It Turns Out That Snape Is A Good Person!

"How could it be you? I mean, shouldn't it be Snape?"

"Yeah, Snape does look the type right? And with him skulking around, who would doubt poor s.stu.stuttering...Professor Quirrell!"

Quirrell gave Harry a demonstration of his usual disguise.

"But... Snape tried to kill me!"

Seeing Harry's stubbornness.

Lucas, who was hidden by the side, felt that he was about to have a cerebral thrombosis.

Everything is so obvious and he was still suspicious of Professor Snape.

Should Professor Snape be said to be too aggressive?

Or was it Harry that was too opposed to Professor Snape?

Lucas clearly sensed that the breath in the direction of the corner was suddenly disturbed.

Maybe Dumbledore didn't expect his savior to be so single-minded?

Quirrell let out a low laugh and there is a sense of pride in the laughter.

It seems that he is quite satisfied with his past disguise.

"Wrong, Potter! I was the one trying to kill you the day at the Quidditch pitch, when your friends set Snape's robes on fire, causing a riot in the stands."

"The frantic people knocked me down, interrupting my spellcasting. Unfortunate since if I had a few more seconds, I'd have you fall off that damned broom."

"Even if Snape was using a counter-curse to help you!"

Quirrell's last words were like a bolt of lightning to Harry.

He said in disbelief: "You said Snape was trying to save me?"

"Of course, why do you think Snape himself became the referee in the second Quidditch match? He hates riding a broomstick!."

"Everyone thought Snape didn't want Gryffindor to win, including you."

"But he was just afraid that I would curse you again, in fact, he was worried for nothing, because with Dumbledore on the scene, I can't do anything."

"But Snape managed to get everyone's distaste, including the professors, oh that's so wonderful."

Hearing Quirrell explain, Harry's mind went back to what Lucas had said.

"Some people look like bad guys, but they have a delicate heart, while some people look harmless to humans and animals, but they are murderous demons behind their backs."

Isn't this sentence referring to Snape and Quirrell?

Could it be that Lucas already knew there was a problem between the two?

Not giving time for Harry to think about it, Quirrell just snapped his fingers lightly and a few strong ropes tied him up.

He dragged Harry to the Mirror of Erised, obsessively looking at the picture in the mirror.

"I saw from it that I got the Philosopher's Stone, and I dedicated it to my master. I clearly saw that it was inside, but I couldn't get it. Do I have to smash the mirror?"

"Master?" Harry got to the point.

"That's right, I have a powerful master. I often blame myself because I can't complete the tasks assigned by my master, and I even hide in places where no one is there and cry."

"You're not crying because Snape is bullying you?"

"Of course not, Snape is smart, he's been suspicious of me since the Halloween troll broke in."

"You put the troll in the school?"

Mentioning the troll, Quirrell's expression became very smug.

But there is no time to show off.

He frowned, it seemed that his master was in a hurry.

Quirrell dragged Harry in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Tell me what you see, Potter!"

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Neither Quirrell nor Voldemort made a sound.

Lucas, who was still hiding beside him, was waiting for Harry.

Lucas knows how to get the Philosopher's Stone.

As long as you want to find it, but don't want to use it, the Philosopher's Stone will naturally appear in that person's hands.

However, Lucas couldn't do it. And he didn't know what magic Dumbledore had cast on the Stone and the Mirror of Erised.

So it's better to just wait for Harry to get it.

That's why he was willing to endure the two chattering for so long.

Because of where Lucas is, just in place to see Harry's expression.

So when Harry suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his trouser pocket from the corner of the eye, Lucas knew that the Philosopher's Stone had appeared.

'Merlin, it's finally coming to an end, my Philosopher's Stone, my diamond lottery, my precious! It's finally coming!'

Just when Lucas was about to take it, he suddenly heard Harry say to Quirrell: "Before I answer you, I have a question."

"You said Snape wanted to protect me, but why do I feel like he hates me so much!"

Quirrell's expression became visibly impatient.

"Of course he hates you. Your father was in the same year as Snape, and he always bullied Snape. Because of that Snape hates him to death and you look just like your father!"

"Okay Potter, I've answered your question, tell me what you saw?"

Harry stared at the Mirror of Erised and said, "I see myself winning the House Cup!"

"He's lying!"

A low, hoarse voice echoed in the room and Quirrell seemed terrified of the owner of the voice.

He changed back to his previous submissive look.

"Let me tell him!"

"But master, your strength has not recovered yet!"

"It doesn't matter, I'm strong enough for this!"

Quirrell followed Voldemort's instructions and untied the turban on his head.

A human face appeared on the back of his head.

Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and looked at Harry in the mirror.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

Harry clutched the lightning scar on his forehead and his vision blurred by the severe pain.

"Harry Potter, look at me now, there is only a little remnant left, I can only survive by sucking the blood of unicorns, and I have to share a body with others."

"And this is all thanks to you, so I must get the Philosopher's stone, so that I can create another body, now give me the stone that's in your pocket!"

Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone and held it tightly in his hand.

"Don't think about it!"

"Go! Catch him!"

Quirrell immediately stepped forward and grabbed Harry's wrist.

Harry suddenly felt a pain in the head as if being cut by a sharp axe.

He screamed and struggled, and slapped Quirrell indiscriminately.

He suddenly felt that Quirrell let him go, so Harry opened his eyes and saw Quirrell howling in pain.

His fingers seemed to have been scalded by boiling water, and they were covered with blisters.

"Go! Kill him!"

Voldemort's voice came again and Quirrell stepped forward, enduring the excruciating pain he grabbed Harry's neck with both hands, trying to strangle him to death.

Harry's lungs are getting less and less breath while his eyes are also getting blurrier.

He knew that if he went on like this, he would definitely die.

Just before Harry was about to pass out, Quirrell let go of his neck with a scream.

Looking at Quirrell's red hands. Lucas, who was hiding aside, looked solemn.

The magic that Lily Potter sacrificed her life for was really powerful.

It wasn't just that Voldemort couldn't do harm to Harry, but even the person he possesses is the same.

Lucas just doesn't know what the name of this magic is.

There is no magic that has the same effect as this kind of magic among the magic known to the public.

He guessed that this magic traded life for protection, which seemed great.

But the category should be attributed to the list of dark magic.

So here comes the problem.

Lily Potter, a Muggle-born witch, how did she learn such a powerful and suspected lost dark magic?

Lucas frowned, glancing around the corner.

Was it Dumbledore?

Or the Potter family's own collection?

At this time the exasperated Voldemort had run out of patience.

He yelled at Quirrell, "Use a spell, idiot, and kill him!"

Quirinus pulled out a wand that he got from his pocket, and looked fiercely at Harry: "Avada..."

"Expelliarmus!"

In the nick of time, a disarming spell flew out from the side.

Harry, who thought he was going to die, immediately looked to where the voice came from.

And Quirrell, the moment he saw the Disarming Charm, dodged to the side.

It seemed that after the fight in the Forbidden Forest, both he and Voldemort were now under the shadow of the Disarming Charm.

Harry was surprised to see Lucas who lifted the Disillusionment Charm.

"Thank goodness, Lucas, you came just in time."

"The game is over, thank you for your hard work, Harry, leave it to me!"

Lucas stood in front of Harry with his wand in hand.

Seeing Quirrell's wary eyes, he warned him with a smile: "Professor Quirrell, you better be careful, I won't hold back today."

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