Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione swallowed the potion in her mouth and found it to be as cold as ice, and it suddenly penetrated the body. Under her feet, she firmly passed the high wall formed by the black flame.

At that moment, she seemed to see nothing, and her eyes were dark. When she saw the light again, she was directly in the same place.

What kind of magic is it that can make a room look like this?

Standing here is like standing on a lake that is as quiet as a mirror—in fact, at the moment her feet are indeed water, but it does not fall.

In the middle of the lake, there is a gray-white rock platform, and at that moment, there is already a person standing on it.

"You!" Hermione looked at the familiar back and couldn't help but scream.

It wasn't Snape, not Voldemort, but the stalwart, seemingly timid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinas Quirrell.

Quirrell still wrapped his ridiculous headscarf, but since he appeared here, he couldn't help but make Hermione a bit creepy.

Quirrell turned and looked at Hermione, who was surprised.

Now his face is not twitching at all, and his speech is as smooth and fluent as everyone else.

"It's me," he said calmly. "I was still thinking, I will not meet Potter here. But I think, you - Miss Granger can come here, not so amazing."

"Oh! It's you, it turns out that Snape has been watching you! This makes Harry mistakenly think that Snape wants-" Hermione is obviously smart, and because of Marx's relationship, she is not as disgusted with Harry as Snape.

After thinking about it for a moment, she almost straightened out the cause and effect.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. This laughter is not his usual sharp and piercing vibrato, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah! Snape doesn't look like a good person, isn't it? He is like a giant big bat flying around, it is very helpful to us. If he is there, who will doubt it, OK, Poor, knotted, knotted, Quirrell teaching, professor?"

"No, I think, Professor Dumbledore noticed," Hermione held back her uneasiness and fear, pretending to look down at the lake. "I'm right? Professor Dumbledore!"

Quirrell was obviously scared and trembled. He took a few steps back and stared at the lake, but he didn't see anything.

"No - impossible!" Quirrell said madly loudly said, "Dumbledore has been cheated to London by me! This time, he can't be here!"

“Professor Dumbledore,” Hermione continued, she felt that she had been broken by Marx and actually knew how to lie. “I feel that Professor Quirrell is just a fascinating person, he must be tempted, otherwise he will never make this. After all, it’s obviously impossible to steal Philosopher's Stone under your guardianship."

Quirrell trembled, and he kept saying "impossible" and slammed into the middle of the stone platform. He knows that with Dumbledore's unfathomable magic power, he can come back at any time; or say - in fact, Dumbledore didn't go at all?

"idiot!"

A voice suddenly sounded somewhere behind Quirrell, and the hoarse and powerless voice had a chilling and ruthless fear.

"That little girl is lying to you! Dumbledore is not here at all!" The voice whispered. "If you dare to run away, I will let you die and die!"

Quirrell was scared by this voice and slammed directly on the ground, shaking all over the body, constantly begging for mercy.

"Voltmort, Voldemort!" Hermione said in horror.

"Take her to me!"

Voldemort snorted and Quirrell immediately wand a wave and used Hermone's wand to fly far away with Disarming Charm. Immediately, he waved again, and Hermione suddenly felt an invisible force that limited her actions.

Hermione fell to the ground, but Quirrell didn't take care of her again. Instead, he listened to Voldemort's orders and continued to study the secrets in this room.

"Master, it should be right here," Quirrell whispered. "There is nothing on this platform, only a sword is inserted on the ground."

"Pull the sword!" Voldemort said lowly.

Quirrell hearing this Immediately stretched out his hand and grasped the sword that was inserted in the center of the platform, but could not pull it out.

"hmph, let me take a look." Voldemort coldly snorted, commanding Quirrell.

"But, the master... your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"This is the strength... I still have it."

Hermione struggled, but found herself unable to move. She watched Quirrell raise her hand to untie the scarf on his head - what is going on? The big scarf fell and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small.

"Oh--"

From the perspective of Hermione, it is easy to see, Quirrell has a scary face on the back of his head! The color of the face was pale and pale like a chalk. The red eyes passed out, and the bottom were two slender nostrils like snakes.

The eyes swept over Hermione, and she couldn't help but hold her breath. The next moment, Quirrell turned around.

"Well, oh, yes. Gryffindor's sword, on a rock?" Voldemort's low, hoarse voice, revealing a mockery, "Dumbledore's little trick, looking pretty familiar."

"Bring the little girl over and let her pull the sword up. Here, only she can do it."

