Hero！

Tewell satisfactorily rolled up the parchment.

In fact, he had been in the office all along, whether it was to meet Quirrell or to cause a commotion in the Forbidden Forest; he had used decoys he created to do the tasks for him.

With more than enough evidence of his absence, he naturally waited for the kind-hearted Quirrell to help him obtain the Magic Stones!

After casting an illusion spell on himself, Tewell leisurely left the office and headed to the fourth floor.

When he reached the corridor, Quirrell's harp had already stopped playing, and the three-headed dog was approaching him with its keen sense of smell.

This wouldn't do—what if Harry and the others arrived?

Waving his wand, he made the harp continue playing music. At least it would play until tomorrow night, enough to let the three-headed dog have a good sleep.

After doing all this, the trio, cloaked in invisibility, hurriedly arrived.

Perfect timing—Tewell was also interested in experiencing what it was like to be a bystander.

At the beginning of the semester, Tewell had thought Harry and Ron's academic performance belonged to the category of below average.

But after half a year of teaching, he realized this was a mistaken impression.

The two simply disliked pre-reading and rarely reviewed theoretical content after class.

However, they were attentive in class and took notes seriously. Of course, their grades couldn't compare to Hermione's excellence, but Harry could be considered above average.

Ron was slightly worse, but it couldn't be said he was very poor—somewhere between Exceeds Expectations and Acceptable.

Moreover, in practical situations, all three of them played varying roles when completing the professors' tasks.

Ron's chess game was absolutely brilliant. While ensuring Hermione and Harry's safety, he bravely used himself as bait and successfully defeated the black pieces.

Even if Tewell had intervened personally, he might not have achieved such perfection.

Of course, those chess pieces couldn't harm him.

Then Hermione, with her knowledge and logical reasoning, performed well. However, compared to Ron's contribution, her role was slightly inferior.

Arriving at the last room, Harry tightly gripped the potion for progress and took a deep breath.

"Return to Ron's side and take him out to find Hagrid to deliver the letter to Dumbledore. If you encounter other professors, even Professor Fawley, tell them too, okay?"

"But, are you going to face Snape alone?" Hermione worriedly grabbed Harry's arm. "I shouldn't have agreed to let you come here. Leave the Philosopher's Stone to Snape!"

"How could you think like that?" Harry looked puzzled by Hermione's retreat.

"I... I've been thinking about a question all this time. Why does Snape want to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"For gold, or immortality, right?"

"That's what I thought too, until tonight," Hermione showed an extraordinary shrewdness, "you said Professor Quirrell mentioned the master and relied on unicorn blood to survive. In the wizarding world, who fits this description?"

Harry swallowed and frowned, expressing the vague answer in his heart.

"You mean, Voldemort?"

"Yes, only he would want to get the Philosopher's Stone and then resurrect!"

"But isn't he already dead?"

Hermione shook her head gently. "I don't know, but whether he is or not, I can't let you take this risk!"

Harry, however, smiled lightly.

"If it really is Voldemort, then shouldn't I go and stop him?"

Seeing Harry's firm determination, Hermione found herself unable to dissuade him.

"Well, since you insist on doing this, take this with you." She stuffed two badges into Harry's hand.

"What's this?"

"These are Ron's and my Ironclad Charm badges, as well as your own. Make sure to wear them. Although powerful magic can penetrate the Ironclad Charm, if my understanding is correct, when you're in danger, these three badges will work together, especially Ron's!"

Harry stared blankly at the badge in his hand. "Then why didn't Ron use this badge when he was on the chessboard?"

Hermione blinked, and her eyes instantly moistened.

"He said, only a hero like you deserves to use it."

"When you go back, remember to tell him for me, speak louder," Harry sniffed and said firmly, "he's more of a hero than anyone I've ever met."

Tears streamed down Hermione's face uncontrollably as she hugged Harry tightly.

"And you, you're the bravest person in my heart too, but let's leave that sentence for you to say to him in person!"

After saying this, they didn't linger anymore and went to opposite ends of the room.

Tewell watched from the side, his mouth twitching.

This scene was made out to be like a farewell to life, he really wanted to go up and knock on Hermione's head.

Don't casually set such flags!

However, he didn't expect that his words could be analyzed so deeply by Hermione. She truly deserved to be the wisdom backbone of the trio.

After Harry entered the next room, he quickly sent out an invisible red light, accurately hitting Hermione, causing her to faint directly on the ground.

"I can't let you leave so soon~"

Tewell lifted her onto the table and rearranged flames at the two doorways of the room.

But this time, he used his own fire, enhanced by the fierce flames.

After doing all this, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly walked in.

Although the Philosopher's Stone no longer had the effect of slowing the curse for him, it could help Voldemort's soul in the Horcruxes shape a barely usable body.

The thought of having a Dark Lord as a subordinate excited Tewell.

The same room, but this time the protagonists were Quirrell and Harry.

Oh, and Voldemort.

However, Quirrell seemed very impatient, blurting out crazily.

"—Snape?" He sneered, "That idiot was played around by me and Fawley. Of course, Fawley is an idiot too!"

Harry, wearing the three badges, was fearless.

"I won't allow you to speak ill of Professor Fawley!"

"Hah, I didn't expect him to have a little fanboy," Quirrell sneered, squinting at Harry before turning to the Erised Mirror.

"But he can't come to save you now. On the contrary, if it weren't for his help, I wouldn't have reached here so easily."

"But he said this mirror is where the Philosopher's Stone is stored, but he didn't tell me how to get it."

"I can see the Philosopher's Stone in my hand, but it's inside the mirror."

"Damn it, I didn't get it, and neither will he!"

Quirrell muttered to himself, feeling frantic as he searched on the mirror's surface. His expression became more and more agitated.

According to the plan, he should have obtained the Philosopher's Stone by now, then left Hogwarts through the secret passage, and disappeared with his master!

If this dragged on any longer, Dumbledore might return, let alone Tewell!

"Use that boy..." A faint voice came from his head.

Harry suddenly felt chills all over his body, as if he realized where Voldemort mentioned by Hermione was.

But his body was uncontrollably pulled in front of Quirrell, in front of the mirror.

"Look at the mirror, tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone?!"

Quirrell glared fiercely at Harry, sparks flying from his wand due to his impatience.

"I don't know," Harry felt a sinking feeling in his pocket and his heart sank too. "I... I only saw us winning the House Cup, and Professor Fawley was encouraging me, saying I did well."

"He's lying!" Voldemort suddenly shouted, "The Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket, just kill him!"