowly. "Come here," said Quirrell again, "look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him.

"I've got to lie to him," he thought desperately. "I've got to look in the mirror and make up a lie to lie to him, and that's it."

Quirrell moved up behind him.He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, then opened them, and Alyssa took his hand again.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled.Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked his eyes, and put the stone back into his pocket. At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. pocket.It's incredible that he got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Alisa felt Harry's pocket sink, and then she let go of his hand, and then slowly moved outward, as long as she had an advantage in position, she could help Harry later.

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

Harry mustered up his courage. "I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he made up, "I - I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell started cursing again.

"Go away," he said.Harry felt the Philosopher's Stone against his thigh as he stepped back.Would he dare to run away with it now? But he hadn't gone five steps when he heard a shrill voice speak, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"he's lying he's lying"

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell yelled. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"

The shrill voice spoke. "Let me talk to him face to face"

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"I still have this strength." Hearing this voice, Alisa squeezed the wand in her hand more and more tightly.

Harry felt as if he was tightly entangled in the devil's net, and he couldn't move at all.He stood there dumbfounded, watching Quirrell raised his hand to remove the scarf on his head.What happened? The scarf had fallen, and Quirrell's bare head looked oddly small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.

Harry tried to scream, but no sound came out.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 color of the face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and there were two nostrils as long and thin as snakes.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't do it.

"Look what I've become!" said the face. "Shadow and vapor are all that's left. I can only have form if I share a body with others. But there are always some who will let me into their hearts. And mind The unicorn disc has given me back some of my strength the past few weeks The day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the woods Once I get the elixir I'll be able to recreate one of my own When you are healthy, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

So he knew! Suddenly Harry felt feeling in his leg again.He staggered back.

"Don't be a fool," said the face viciously, "you'd better save your own life and take refuge with me, or you'll end up like your parents who begged me for my life before they died, and, There is a friend here, come out! Tell him not to hide, Potter."

"Lie! I'm the only one here," Harry yelled sharply.

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've always admired courage. Yes, son, your parents were very brave. I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender, and bravely fought with me. Your mother is actually If she doesn't have to die, she will try her best to protect you, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you."

"Don't think about it!"

Harry sprinted towards the door, which was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Grab him!" The next moment Harry felt Quirrell's hand grab his wrist.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead ached; he felt as if his head would split in two; he cried out and struggled desperately; then, to his surprise, Quirrell let go.

The pain in his brow had eased too - Harry looked around blankly for Quirrell, who was hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers - as he watched them blister one by one.

"Get him! Get him!" screamed Voldemort again.Quirrell sprang forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on top of him, choking Harry's neck with both hands—Harry's scar was throbbing again, and his eyes went black, but he still saw Quirrell. Lo was howling in pain.

"Master, I can't hold him—my hand—my hand!"

"Harry, touch him quickly, he can't touch you."

'Dizzy~' a spell came out from Harry's back.

But as soon as Quirrell moved, the spell didn't hit him.

'Torn apart and stunned' Alisa cast two spells in turn.Finally, the four-point physics hit Quirrell.

Quirrell raised his hand and fell to the ground. He was about to cast a death curse, but Harry seized the opportunity and suddenly raised his hand to grab Quirrell's face—"Ah! Ah! Ah——!"

Blisters also appeared on Quirrell's face.Harry grabbed Quirrell so tightly that Quirrell was in too much pain to curse himself.Harry jumped up and grabbed Quirrell's arm, refusing to let go.Quirrell screamed, trying desperately to shake Harry off - and Harry's headache was getting worse - and his eyes went black.

All that could be heard was Quirrell's horrific scream and Voldemort's ferocious growl: "Kill him! Kill him!''

Alisa took off the cloak and ran to Harry: "Harry! Harry!" She helped Harry up.When I was about to say something.

At this time, a cloud of black mist ran out from Quirrell's body, and Alisa picked up her wand to block Harry's body, but the black mist passed through Alisa's body screaming, and Harry also After receiving the influence, the two of them sank into the darkness together, falling~falling~falling~falling.