Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 134 A Play of Quilo

—It's the MacGuffin! !

"you!"

Harry gasped in astonishment.

"Why are you! Why are you here, McGuffin?"

Looking at Harry's expression, McGuffin knew without thinking what this iron-headed boy was thinking.
It's nothing more than... wow?McGuffin actually became the mastermind behind the scenes! ? ... Oh!It's reversed again! ? ...Didn't expect it?This guy can't be a minion of the Dark Lord... or something like his head was smashed by a shoe.

At this moment, he could indeed understand Snape's helplessness towards Harry.

And as soon as he saw this guy coming alone, McGuffin knew that the note he had left was useless at all, and he came here again with the help of these uncles.

Really speechless, until now, McGuffin hastened to make way for Harry Potter, the iron man, and let this 'uncle' go to embarrass Quirrell.

After McGuffin hid sideways, Harry saw Aunt Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, wearing a large purple scarf.

Harry wasn't surprised by this.

After all, he and Ron Hermione previously deduced that Quirrell and Snape might 'collude'.

— But where are the Snapes?
Harry looked around and found that Professor Quirrell was indeed the only one here.

"Professor Quirrell, where is Snape? Professor Quirrell, you don't have to be afraid of him threatening you, and you don't have to be afraid of Voldemort, Dumbledore will be there soon..."

Harry seemed to be going down the stone steps until he reached the Mirror of Erised. He tried to push Quirrell back, but when he approached, he found something was wrong.

Quirrell was no longer cowering, timid and afraid like before. Now the muscles on his face didn't twitch at all, and there was a chilling light in his eyes, and it seemed that Harry's arrival made him feel very satisfied, with a mockery on his face.

slap-

Hearing Harry's silly words, McGuffin covered his face with his hands.

He really can't stand it anymore.
"How did Harry and the others interpret the note I left... Shouldn't they have missed it? Otherwise, they wouldn't have found this place!"

Quirrell laughed, laughed, delighted at what Harry had said.

"Snape?..."

"Snape?...He threatened me..."" Quirrell repeated, he laughed out loud, and his cold laughter echoed in the entire underground level room with trembling sounds, which was chilling.

"Harry Potter, your imagination is really rich and colorful...Snape? How could he threaten me...He is just a poor fellow who hugged and leaned on Dumbledore's thigh to avoid being imprisoned in Azikaban Prison!..."

"But he really doesn't look like a good person, does he?...Like a big bat looking for the traces I left...Although it's a little troublesome, it's very helpful to us..."

"And you are so arrogant and ignorant to directly associate the honorable name of the master with this coward... Back then the master chose me... chose me to complete this great and glorious task for him..."

"As for Dumbledore... According to the information I gave to the Ministry of Magic, there is enough for him to drink a pot there, and he won't be able to get away for a short time...Harry, don't talk big here..."

Quirrell walked back and forth in front of the magic mirror, babbling illogically, and his behavior was very crazy.

In the eyes of McGuffin, it looks like a villain boss who has set a flag.

According to the situation, Voldemort possessed himself on the back of Quirrell's head, constantly sucking his life and soul, making him unbearable and on the verge of madness.

Quirrell told Harry all the things he had done to Voldemort all the time, including the fact that he cast a spell to murder Harry on the broomstick; why Snape hated Harry because Harry's father, James Potter, had been hostile to each other since he was in school; how he met the greatest dark wizard in history from a silly little wizard...

And Harry opened his mouth wide (⊙o⊙) very cooperatively to express his shock, it's not like some little wizard didn't react at all after knowing all this.

This made Quirrell very satisfied.

In the end, Quirrell glanced at McGuffin, and then said with a sneer, "And you don't seem to be surprised that I'm here at all. It seems that my students have done a lot of tricks behind my back?"

"Your student... Could it be..."

Harry came back to his senses, and turned his head to look at the McGuffin standing motionless in the corridor passage in disbelief.

"That's right, MacGuffin Albert is my student, but he has learned a lot from me?"

