Chapter 86 This mirror...is Not Right

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

But the effect was obviously good. They didn't feel anything when they passed through the black flame, as if the flame didn't exist.

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

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

But it was not Professor Snape, nor the mysterious man, but the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell.

Harry saw the appearance of the person with his back to them through the reflection of the mirror, and opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Is it you?

No, this is impossible, it's Snape, he is."

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

Now it's good, facts speak louder than words, you can't help but believe it."

Professor Quirrell turned around, his face was absolutely cold and cold.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Potter.

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

"Uh... Should I feel honored at this time? After all, not everyone can enter Voldemort's sight."

"Voldemort?" Harry was stunned for a moment, looking at Professor Quirrell in astonishment, "You said he is Voldemort?"

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

But it should be his own will. Although the Dark Lord is lingering, it is undeniable that he has great resources and can give ordinary people what they desire most.

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

"I suddenly understand why the master values ​​you so much." Quirrell laughed immediately, "But how did you know?

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't everyone be suspicious of Snape like Harry Potter?

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

"I have a magical animal, and it is particularly sensitive to certain cold and dark auras.

You hid it very well, but you were too weak, which inevitably revealed a flaw.

It was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and my pet was very keen to detect some auras that made it feel disgusted.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but I happened to notice the flash of murderous intent in your eyes.

Compared with my peers, I am also knowledgeable, but your eyes still make me feel creepy.

Just imagine, how could a timid person who stutters and trembles when speaking have that kind of eyes.

You must have killed people, and more than one.

I suspected you from that time on. "

Pa pa pa!

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

"Yes, I doubt it, 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 came to me one after another, but they could all be said to be for official business, with certain reasons.

Only you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, actually wanted to keep me to talk alone, and the reason was to guide me in my studies, which was obviously made up at a glance."

"Isn't this reasonable?" Quirrell said with a grim expression, "Isn't it common for teachers to have more preferences for outstanding students?"

"It makes sense, but at that time I had already labeled you as a 'bad guy'.

I just injured the black-robed man in the Forbidden Forest, and the professor of the college who had almost no contact with me wanted to guide me. It's hard not to have wild thoughts!

In addition, there is the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, the unicorn blood that can sustain life, the Philosopher's Stone that can make people immortal, and a scary black-robed man who dares not reveal his true face.

These can be connected to a conclusion that you are the object of Voldemort's possession."

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell lowered his head with a gloomy face and remained silent.

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

"What about Professor Snape? He cursed my broom on the Quidditch field."

"This..."

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

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

"Do you understand?" Aaron glanced at the confused Harry and said, "Our Slytherin Dean wanted to save you, but you wrongly accused him for most of the semester. You owe him an apology."

Harry nodded blankly, "But I always feel that he seems to hate me."

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

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

I released the troll and led everyone away. I thought I could succeed, but Dumbledore's magic stopped me.

After that, Snape came to me. He was more perceptive than others. He suspected me, frightened me, and threatened me...

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

I saw my desires, I presented 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 wise, and his wisdom is definitely not simple."

"Humph! At worst, I will break this mirror.

I have plenty of time. When Dumbledore returns from London, I will have already taken the Philosopher's Stone and flew away."

"You can try it, maybe you will get nothing by breaking this mirror."

"Use these two children. "

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

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

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

The two of them stared 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, so they had some experience.

The figure of Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the originally ordinary mirror.

He held a blood-red stone in his hand, and scanned Aaron and Harry in the mirror, and finally stopped on Aaron.

Aaron in the mirror had an ugly face and waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he should give the Philosopher's Stone to Harry.

But in the end, he couldn't resist this old man, and he put the thing in his pocket.

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

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

Harry was startled, and after reacting, he realized that he must not reveal any flaws, and immediately said: "I saw me shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I also won the house cup."

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

"How is this possible?

I saw that I presented the Philosopher's Stone to the Dark Lord, and then inherited his legacy decades later and became the third generation of the Dark Lord." Aaron was talking nonsense seriously, with a stunned expression on his face, his acting skills were online, but in his heart he cursed Dumbledore.

Fuck! Old bitch!

It was intentional, that old immortal was definitely intentional.

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

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

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

"One of them must be lying, or both of them are lying. "A sharp voice came from behind Quirrell's head, "Let me talk to them."

"But Master, you don't have enough strength."

"Enough."

Quirrel took off the purple turban wrapped around his head, and then turned to face the two.

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

Through the Mirror of Erised, Harry saw it very clearly. He had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face in the restricted area. It was just like a devil crawling out of hell.

"I thought you were more or less human, but now it seems that I thought too much." Aaron said with some emotion.

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

"It's not very good."

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

Harry's heart skipped a beat. Could Voldemort know where the Philosopher's Stone is?

He shook his head at Aaron in a complicated way, praying that he would not go astray.

Aaron smiled indifferently, and took out a red stone from his pocket under the other party's surprised eyes, "You want this thing, right?"

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