Magic Journey from Hogwarts

After drinking the potion in the small bottle, Harry and Aaron only felt cold all over their bodies.

But the effect was obviously good. When they passed through the layer of black flames, they didn't feel anything, as if the flames didn't exist.

The two walked through a long corridor and came to the last room.

There is no mechanism here, only a mirror of Erised, and there is a person standing in front of this mirror.

But it wasn't Professor Snape, nor the Mysterious Man, but the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Quirrell.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Harry saw the face of the person whose back was facing them, and opened his mouth in shock.

"It's you?

No, that couldn't be, it was Snape, he was. "

"How many times have I told you?" Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "It's not Professor Snape, it's not Professor Snape, you never believed it.

Well now, facts speak louder than words, you can't believe it. "

Professor Quirrell turned around, with a cold face that was absolutely unmatched in peacetime.

"I didn't expect that! I actually met you here, Potter.

What I didn't expect was that there was a surprise surprise, Aaron Gaius. "

"Ah... Should I feel honored at this time, after all, not everyone can get into Voldemort's sight."

"Voldemort?" Harry froze for a moment, then looked at Professor Quirrell in astonishment, "You said he was Voldemort?"

"Of course not, Professor Quirrell is just a poor possessed creature.

But it should be voluntary. Although the Dark Lord is lingering, it is undeniable that he has great resources and can bestow what ordinary people most desire.

Money, life, knowledge, power, or... power. "

"I suddenly understood why the master valued you so much." Quirrell suddenly laughed, "But how did you know?

Shouldn't everyone be suspicious of Snape like Harry Potter under normal circumstances?

After all, he doesn't look like a good guy, and he often makes things difficult for Gryffindor, while Professor Quirrell is just a stammering coward who can't even speak well. "

"I have raised a magical animal, which is particularly sensitive to certain cold and dark atmospheres.

You hide it well, but you are too weak, which inevitably reveals a flaw.

It was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and my pet was keenly aware of something repulsive to it.

At first, I didn't pay attention to it, but I happened to find the flash of killing intent in your eyes.

Compared to my peers, I am quite knowledgeable, but the look in your eyes still makes me feel creepy.

Just imagine, how could a person who is obedient and stutters and trembles when he speaks, have that kind of look in his eyes.

You have definitely killed people, and more than one.

I've been suspicious of you ever since. "

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Professor Quirrell applauded: "It's really beautiful, but this is just a suspicion, right?"

"It's doubtful, but that look alone is enough for me to conclude that you are not a good person.

In addition, after the Forbidden Forest incident, Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore approached me successively, but it can be said that they were all for official business, and there were certain reasons.

Only you, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you actually want to leave me to talk alone, and the reason is to guide me in my studies. "

"Is this reasonable?" Quirrell said with an ugly face, "Isn't it common for teachers to give more preference to outstanding students?"

"That's reasonable, but at that point you'd already been labeled a 'bad guy' by me.

I just injured the black-robed man in the Forbidden Forest, and the college professor who has almost no contact with me usually wants to guide me. It's hard not to let people think about it!

In addition, the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, the unicorn blood that can sustain life, the Philosopher's Stone that can make people live forever, and a scary man in black who dare not show his true colors.

These connections can barely draw a conclusion that you are the object of Voldemort's possession. "

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell lowered his head sullenly and remained silent.

Harry pursed his lips, and at the same time he felt that everything became clear.

"What about...Professor Snape? He jinxed my broom on the Quidditch pitch."

"This..."

Just as Aaron was about to explain, Quirrell suddenly said, "Actually, I wanted to harm you, and Snape was chanting to break the spell.

If your friend Miss Granger hadn't come to light the fire and blocked my view, I could have killed you in half a minute at most. "

"Understood?" Aaron glanced at the dazed Harry and said, "Our head of Slytherin wanted to save you, but you wronged him for most of the semester, and you owe him an apology."

Harry nodded blankly, "But I always feel that he hates me very much."

"Of course he hates you, but the reason for hating you is your father, but he never wants you to die.

I knew from the start that you were a threat, especially after Halloween.

I let the troll out, distracted everyone, and thought I would succeed, but Dumbledore's magic stopped me.

After that, Snape came to my door, he was more sensitive than anyone else, suspicious me, frightened me, threatened me...

But he didn't understand that his threats were useless because I was not alone. "Professor Quirrell turned around and looked at the Mirror of Erised, his eyes full of greed, "What is this mirror for?

I saw my desire, I dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to my master, but how did I get it? "

"What you see may not be true." Aaron spread his hands, "This level was designed by Dumbledore. He is old and mature, and his wisdom will definitely not be simple."

"Hmph! At worst, I'll smash this mirror.

I have plenty of time, and when Dumbledore comes back from London, I'll be flying away with the Philosopher's Stone. "

"You can try it, maybe you won't get anything if you break this mirror."

"Use these two children."

A hoarse voice echoed in the room, and Professor Quirrell suddenly turned around to look at the two of them, and shouted sharply, "You two, come here."

Aaron and Harry looked at each other and walked forward slowly.

"Look in this mirror and tell me what you see?"

The two looked at the mirror, but they were not very nervous. After all, it was not the first time for them to look at the Mirror of Erised, and they had some experience.

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared in the ordinary mirror.

Holding a blood-red stone in his hand, he glanced back and forth between Aaron and Harry in the mirror, and finally stopped on Aaron.

Aaron in the mirror looked ugly and waved his hands again and again, signaling him to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Harry.

But in the end, he couldn't hold back the elderly man, and he put the things in his pocket.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Aaron's pocket, and found that it had bulged a lot, and immediately understood where the Philosopher's Stone was.

"How?" Professor Quirrell asked, "What did you see? Tell me."

Harry was taken aback, and after realizing it, he knew that he must not show his flaws, and immediately said: "I saw that I was shaking Dumbledore's hand, and I also won the Academy Cup."

Quirrell rolled his eyes, pushed him away, and stared at Aaron with piercing eyes, "What about you? What did you see?"

"How is this possible?

I saw me dedicating the Sorcerer's Stone to the Dark Lord, and then carrying on his legacy decades later as the third Dark Lord. "Aaron was talking nonsense in a serious manner, matching the astonished expression on his face, his acting skills were online, but he scolded Dumbledore in his heart.

Gan!Old cunt!

Intentionally, that old bastard definitely did it on purpose.

In order to protect Harry, he actually pushed out his Slytherin as a shield.

But it's not that easy to pull me into the pit.

"Master, this..." Professor Quirrell asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"

"Some of them must be lying, or both of them." A sharp voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, "Let me talk to them."

"But master, your physical strength is not enough."

"enough."

Quirrell untied the purple turban wrapped around his head, and then turned himself to face the two.

Where the back of the head should have been, there was an extra human face.

Through the Mirror of Erised, Harry could see very clearly, he had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face in the restricted area, it was like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"I thought you could still look a little bit human, but now it seems that I think too much." Aaron said with some emotion.

"Long time no see, Aaron Gaius." Voldemort said meaningfully, "This is our first real meeting, although it may not be very good."

"It's not very good."

"I need the Philosopher's Stone to reshape my body, and you can help me with this." Voldemort said meaningfully.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, Voldemort wouldn't know where the Philosopher's Stone was?

He shook his head complicatedly at Aaron, praying in his heart that he would not take a detour.

Aaron smiled indifferently, and took out a red stone from his pocket under the astonished eyes of the other party, "Do you want this thing?"