"Yes, master." Quirrell replied cautiously.

He walked quickly towards Hermione, pulled her up and dragged it to the Gryffindor sword.

Hermione couldn't help but look at the sword. It was a cross-legged sword with a complicated pattern. There was a ruby ​​on the hilt and it was shining with the rays of light. It was inserted obliquely on the platform, which seemed to be difficult to pull out, but Quirrell did not pull it out with all his strength.

"Stone in the Stone?" Seeing this scene, Hermione's guess could not be blurted out.

"hmph, this is just a little trick that Dumbledore copied from the story of the stone sword." Voldemort dismissively said, "Get out of the way and complete your mission. Don't talk too much."

Hermione bit her lip brief remark and didn't move.

“Quirrell!” Voldemort saw it and roared.

"Yes, Master!" Quirrell pulled Hermione up and waved wand to remove the restriction on her, then pressed her hand onto the hilt.

"Pull! Or, do you want Quirrell to give you an Imperius Curse?"

In Voldemort's angry snoring, Hermione was really scared - she had never seen such a terrifying person.

Moreover, she saw some information about Imperius Curse in the note that Marx gave to Harry about "Occlumency." It is a very terrifying curse. It can directly manipulate the human soul, allowing the subject to do anything under the control of others.

Hermione held the hilt with her trembling hand, only to find that the sword was surprisingly light, and she was pulled out with only a little effort. The ground also collapsed a lot, revealing a small space below.

"hahaha - I saw it, it's below!" Voldemort laughed. "Quirrell, take it out! It's time for you to make your merits!"

Quirrell turned around and pushed Hermione away and quickly reached out.

"Oh-Philosopher's Stone! It's really Philosopher's Stone! Master, I got it for you!" Quirrell lifted the whole reddish, radiant gemstone with a golden glow inside, and lowered his head. Voldemort can see.

"hmph 哼哼 - hahaha - well, well done! You will get the reward you deserve." Voldemort looked at the stone with pleasure, and the red light in his eyes became more and more deep. "With it, I will A perfect resurrection, with a true eternal life, this wonderful World! haha ​​- 呃 -"

Voldemort's words were just halfway through, but they found that the stone was jumped up by Hermione and slap on the ground. Voldemort forcibly controlled Quirrell's neck to look up and watched it fall to the ground, but smashed it to the ground.

"No - how could it be! Little girl, I want-" Voldemort's anger reached its utmost, he was crazy, and looked to hermione, but suddenly stopped talking.

Hermione quickly retreated in fear, and she didn't know where the courage was driving her to do this, but she understood that she was in danger.

Hermione stood by the black flame wall for a while, only to find that Voldemort was not looking at her at all, but staring at the calm lake.

"...Shi Jianjian, Hey, Shizhongjian?" Voldemort hated the earth. "What stone sword! Almost got the old fellow's dong!"

"Lord, Lord, Master, yes, what is it, what happened?" Quirrell was shocked, and this time he was stuttering.

"King Arthur is pulling out the stone sword, but it helps him to go to the most flourishing period, but it is not it!" Voldemort seemed to explain, and he was talking to himself. "Stone in the duel broke during the duel." Then his friend and mentor, the wizard Merlin, took him to a lake and got the 'sword in the lake' in the hands of the saintess in the lake. That was the real 'broken steel sword'!"

"So - just that is the fake Philosopher's Stone, really in the lake?" Quirrell answered.

"Let the stupid little girl put the Gryffindor sword on the lake!" Voldemort shouted.

Hermione saw Quirrell coming towards her and immediately raised the wand who had just sneaked back and sneaked back, but didn't want to be hit by Quirrell again. Obviously, she is not Quirrell's opponent at all.

It seems that the Quirrell used to be the Hogwarts outstanding student, and it is true.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" A simple Levitation charm, which allowed Hermione to fly into the air in his control and then suddenly fell.

When the sword of the Gryffindor sword touched the lake, Hermione immediately felt that her feet were unstable, and then she was surrounded by coldness - she fell into the water!

The lake gradually turned, and soon after, a scarlet stone flew from the lake and was picked up by Quirrell with a wand.

"Get it! Get it! This time is true!" Quirrell shouted excitedly.

“It’s thanks to the stupid little girl, oh—” Voldemort said. “What are you doing, leave here! Immediately!”

Quirrell hearing this, regardless of the rush of the lake, he jumped into the water and swam toward the door. Not far from here, Hermione finally fell into the water after hearing the last words of Voldemort.