"What happened to Draco? Even Harry and the others couldn't stop him?"

Brian sighed silently with his forehead covered.

"Okay, at least I have the right evaluation of Draco. It's hard for him to do anything, especially when he is against the Saviors..." Brian had to comfort himself like this, at least he had a good idea of ​​knowing people.

He looked at Quirreau looking up from his knees and begging, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he had to tell himself to adapt.

Brian felt a little angry for the first time, not targeting Harry or Malfoy, but targeting himself. He was very dissatisfied with himself.

"I hate this kind of out-of-control situation the most." Brian's handsome face turned slightly gloomy. "My performance this year has failed, and I will learn from it in the future."

"You! Professor Quirrell? Oh, no... Neville..." Harry looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief, and he was so shocked that he could not breathe. He also saw Neville and Justin lying on the ground without any anger, thinking they were dead.

Quirrell stood up, his eyes fixed on Harry, ecstasy.

"He might be able to find the Philosopher's Stone so that I don't have to be punished by my master," he thought.

"Harry Potter, I didn't expect you to send yourself to me stupidly." Quirrell showed a terrifying grin and his tone slowed down, "How touching..."

"You amused me, Harry Potter."

Quirrell waved his wand lightly, and several ropes rushed over out of thin air, tied Harry tightly.

"How could it be you... I thought it was Snape..." Harry fell to the ground and watched Kilow approach slowly, and he said in a panic. This was really incredible. He could not believe this scene and began to suspect that the person in front of him was transformed by Snape.

"Snape does not look like a good person," Kilowe sneered and lifted Harry up from the ground. He said coldly, "Every day, it's like a giant bat flying around, always thinking about bad things about me."

"When Quidditch was playing, he tried to chant a countercurse and save you from my hands. He was always suspicious and scaring me, trying to find evidence from me, and trying to stop me during Halloween. It's a pity that the dog didn't bit him to death on the spot."

"Of course, with him in front of him, who would doubt the poor Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell was a little proud and thought he had beaten Snape.

"I will find the Philosopher's Stone for my master, and he will soon make a comeback and become the king of the wizarding world again!"

Killo carried the rope on Harry and placed him in front of the Eris Mirror.

"Look in the mirror, Potter." Kilowe said softly, "Tell me what you saw?"

Harry stared at Eris's mirror. He saw himself in the mirror, showing a relaxed and happy smile. Navigh was safe and stood on his left. So did Ron and Hermione, gathering around him and smiling happily.

Harry looked sad, and he thought Neville was dead. Yes, who could escape from Voldemort's servant?

At this moment, he wanted to make Neville and Ron safer, and this thought overwhelmed his desire to find the Philosopher's Stone.

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

Harry was immersed in the grief, and he didn't even want to make up any lies. He said in a low voice: "I saw that my friends and I were safe and sound, and I was very happy..."

Quirrell swears and kicks Harry away.

He whimpered in a low voice: "Master, I can't find it... Sorry, I can't do it..."

"It's good to be able to solve Harry Potter... Let me come out, I'll talk to him face to face..." A sharp voice came from Quirrell, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

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

"I still have this strength..."

Quirot raised his hand and untied the large purple scarf on his head.

The scarf fell down, and Bichlo always had a big scarf, his naked head looked surprisingly small and had no hair on his head.

Brian was facing the back of Qiluo's head at this time and saw the hideous and terrifying face above: his face was pale and dull, his eyes were full of red vertical pupils, and he had a slight glow. He had no nose, but only two slender nostrils that looked like snakes.

Brian looked away, but felt that Voldemort seemed to look at his place.

Then, Quirrell turned around and pointed Voldemort's face at Harry.

Harry turned pale and fell to the ground, trying hard to break free from the ropes.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort ignored Harry's struggle and said in a whisper, "Look at what I became, only shadows and steam are left... Only when you share a body with others can you have a body..."

Harry gasped, and he struggled on the ground.

Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry, but his expression was a little pleasant. Although he could not get the Philosopher's Stone, he obviously wanted to have a good talk with the boy who made him like this before killing Harry Potter and appreciate his desperate expression.

"Ah, people say you are my nemesis..." Voldemort whispered, "I killed your parents, and your father wanted to stop me..."

"And your mother, of course, she wouldn't have to die." Voldemort whispered, "She knelt on the ground and begged me to spare you, she stood in front of you..."

Harry stared at him viciously, gritted his teeth and bit his lips and bleed.

"Ah, the result is surprising. When I tried to kill you, the spell bounced on me..." Voldemort continued, "But I haven't found something special about you for a whole year..."

"Mediocre, arrogant, reckless, not smart enough, it's useless..." Voldemort pondered, "How did such a mediocre idiot defeat the Dark Lord?"

"But I don't have to look for the answer. You can't live tonight."

Harry rubbed the rope on his body on the ground, and his wrists were grinding blood, fortunately his hands could move. He gasped and tried his best to move backwards.

"Yes, I like your expression now...but you should be a little more desperate." Voldemort said hoarsely, "It's better to kneel on the ground and pray to me to spare your life!"

Harry yelled, "Go to your daydream, I won't beg you for mercy even if I die!"

"Whatever you do." The Dark King lost his interest, and he ordered Qiluo coldly, "Go and catch him! Don't use the life-seeking curse, he has something weird..."

Quirrell walked towards Harry, tugging Harry's collar and raising the wand in his hand.

Harry's mind was blank, and at this moment, a sentence came out of his mind:

"When you are desperate, please embrace your enemies."

Without hesitation, he directly crashed into Qilu's arms.

His face was pressed against Kiro's exposed neck, and the scar on his forehead hurt as if it had been cut open. He felt his head seemed to be cracking in half.

"No...master...I can't catch him...ah--"

Quirrell screamed in pain, and ferocious bubbles appeared on his neck. He tried his best to pull Harry off his body. Harry realized that this was his only chance to survive. He used his movable hands to pull Quirrell's robe and arms tightly, and never let go of his life.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Voldemort screamed sharply.

Harry's scar hurt so much that he didn't know how long he could last. When he realized that Quirrell was about to throw him away, he bit Quirrell's neck hard under the will to survive.

Blood seemed to splatter into his mouth, but he couldn't feel anything.

"Ah! Ah! Ah—" Kiro's howling voice gradually became hoarse.

The world seemed to be moving away from him, gradually becoming dark, with only severe pain left, as well as the miserable howling of Kiro and Voldemort's sharp roar...

Brian watched this scene quietly, with a calm and calm expression, as if he was tasting a movie worthy of savoring.

He saw Harry fainting, but Quirrell did not die immediately. He struggled and howled on the ground, with hideous bubbles appearing on his face and neck, and then they burst, becoming corrupt and disgusting.

Kiro rolled on the ground, and the flesh and blood on his face fell down one by one.

Brian pursed his lips and stopped watching the hideous and disgusting scene.

But just as he was about to look away, Kilow stopped struggling and he stood up.

No, it shouldn't be Quirrell.
Chapter completed!