The gilt frame is supported by two claw-like feet, and the height almost touches the ceiling.
——The Mirror of Erised.
Quirrell rubbed his hands and walked around the mirror, "Are you sure Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in it?"
Anton slowly walked in from the door. He didn't know when he put on a loose wizard robe. A huge hood covered his head, and a metallic mask was vaguely exposed from the hood.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
Quirrell looked at Anton in shock, "Why are you dressed like this?"
Anton ignored him, leaned against the wall next to the entrance, crossed his arms and looked at him coldly.
"It's ridiculous to hide your head and show your tail!" Quirrell sneered, "The Dark Lord is about to be resurrected. We will not need any disguise. We will walk in front of everyone with our heads held high and let everyone be afraid of us."
hehe.
Yeah?
With Voldemort's strength, how dare his Death Eaters do this?
None of them are hiding their heads and showing their tails.
"Tell me quickly, how to crack this mirror. I want to take out the magic stone from it and give it to the master." Quirrell knocked on the mirror with his hand and groped on the frame.
"How do I know?" Anton's dull voice came from the mask, "You are a professor officially hired by Dumbledore. You are from Ravenclaw. You are knowledgeable and have solid theories. You ask me?"
Quirrell took it as a compliment and happily tapped and touched the mirror here and there, "Yes, just rely on me. What do you know?"
Voldemort sneered.
Anton said this to Voldemort.
You always talk about how powerful you are, but now Dumbledore's mirror is here, can you crack it and show it to me?
You wouldn't say you have nothing to do, right?
As luck would have it, Lao Fu really had no choice.
So he kept quiet in a very obscene manner, creating a sense of mystery. However, the anxious aura of soul fluctuations could not be hidden from Anton.
At this moment, there was a sound outside the flames of the door.
"You go rescue Ron... grab two broomsticks from the room with the flying keys... go directly to the owl hut and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore. We need him to rescue us. Maybe I can temporarily
Contain Snape..."
"But Harry...what if You-Know-Who is with him?"
"I had a chance to escape once before, remember?... I might be able to turn disaster into good fortune."
"Ha~ha!" Quirrell smiled, "Harry Potter?"
"What luck, the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter, everything came together."
Then, Harry walked in, and Quirrell began to tell Harry about all the bad things he had done at Hogwarts.
As far as one theme is concerned, Snape is a good guy and I am the bad guy.
Understand? The bad guy, me!
Anton rolled his eyes speechlessly. How stupid was he to put all the blame on himself and try his best to clear Snape's name when everything was not yet settled?
Do you really think that Dumbledore was tricked into going to London by a letter, and it will take a long time to come back, just chatting here?
Sure enough, the villain dies because he talks too much.
Forget it, just talk if you like, you're going to die anyway.
Although Anton could not see Dumbledore, he knew very well that Dumbledore did not go to London at all.
Right in school, not going anywhere. And most likely, right next to me.
There is no need for any precise prediction, it has been agreed with Lao Deng a long time ago.
Lao Deng arranged this game carefully, just to see how the prophecy said Harry Potter would kill Voldemort, and whether he could completely eliminate Voldemort.
If not, we should take the opportunity to observe what is going on with Voldemort and why he cannot be killed.
This is outrageous. Dumbledore is extremely proud and boasts that there are few people in the world who can compare with him. Why can't he kill just one person?
Snapped.
Quirrell snapped his fingers handsomely.
Countless ropes tied Harry up and pulled him in front of the mirror.
"Look for me quickly. I saw the Philosopher's Stone. I am dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"
Then Quirrell began to babble again about how he was afraid of his master, how he was persuaded by his master, and how he brought his master to Hogwarts.
Finally, Voldemort couldn't stand it anymore and screamed from inside his hat, "Use that boy!"
Quirrell quickly looked back and stared at Anton.
"Idiot, you are taking advantage of Harry Potter!"
"Oh." Quirrell quickly pulled Harry to the mirror, "Quick, take a good look."
Harry looked at the mirror blankly, then quietly touched his pants pocket, where there was a big bulge. Then he swallowed and followed Quirrell blankly, saying that he found nothing.
Snapped!
Quirrell pushed him and started to think about it for himself.
To be honest, Anton can hardly stand it anymore.
With this IQ, sigh, destroy it quickly!
Finally, Lao Fu asked Quirrell to take off his turban and take care of it himself.
Then Harry turned around and ran away. Quirrell went to grab him, but his palms seemed to be burned and there were a lot of blisters.
Then, Quirrell threw Harry down and choked him, shivering in pain, "Master, I can't hold him, my hand..."
Voldemort couldn't stand it any longer, "Idiot, use a spell!"
Oh, Quirrell finally realized that he was a wizard. He hurriedly pulled out the wand in the wizard's robe. Then Harry touched his face. Quirrell rolled over in pain. Harry realized and grabbed
Hold his bare arm.
Quirrell screamed in pain, and Voldemort screamed for Quirrell to kill Harry.
Everything was like an absurd, funny and clumsy drama. Anton curled his lips and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Flying dragon riding on the face, dear, do you know what flying dragon riding on the face is?
Isn't it funny that you, a very capable professor, let such a first-year wizard use close-range touching to bring him to his death?
Where is your wandless cord for silent spells?
Anton suddenly didn't want to kill Quirrell. This guy looked like he was here to make fun of him. Choosing such a person as his opponent would make him look very out of character.
Anyway, I'm speechless.
Anton could bear it, but Dumbledore couldn't.
Quirrell has already grabbed his wand with great effort. In the eyes of wizards, this is equivalent to a Muggle grabbing a gun. Life or death can depend on it in an instant.
Lao Deng quickly appeared and blasted Quirrell into the sky with a magic spell.
Harry Potter was also stunned.
Snapped!
Quirrell was stuck on the wall, and his whole body suddenly became charred black, as if cracks in magma appeared on his body. "I..." He stared at the cracks on his body blankly, looked at his hands, and finally turned into a shrill scream.
Turn into ashes and disappear into smoke.
Anton looked at all this curiously. He didn't know whether this was Lily's blood curse's counterattack against Quirrell's temporary Horcrux, or whether Dumbledore had roasted Quirrell.
It's possible!
At this moment, Dumbledore's face looked so cold that he didn't look like a good person.