"I saw the Philosopher's Stone...I'm giving it to my master...but where is it hiding?"

Quirot turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily inside the mirror.

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was getting tighter and tighter.

Heran nodded, not sure why Dumbledore didn't take action. If this situation continues, even if Quirrell does not take action, Harry will be suffocated to death.

This...for the Savior, it is probably the most depressing way to die?

However, Dumbledore was still as stable as Mount Tai and had no intention of stopping it.

It was probably to let Harry experience the feeling of dying, and then turn the tide like a god coming to the world - this is what he has always done, such as the showdown with Grindelwald in 1945.

Dumbledore was obviously quite good at winning the admiration of the world.

He shrugged indifferently, and Hera stood quietly with his hands in his arms. Anyway, Dumbledore was waiting for the sky when it collapsed. If Harry really died, then...

Then run away. At worst, you can go to North America. Anyway, Voldemort is just an "English village chief". Can he still manage North America?

That English magic, kill me North American wizard?

What a big stand!

But Harry was obviously not as stupid as Hera imagined, and at least he knew that he had to do something right now.

If he doesn't do anything, he will be strangled to death!

"But Snape always seems to hate me so much."

"Oh, he really hates you." Qilu said casually, "Oh my God, of course he hates you. You don't know that he was studying at Hogwarts with your father, right? They both hated each other and were irreconcilable. But he never wanted you to die."

Hera curled his lips and found a comfortable position to lean against the wall. The cold underground made him feel a little cold. It was July weather and he only wore a pair of underwear in his cloak.

"But a few days ago I heard you crying-I thought Snape was threatening you..."

A tremor of fear flashed across Kilow's face for the first time tonight.

Hera was so bored that she wanted to yawn. Although she had snatched in the corridor for a while, her sleep quality was still not good enough. She was not as comfortable as the super soft bed in his office.

"Sometimes," said Quirrell, "I find it difficult to follow the orders of my master—he is a great wizard, and my power is so weak-"

Harry was so surprised that his jaw was almost falling off, and he even forgot to struggle, but thanks to this, the rope that wrapped around him did not continue to tighten, "Are you saying that he was the one who was with you in the classroom at that time?"

"He's with me wherever I go," Quirrell said calmly. "I met him while traveling the world, and I was a fool at that time..."

Hearing Kilow's words, if it weren't for the current environment, Hera would have wanted to lift up his cloak handsomely, block half of his face, and said coldly like a villain, "Yes, I'm a rebellious boy. I told the great Professor Dumbledore early on."

Just as Hera was looking forward to it, he felt that there was a strong arm on his chest - Dumbledore stopped him.

Hera rolled his eyes and complained, "I just thought about it casually, why are you so excited?"

Kilow's voice gradually became so low that it could not be heard. Harry stopped talking, as if he was in deep thought, probably regretting that he had not noticed Kilow's abnormality?

But based on his IQ, did he not realize that it was reasonable?

Quirrell's attention was placed on the Eris Mirror again. He circled around the Mirror several times, lowering his voice and cursing.

"I really don't understand... Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?"

The corners of Hera's mouth began to twitch wildly again. If Dumbledore's hand had not stopped him, he would have wanted to take out his wand and say "Avada gnaws on the big melon" to Chilo. That would be the Eris Magic Mirror!!!

Why don’t you know how to manage your family?

I really don’t dominate the family, I don’t know how expensive it is!

Bang!

Harry fell to the ground like a caterpillar, but no one cared about it. Quirrell still looked nervous and said to himself: "What's going on with this mirror? What's the function of it? Help me, master!"

Then, in the horror of the three (not) the two, another voice came out of Quirrell's body and answered.

"Use that boy...Use that boy..."

A wizard as powerful as Voldemort could not escape the fate of a reproducer.

Hera pursed her lips and her head drooped, and she didn't even dare to look directly at Voldemort, for fear that Voldemort would discover his existence.

After hearing Voldemort's voice, Quirrell turned to Harry, "Okay - Potter - come here."

He patted his hands gently, and the ropes tied to Harry automatically loosened, and Harry slowly stood up.

To be honest, Hera is quite puzzled. What did Harry do when he stands up?

Go to die gloriously?

Can't you hurry up and hide behind the cover with a sliding shovel?

Oh, there is no cover, then forget it.

It's pretty good to die while standing. At least the corpse is still straight and will not cause trouble to others when buried.

"Come here," Kilow said again, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you saw."

Harry walked towards him stupidly.

Hera could clearly feel that the aura around him had changed a little, but probably only he could perceive that was close to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, he was anxious.

Harry stood in front of the mirror and looked in the mirror. Kilo came close behind him, and his turban was facing Hera's direction.

Hera closed her eyes, tried to calm her breathing and tried to think about something happy.

The nearly three thousand golds that I just earned some time ago, and the rich life I am about to gain...

But the harder he tried to empty his mind, the harder it was to move his attention away from the scene in front of him.

Then Hera heard a chuckle, and was unaware of it.

It's Dumbledore.

Has his plan succeeded?

Hera didn't dare to open his eyes and just pricked up his ears and listened hard.

"How is it?" Kilow asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry mustered up his courage.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I-I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

Well, he was just talking nonsense, and it was obvious that everyone present could hear it.

Quirrell started to curse again.

"Get out of here!" he said.

Harry retreated aside, but his breath was so refreshing that he probably didn't notice it.

Voldemort's sharp voice sounded...
Chapter completed!