"I have never seen such a talented little wizard. It can be said that he is the most talented little wizard I have ever seen. It is a pity that he is a Muggle-born."

"...But whether it's black witchcraft, the learning and control of ancient magic, or the self-study of alchemy, and the learning of various spells of transfiguration can greatly exceed the scope of his grade, and compared to your barren brain, he has already noticed that something is wrong with me, and started to embarrass me."

Quirrell watched Harry's expression gradually dull, with a look of disbelief, very happy, and continued, "It seems that he didn't tell his good friend about these things! Yes, that's right, after all, this little guy has always been a selfish guy... You see, now that I have revealed his true face, he is still almost unrepentant. Sometimes I even feel that the soul in his body is even like an adult dark wizard..."

Hearing this, McGuffin shuddered in his heart, this guy Quirrell will not find anything!
"Compared to you being so meddlesome, he's nothing to do with himself, even though he knew something was wrong with me. He never told anyone..." Quirrell continued to Harry.

Listening to Quirrell's "praising" himself, McGuffin thought of his current situation in his heart, which was very unpleasant, and he was even more sure that he would solve the [Blood Curse] on his body and kill this double-leathered face.

"Even if you are gnashing your teeth at me in your heart, before you have absolute strength to fight me, you still pretend to be a snake with me... You have to learn from this good friend!... After all, you are the boy who survived a catastrophe. This will not save the world of magic. Don't you think so? McGuffin?"

Finally, after finishing speaking, Quirrell made a self-righteous joke, then snapped his fingers, summoned a few ropes out of thin air, jumped out, and tied Harry tightly.

"Okay... don't waste time, I still have to find the Philosopher's Stone for the master... Of course, after finding it, the master will personally accept the gift I gave him - the famous Harry Potter... Your life will be left at that time..."

"Master... Voldemort? You mean Voldemort is here..." Harry shuddered when he heard Quirrell's words, and he stopped staring at McGuffin when he woke up.

"Of course...of course...Master is everywhere, he's always with me, watching me...since I screwed up at Gringotts last time..."

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible, and he ignored Harry's question.

He lay on top of the Mirror of Erised, studying it carefully like a gecko, with a frenzied expression.

McGuffin was afraid that the guy couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it for a while.

……

Seeing Quirrell lying on it, Snape was in no mood to watch it anymore.

He closed his eyes directly, and began to recall the scene he saw just now in his mind.

"... Judging from the fact that Harry was tied up and that McGuffin Albert was fine, this little wizard really has some kind of weird relationship with Quirrell. Maybe he already knew Quirrell's secret, so he was cast [Blood Curse]... Quirrell actually threatened such a first-year little wizard with such a weird and dangerous [Curse]..."

"No, this is unreasonable... Quirrell must have some deeper reason, so he cast the blood curse. In addition to the dangerous black witchcraft [Blood Curse], he also has many safer or risk-free spells to deal with a little wizard who knows his secret."

"Bang! Bang!..."

Snape tapped his forefinger knuckles on the long table while thinking, he temporarily put this incomprehensible question behind him.

"Harry, that idiot, really doesn't have a brain at all. As soon as he entered, he slammed Quirrell's uniform several times and tied it aside. I really don't know what Dumbledore is looking for in him. Does he really regard this ignorant and stupid little guy as the savior? Is it only based on a prophecy?"

"But where is Voldemort? Now is the most critical moment to seize the Sorcerer's Stone. It stands to reason that after Quirrell failed to capture the Sorcerer's Stone at Gringotts last time, Voldemort should have taken it himself this time... Why hasn't there been a trace yet?"

——It's a pity that there is no sound, otherwise it would be clearer what happened inside.

"……boom!"

The knocking stopped, Snape opened his eyes, and he thought it was time.

He pulled a piece of parchment from the left corner of the long table and placed it in front of him.

Picking up his wand in the other hand, the wand instantly transformed into a long quill.

He picked up a pen and wrote on the parchment:

urgent! !Things have begun! ——There has been a change!Come back quickly!

He didn't write much, he knew Dumbledore would understand what he meant.

