Confrontation Again

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone and I am offering it to my master but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free of the ropes that bound him, but they were getting tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing his full attention on the magic mirror.

"I don't understand if the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the mirror. Should I break the mirror?" Quirrell tapped the mirror impatiently after several unsuccessful attempts.

"What's up with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, Master!" Harry was horrified to hear a voice that seemed to come from Quirrell himself. "Take advantage of that boy, take advantage of that boy," Quirrell turned to Harry. "Okay—Potter—come here."

A hint of surprise appeared on Augustus' calm face. This voice seemed to be the person he met in the Forbidden Forest. In this way, that person's complex aura can be explained, if there is no wrong guess.

He clapped his hands again, and the ropes that bound Harry automatically loosened. Harry stood up slowly. "Come here," Quirrell said again. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him.

"I've got to lie to him," he thought desperately. "I've got to look in the mirror and make up a lie to deceive him, and that's it."

Quirrell leaned behind him. Harry smelled a strange smell that seemed to come from the scarf on Quirrell's head. He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and opened his eyes.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket - at this moment, Harry felt that a heavy object had fallen into him. pocket. It's incredible - he got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Augustus stared at Harry's pocket. Under the action of the eye of detection, an item exuding a huge magical source fell into Harry's pocket. It seems that everything was arranged by Dumbledore. , even if he didn't follow Harry and the three of them here, Harry would be able to get the Philosopher's Stone in the end, which was both an adventurous test and a perfect test for them. I have to say that for Harry, Dumbledore tried his best.

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently. "What did you see?"

Harry mustered his courage.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he said scrambling. "I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

"He's lying, he's lying"

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"

The shrill voice spoke righteously.

"Let me talk to him face to face"

"Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"I still have the strength"

Harry wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound. In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face that Harry had never seen before. The color of the face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and below it was two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

A look of pity flashed in Augustus' eyes. It seemed that his speculation was correct. Voldemort today is just an abnormal existence that lives on others by enduring the curse to absorb the blood of unicorns. A former legend, such a humble way of existence is more difficult to accept than death.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs didn't respond.

"Look what I've become!" said the face, "there are only shadows and vapors left. I can only have form when I share a body with others, but there are always people who will let me into their hearts. And mind over the past few weeks, unicorn blood has given me some stamina that day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest once I got the elixir I was able to recreate one of my own Why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket when you're healthy?"

Turns out he knew! Harry's legs suddenly felt again. He staggered back.

"Don't be stupid," said the face savagely. "Better save your own life and take refuge in me, or you'll end up just like your parents who begged me for mercy before they died."

"Lie!" Harry exclaimed sharply.

Quirrell stepped back toward him, allowing Voldemort to still keep his eye on him. Now there was a grin on that wicked face.

"How touching," he said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired courage. Yes, child, your parents were brave. I killed your father first, but he would rather die than give in and fight me bravely. Your mother is You don't need to die, she's trying her best to protect you, give me the Philosopher's Stone, don't let your mother kill herself for you."

"Don't think about it!" Harry struggled to run to the black door behind.

"This is the end of it all. The next time, it's time to continue our unfinished magical communication last time." After canceling the fade, Augustus' slender figure slowly appeared in the room, a blazing heat with an icy aura. Instantly enveloped the entire room.

"It's you?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed a hint of surprise, "I can't understand why a Slytherin would be so interested in Gryffindor, but unfortunately your magical talent ended up being Dumbledore's. hitman."

Augustus smiled nonchalantly, "No matter what, whether it is used as a tool for others or not, as long as you follow your own heart, follow your feelings, and make all decisions, you must finally go to the Magic Avenue step by step. The stone under my feet, freedom, casualness, don't need to think too much, this is the way I pursue."

"Wonderful!" There was a smile on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and he clapped his hands. "At such an age, he has already made clear his way. Such comprehension is amazing, not to mention the talent of magic, whether one can become the most legendary person. The fundamental condition is to walk on a path that no one else has ever traveled. In you, I have seen the shadow of the legend in the future. As a senior of Slytherin, I wish you an early step on the legendary avenue. "

Augustus's silver pupils flashed approval. The legend of the year in front of him was very comparable to him. As an opponent alone, he had surpassed most legendary mages in other worlds.

"Go ahead, I hope we can have a good time this time." Augustus took out his silver wand, and the hot and cold air in the room suddenly intertwined violently. Bits of light flickered brightly or dimly beside Augustus, and a depressing atmosphere slowly enveloped the entire room.

The war is imminent.