Harry Potter's Bastard

With the Illusion Charm to hide your body, and with the Silence Charm to mask your voice. Solim slipped into the corner and entered the last room.

Solim had already said beforehand, just watch, and nothing else. Even with Solim's words, Evans held his wand in his hand just in case.

The three Harry had been subdued, and they were tied with ropes conjured up by Quirrell. Quirrell was standing in front of the Mirror of Eris, helpless.

"I thought it was going to be Snape......" Harry struggled as he tried to figure out what was going on. He had long since decided in his heart that Snape was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell was protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and he had heard Snape threaten Quirrell more than once.

"Oh, yes. Quirrell heard Harry's words, turned around, and said proudly, "yes, Snape doesn't look like a good guy, does he? With him there, who would doubt it...... Can...... Poor, knot...... Knot...... What about the stammering Quirrell—Professor?" Quirrell laughed. The laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

"But Snape was trying to kill me on the pitch!" Harry couldn't believe it.

"No, no, it's not like that. At this, Quirrell looked a little gloomy, "I was the one who wanted to kill you, and I recited the spell to you! Snape kept chanting a counter-spell to disturb me! If it weren't for the little girl next to you who knocked me down and ruined my gaze at you, you would have fallen off the broomstick a long time ago." At this point, Quirrell's tone had become vicious.

"That's true...... Hermione lay on the ground, silent, she was thinking of a way out, but the magic of adult wizards was obviously much more powerful than that of their little wizards, and the ropes on her body couldn't break free at all.

Snape ...... Help me?" Snape was saving himself, and it was even more unbelievable than when he had just come in and seen Quirrell.

"I told you a long time ago, Harry, Solim's analysis is very reasonable, you just can't listen to it! If you had listened to Solim earlier, it wouldn't have become the way it is!" Hermione gave Harry a desperate look, emphasizing Solim's name.

Gryffindor's brain spins quite quickly in critical situations, which is very different from what they usually do. Harry quickly understood what Hermione meant, the situation had messed up Harry's mind, and after Hermione's reminder, he remembered that Solim had given him a ring that could be turned into a knife.

Seeing Harry's movements, Hermione hurriedly diverted Quirrell's attention: "You also put the Halloween trolls in, right?"

Glancing at Hermione, Quirrell said, "Of course. Unfortunately, while the other professors were looking for trolls, Snape, who was already suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor, leaving me behind. But you're lucky, little girl, if it weren't for that Selwyn, you would have been killed by the trolls. "

Solim was eating popcorn on the side, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him, and his mood was a little excited for a while. It's a pity that they can't communicate with each other now, because everyone has mute spells on them, and they can't hear each other.

"Now, you're just lying there honestly, and I need to take a good look at this golden mirror. Quirrell turned, ignoring the three young wizards who had fallen to the ground.

It was only then that Harry discovered that what was standing behind Quirrell was none other than the Mirror of Eris.

He knew he had to do something now, anything, as long as it would keep Quirrell from focusing on the Mirror of Eris.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest—and I heard him threatening you—" Harry was now speechless, trying to distract Quirrell.

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, looking behind the mirror, "he was already eyeing me to see how far I had come. He was suspicious of me all the time. He wanted to scare me - in fact, where could he scare me, with Voldemort as my backer?"

"You're not a Death Eater at all!" Hermione said suddenly, "the Death Eater doesn't just call him by name." "

Quirrell didn't move, he slowly turned his head and looked at Hermione, "You're right, little girl. I'm not a Death Eater. He was with me wherever I went. "

Harry's rope was about to be cut, and when he heard Quirrell's words, he asked in surprise, "I heard you crying in the classroom the other day, and I thought it was Snape...... Don't...... Then...... It's ......"

Glancing at Harry, Quirrell said with a blank face, "That's right, like I said, he's with me wherever I go." I met him while traveling the world. I was a stupid boy with a ridiculous idea of right and wrong. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no such thing as good or evil in the world, only power, and those who are incompetent and incompetent. Since then, I have served him faithfully, but I have failed him many times. He has always been very me. "

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very upset when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me and decided to spy on me more closely......" Quirrell's voice grew too low to be heard.

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, "Yes, yes, the Philosopher's Stone, I have to get it." Quirrell then turned and looked at the Mirror of Eris again, "But what do I do? Break it? What does it do? Help me, master......"

In the next second, not only the three people who were still lying on the ground, but also the few people who were hiding to watch the excitement also looked at Quirrell incredulously - except for Solim, he knew what was going on.

"Take advantage of that boy! Idiot! Use him!" an unusually hoarse and feeble voice came from Quirrell's body.

"Okay...... Come here!Potter!" Quirrell slapped his hands, and the rope on Harry's body, which was about to be cut by him, was suddenly untied.

Harry scrambled to his feet. Slowly walked towards Quirrell. He knew he had to stall now, and that was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

"Hurry up!" Quirrell urged Harry angrily.

No matter how much he delayed, Harry finally stood in front of the Mirror of Eris, the third time he had seen himself in the mirror, but this time there were no parents, no family, only another self. He saw himself in the mirror, and at first he was pale and frightened, but after a moment, he smiled. In the mirror, Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, then blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket - just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket. It's unbelievable - he actually got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Evans, who had been following the developments, clenched his wand tightly, and he had already noticed that there was suddenly a powerful magical object in the room. In this case, all Evans could think of was the Philosopher's Stone. But should I go up or not? My task is to make sure that the Philosopher's Stone is within the range of Hogwarts, and even if someone does get it, as long as they don't leave the range of Hogwarts, they shouldn't care. But now the situation is ...... Evans decided to wait a little longer.

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

"I saw me shaking hands with Dumbledore. Harry began to make up "I ...... I won the House Cup for Gryffindor. "

"Get out of here!" Quirrell scolded, nudging Harry, who felt the Philosopher's Stone on his lap as he stepped aside. Is it time to run away, but what about Ron and Hermione, who are still tied up?

Before Harry could think about his next move, Quirrell's hoarse voice spoke again.

"He's lying! He's lying!"

"Come back, Potter, tell me what you just saw! Tell me the truth! or ......" Quirrell gestured with his eyes to Ron and Hermione, who were still lying on the ground, as a naked threat.

"Let me come, let me talk to him face to face. "

"But...... Master, you haven't recovered your strength yet. "

"I still have that strength. "

Harry felt like he was once again entangled in a devil's web. Quirrell turned, turned his back to Harry, and began to undo the scarf he had been wrapping around the back of his head.

When Harry saw the back of Quirrell's head, he wanted to let him scream, but in fact, someone was already one step ahead of him. Ron and Hermione had already called out. Luckily, Neville and Draco had mute charms, otherwise their cries would have filled the small room.