Although he and Dumbledore agreed to let Harry solve this matter by himself.

——He didn't understand why Dumbledore put Harry at ease to face Quirrell, or the mysterious man.

'Some things you don't quite understand, you'll understand when you see them... Severus! 'Dumbledore explained it to him like this at the time, and showed it to him-this mirror observed every move in the scene below.

This made Snape hold his nose and agree to the old lunatic's approach. He actually regarded the Dark Lord as an adventure toy for a first-year wizard.

But now it's time for Dumbledore to come back! !
Because Snape felt that there were too many things in it that exceeded Dumbledore's and his expectations—why was McGuffin cast [Blood Curse]?What on earth was Quirrell bringing him here for?Where is Voldemort again?These problems may make the whole thing out of their expectations and control at any time, so...

After writing the note, he waved his wand to transform it into a palm-sized mini-envelope, and beckoned to Fawkes, the phoenix, combing golden feathers on a bird stand in the corner of the room.

This phoenix was specially left in the office by Dumbledore, just in case.

—Snape could send a message to Dumbledore through it, which was both safe and fast.

Fox let out a loud cry, flew to Snape's side and grabbed the envelope in his hand, then flew into the fireplace and disappeared into the golden-red flowing flame.

After finishing everything, Snape turned back and prepared to continue monitoring the movements of Quirrell and Harry below.

I didn't expect to see it in the mirror
— Quirrell's bald head.

Quirrell's purple scarf, which he never took off, was actually taken off.

Compared with the surprisingly big scarf before, this guy's head is pitifully small.

Snape watched the guy with his eyes closed, his head turned back to Harry.He blocked his sight so tightly that he couldn't see Harry's figure at all.

The picture showed that the guy's eyes were tightly closed, the muscles on his face were constantly twitching, and his face was tightly twisted and deformed, as if something had come to life in the back of his head.

—What the hell is he doing?
……

McGuffin stood quietly aside, watching as in the plot, Quirrell asked Voldemort for help, then snapped his fingers to untie Harry, and asked him to go to the mirror to find traces of the Sorcerer's Stone.

Sure enough... Harry's trouser pocket was bulging instantly.

—The Sorcerer's Stone was now in Harry's pocket.

After that, Voldemort was liberated from Quirrell's garlic-smelling scarf, revealing his hideous and terrifying face, like an abstract face drawn from horror comics, pale and pale, with long and slender nostrils like snakes, and two slit eyes slowly opened, with red blood shining from inside.

"Harry Potter..." His whisper-like voice resounded in everyone's ears, and McGuffin could hear it clearly.

As for Harry, he was completely nailed in place and could not move.

"Look at what I've become!" The face was twisted, and McGuffin saw that the mouth had no teeth, no tongue, and even no lips. It looked like a black abyss.

The mouth opened and closed, and made a sound, "Look at me... now there are only shadows and steam left... I can only have a shape and a little weak power when I share a body with others..."

Voldemort came to life and whispered seductively to Harry.

McGuffin knew it was time.

——This is a good opportunity... a chance for me to be able to break the [Blood Curse], no matter how bad it is, I can know from Quirrell what are the spells and materials that the system requires to break the curse?
"...well... Harry... why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?" Voldemort said fiercely, staring at the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's trouser pocket.

It's now--

"Harry run..."

MacGuffin shouted at once, making his position known.

Originally, Quirrell stepped back and approached Harry, which allowed Voldemort to watch Harry carefully.

The McGuffin's roar made Harry wake up after hearing it, and from the original staggering retreat, he immediately turned around and rushed to where the McGuffin was, which was also the direction of the door burning with black flames.

"MacGuffin Albert... you are asking for your own death..." Voldemort said hoarsely.

"Catch Harry, get the Sorcerer's Stone..."

Quirrell followed the order and ran to Harry's side in two steps, and he was about to catch Harry with his hand.

McGuffin no longer hesitated, and immediately took out his wand as he had thought before, and waved it to cast a spell.

"Soul out of the body!"

"Soul out of the body!"

(End of this chapter)