Entering the last room in the restricted area, Harry saw Snape standing alone in front of a mirror, his breathing quickened.
Harry screamed in his heart... He guessed correctly, Snape was stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, he was right!
But why don't Professor McGonagall and Rolf trust him and his keen intuition?
Snape turned around and stared at Harry with a dull expression.
"Potter...why are you here..."
"Your stealing of the Philosopher's Stone has been exposed! Stop it, Snape, there are Aurors outside!" Harry shouted with bravado.
"Auror..." Snape's dull expression finally changed and became frightened.
Harry was very relieved. Snape would usually look at him with three parts sneer, three parts disdain and four parts disgust on his lips.
Now that I was caught by him, I finally couldn't maintain that hateful look of "looking at an idiot".
This change in mood made Harry feel good. What could be more wonderful than personally sending the annoying teacher to Azkaban?
At this moment, Harry felt that he was sure of victory, especially when Professor Quirrell walked in, he felt even more confident.
Snape seemed to want to raise his wand, but Quirrell was faster. He raised his wand, and a rope appeared out of thin air and wrapped tightly around Snape.
Snape fell to the ground and dropped his wand. Harry stepped forward, kicked the wand away, punched him in the face, and kicked him twice.
"Help You-Know-Who steal the Philosopher's Stone...you damn guy...despicable thing...the wizards who help You-Know-Who are all beasts..." Harry cursed.
"Okay... Harry... stop scolding..." Quirrell stuttered, always feeling a little uncomfortable, and he whispered:
"We'd better find the Philosopher's Stone before Snape steals it..."
When Harry heard this, he quickly got up and searched for the Philosopher's Stone in the room, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
He suddenly looked in front of the big mirror in the room and whispered:
"Professor Quirrell, this is the Mirror of Erised. I heard Professor Dumbledore mention it...it can reveal what is in your heart."
Harry thought quickly, and for a moment his mind was filled with happiness, and he suddenly said:
"If I think about finding the Philosopher's Stone in my heart, and then look at the magic mirror, I can see myself finding the Philosopher's Stone in the magic mirror...can I know where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden?!"
After Harry finished speaking, without waiting for Quirrell's answer, he walked to the mirror. He saw a strange picture in the mirror:
He reached into his pocket and took out a tarnished dark red stone...
At this moment, Harry felt something appear in his pocket out of thin air, as heavy as a stone!
Harry dug into his pocket and said with great surprise: "I found the Sorcerer's Stone, Professor Quirrell."
Quirrell looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at the stone in his hand. He swallowed and said with a trembling voice: "Give me...Harry..."
Harry hesitated.
"Leave it to me... hurry up... Harry, it's not safe for you to hold it, I'm a professor." Quirrell urged.
He strode over and stretched out his right hand. Harry also let go of his hand, and the Philosopher's Stone fell into Quirrell's hand. Quirrell held up the Philosopher's Stone and looked at the stone obsessively, which made Harry a little scared.
"Professor, what's wrong with you?"
"Not much, just happy." Quirrell took back his hand and laughed loudly: "Harry Potter, you really helped me a lot...I thank you!"
Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering, no longer looked timid as before, and became full of energy.
"Professor Quirrell...you..." Harry looked a little scared when he looked at Quirrell. He began to stutter, swallowed and said, "Shall we send the Philosopher's Stone to the principal's office now?"
"Child, what are you being stupid about?" Quirrell said with a bright smile: "I got the Sorcerer's Stone, why would I give it back to Dumbledore?"
Harry's heart suddenly rose to his throat. His body, which had just relaxed slightly, became tense again, and his heartstrings were even more so.
Under Harry's puzzled gaze, Quirrell said word by word with a ferocious expression:
"I have been working hard to steal the Sorcerer's Stone! Whether it's going to Gringotts to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, or letting the trolls in on Halloween..."
Harry felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He no longer felt any joy. His hands and feet were even a little cold, and he said in disbelief:
"Snape is your accomplice?!"
"Accomplice? Harry, you are so cute and stupid. I like you more and more." Quirrell couldn't help laughing and said: "The little wizard is only cute because he is stupid, right? Scamander is very lovable.
People are disgusting.”
The sarcastic smile on Quirrell's face slowly disappeared. He stared at Harry and said in a cold voice:
"Snape is not my accomplice. He has always suspected me and threatened me... Actually, how can he scare me? I have the Dark Lord as my backer, he is such a fool."
"Then what is Snape doing here?" Harry looked at Snape lying on the ground in disbelief.
Quirrell seemed like a victor, full of patience. He explained softly:
"Harry, he is not Snape, he is your friend Malfoy. I gave him Polyjuice Potion... That night, I fought with Snape and grabbed some of his hair... Hehe,
Unexpected?
Snape didn't expect that either!"
"Why are you doing this?!" Harry lost his voice.
"Why? It's all Scamander's fault!"
Quirrell's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he growled:
"He met me in Albania... He must have told Dumbledore to make the principal wary of me... Otherwise, why did so many students attack me and Dumbledore didn't care?
I should have killed Scamander beforehand!"
Quirrell narrowed his eyes and said with murderous intent: "Now that Dumbledore is aware, Master has a new plan."
"He left my body and asked me to untie my scarf to let everyone know that I was not abnormal. Then he pinned the charge of stealing the Sorcerer's Stone on Snape..."
"And you, Po Te! are the best witness!!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Am I a witness?" Harry looked confused.
"Yes." Quirrell chuckled softly: "Harry, it was you who inspired me. You are too nosy and self-righteous. You always thought that Snape was harming you, and you kept encouraging me..."
Harry swallowed, a look of pain on his face.
"Even if you don't come today, I will go find you and tell you that Snape is stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, and induce you to come to the restricted area and witness Malfoy who has become Snape appear here."
"You are the best witness to identify Snape. You are the Boy Who Lived, and Snape has a criminal record. The Ministry of Magic will believe you..."
Quirrell grinned and said: "In this way, I will clear my suspicions, avoid Dumbledore's suspicion, and steal the Sorcerer's Stone again, and no one will suspect the stammering Quirrell."
"But I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative... and you also helped me find the magic stone. I just couldn't find it after searching for a long time. It's a double happiness..."
"But I know everything now," Harry shouted.
"It doesn't matter. Master's memory spell is very good. I will just modify your memory. Although there is a risk, there is a possibility that Dumbledore will discover the problem..." Quirrell shook his head and said:
"But I have already obtained the Philosopher's Stone. Don't plans change anytime and anywhere?"
"Don't even think about it!" Harry rushed towards Quirrell, but was tied tightly by a rope.
"Don't worry, Malfoy will die here soon. Lucius's son is dead, and he will definitely force the Ministry of Magic to investigate the matter." Quirrell showed a proud smile:
"You passed out here, and when you woke up, you were the only witness to accuse Snape of killing Malfoy and being the villain who stole the Philosopher's Stone.
No one will doubt your word... Harry!"
"And I will continue to lurk in the school as a professor, and no one will doubt that the stammering Quirrell did all these things." Quirrell opened his arms and said:
"Harry, be happy...I will still be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next school year. We both have a bright future."
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(Thanks to "Book Friends", "Joker You", and "Wu Tai" for their tips.)
