Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 47 The Truth Behind

There was a flash of unwillingness in Harry's heart, he had been fooled, he had been tricked by Quirrell, and George was right. He was too careless, too arrogant, and that would have fatal consequences.

"But at the Quidditch match, Snape was going to kill me," Harry pressed, wanting to know where he was going wrong, wanting to find out more, if only to understand.

"No, no, you got it all wrong. In Quidditch, it was me who shot and it was me who wanted to kill you. But someone helped you, and I could see someone resisting my stare. , his strength is quite good. And Snape, he has been reciting an anti-curse on you, he doesn't want me to kill you, you are lucky."

Quirrell's tone was unwavering, as if he didn't mind the day's failure.

"How is it possible that Snape would want to save me." Harry was stunned. Compared with the fact that it wasn't Snape who shot, it was even more surprising that Snape wanted to save him. How could this be possible.

"How incredible," Quirrell said coldly.

"What do you think he's doing, to be the referee in your second match? It's ridiculous that he's afraid that I'll keep hitting you. With Dumbledore there, I wouldn't have shot in that situation. All he does is superfluous. And if I'm really going to do it, his tricks are useless."

"He's like a lone clown, everyone dislikes him and thinks he's trying to stop Gryffindor from winning. But it's pointless and a waste of time. Tonight, it's the best Time, you don't have any more luck." Quirrell's eyes were scrutinized, and now is the best chance to get out.

"Pop" he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a few ropes appeared out of nowhere, tying Harry tightly.

"You're too self-aware, Potter, you're just a kid who broke into the adult world. You thought you could debunk the conspiracy of this world, but where's your reliance? Your reliance? It's just you on the court A little trick?" Quirrell looked down at Harry, who was rolling on the ground, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

The way Quirrell looked at the poor man made Harry a little angry, and he wanted to fight back, but the strong rope around him made his heart sink. Unlike the previous heroic adventure, he has everyone's help. When he faced the real conspiracy alone, he didn't even have the ability to resist. He couldn't help laughing at himself. Could it be that this is my destination, the enlightenment I told everyone?

"Just watch it, Potter, I need to take a good look at this interesting mirror." Quirrell turned around, ignoring Harry.

Harry didn't realize until then that there was something standing behind Quirrell, the Eris sunglasses he had seen several times in the storage room.

"This is the key to the Philosopher's Stone. It's in the mirror." Quirrell stared at the mirror, his hands framed around the mirror, groping, tapping, and whispering, "Dumbledore took the key to the Philosopher's Stone. It's hidden here, he's still in London, and by the time he gets back, I'll be flying away with the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry couldn't think of a way to save himself, but he didn't want to just wait for Quirrell to find the Philosopher's Stone and then free his hand to kill him. He tried to guide Quirrell to continue talking, stalling, at least not letting him get the Philosopher's Stone.

"I followed Snape and saw you meet in the Forbidden Forest," he said rashly.

"I underestimate you." Quirrell said this, but his tone did not change at all. He turned to the back of the magic mirror and continued to check. "I didn't expect Snape to be followed by you. He wanted to know how far my plan was going. He was eyeing me, trying to scare me. How could he scare me, I had Voldemort to do it. backing."

Quirrell went back and forth around the mirror, greedily trying to see through the mirror's secret.

Harry kept struggling, but it only made the rope tighter and tighter.

He wanted to stop Quirrell from discovering the Mirror's secret.

"But Snape hates me so much."

"That's right, of course he hates you. He went to Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? They've always been enemies, but he really didn't want you to die. Quirrell's voice sounded nonchalant, the Philosopher's Stone was in sight, but he had no idea how to find it.

"But I heard you cry in a classroom the other day, isn't Snape threatening you?" Harry got information bit by bit.

There was a hint of fear on Quirrell's face. "There are times when it's hard for me to follow my master's orders. He's such a great wizard, but my powers are too weak."

"In other words, you were in the classroom with your master that day?" Harry was a little puzzled, who would Quirrell's master be?

"He's with me wherever I go." Quirrell's voice was eerily calm.

"I met him when I was traveling the world, and I was still a stupid young man with a ridiculous set of young people's ideas about whether there is good or evil. It was my master Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes, he taught me There is no such thing as right and wrong in the world.”

"There's only power, and the mediocrity. I've been loyal to him since then, but I've let him down a few times, and he's been tough on me."

Quirrell shuddered suddenly. "He won't let me go easily. I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts, which made him very upset. He punished me and kept an eye on me at all times. I."

Quirrell's voice faded, and Harry thought back to his time at Diagon Alley. How could he not have thought of it then? He had seen Quirrell that day, and shook his hand at the Leaky Cauldron, and he shouldn't have ignored such important information.

Quirrell cursed in a low voice, stumped by the Mirror's secret, and he could never find a way to hide the Philosopher's Stone.

Quirrell's inability to do anything made Harry a little excited. It was better that Quirrell would never find the Philosopher's Stone, and even if the chances of him surviving were slim, it was always a good thing to let Voldemort fail.

"But where is the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want to break the mirror?" Harry's mind was also racing, "Or if I just think about the Philosopher's Stone, I can show the location of the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror? No, so Quirrell would have found it long ago, or he couldn't think about the Philosopher's Stone at all, could that be the case?"

Quirrell continued to look around the mirror, muttering words.

"Where the hell is it? The mystery of this mirror, help me, my master." Harry heard a terrifying voice answer, it seemed to come from Quirrell's own body.

"Let that boy come, let him come."

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