Connor's Hogwarts

Connor tilted his head, and said to himself, "How did you do it right, Saber."

"Aster" Artoria got out from the earring.

"I remember that I hung a photo frame in the safe house, right? You can help me in the past to prevent any accidents." Connor pointed to the three or two kittens on the screen.

"I understand." Arturia nodded and disappeared into the room. She always obeyed Connor's orders.

Then only Connor and the bald Phoenix Fox were left in the room. Just when Connor was about to say hello to the hairless chicken, Angel suddenly jumped out of the earrings, looked around first, and then sat on the buttocks. Connor's arms.

"Umm Papa is mine now."

Connor touched Angel's head helplessly, and watched the live broadcast together, and then he saw a strange scene

Quirrell stared at the Mirror of Erised in front of him, and Dumbledore stood there openly behind the Mirror of Erised, but neither Quirrell nor Voldemort found Dumbledore behind the mirror.

Then Connor clearly realized that Voldemort was indeed inferior to Dumbledore compared to his magical attainments.

"Wrap your turban, I don't want to see this mirror." Voldemort ordered Quirrell, and Quirrell obeyed timidly.

Connor touched his chin: "What will Voldemort see?"

The person who appeared in front of Harry was not Snape, nor Voldemort, but Quirrell.

"It's you." Harry was so shocked that he couldn't even breathe.

Quirrell laughed calmly, his back was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and he didn't stutter anymore. After so long, he finally met someone who could pretend, and Quirrell was even a little happy.

"Yes, it's me. I was wondering if I could meet you, Potter."

"But I thought it was Snape," now Harry stammered.

"Snape" Quirrell laughed, his face was dark and frightening:

"Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him around, who'd doubt poor Coco's , what about the stammering Professor Quirrell hahahahaha"

In fact, Quirrell didn't want to talk about Snape, but this was the master's order. In order to help the "loyal" servant Snape, he wanted to draw a line with him so that Snape could gain more trust.

Harry backed away tremblingly, he couldn't believe it.

No, it can't be true, it can't be

"Snape tried to kill me, he wanted me to fall off the broom" Harry yelled at Quirrell.

"No, no, no, I was the one who tried to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed to hex Snape, and they knocked me down. She broke my gaze on you, and I would have thrown you off your broomstick if I hadn't held on for a few more seconds. If Snape hadn't been chanting counter-curses to keep you alive, I would have Knocked you down."

Quirrell also tried his best to prove Snape's innocence.

"Snape wanted to save me, how could he hate me so much?" Harry kept shaking his head, he was unwilling to accept this result.

"Of course it is," Quirrell smiled charmingly, "You said why did he serve as a referee for your second match? He wants to make sure I don't hurt you again. It's ridiculous, but he doesn't need to bother. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore around. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself very unpopular, what an idiot, but it was all for naught Strength, no matter what, I will kill you tonight."

"Snap" Quirrell snapped his fingers, and a few ropes jumped out of nowhere behind him, binding Harry into a dumpling.

Looking at Harry who was helpless under his command, Quirrell couldn't help asking in his heart: "Master, I seem to be able to kill him, do you want to?"

"Don't worry, let him help find the Philosopher's Stone first, you can't find the stone, but he can find it, he can and then try to kill him"

With instructions, Quirrell had to continue his performance:

"You're too nosy to let you live, Potter. You were walking around the school on Halloween, and I knew at the time that you saw me checking the Sorcerer's Stone."

"It was you who let that troll in." Harry "tactfully" colluded with all the clues, and he finally believed that it was not Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but Quirrell in front of him.

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls. Unfortunately, when everyone was in a hurry looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor, trying to stop me from not only My troll didn't kill you, and even the big three-headed dog didn't bite off Snape's leg."

Quirrell performed an exaggerated expression of incompetence and rage, and in order to clear Snape's name, he also worked hard.

When Quirrell calmed down, he stroked the mirror beside him and said, "Okay, just wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that the thing standing beside Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised that he had discovered by accident before, but this time he didn't see his parents when he looked in the mirror.

"This mirror is the key to the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, knocking along the surrounding mirror frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this, but he's in London right now, and by the time he comes back, I'll be far away"

Worried that Quirrell had found the Philosopher's Stone, Harry decided to talk to him so he wouldn't be able to focus on the mirror.

"I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest"

"That's right," Quirrell said lazily, while turning to check behind the magic mirror, and from Connor's perspective, he passed in front of Dumbledore many times but did not find Dumbledore, which made Connor Weird expression.

"He was already eyeing me at that time, wanting to know how far I had gone. He had been suspicious of me. He wanted to scare me, but he couldn't scare me. Standing behind me was my master Voldemort .”

Quirrell turned back from behind the mirror, staring greedily into it.

"I'm already going to find the Philosopher's Stone. I'm planning to dedicate it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they became tighter and tighter.His breathing became more and more constricted: "But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," said Quirrell casually. "Of course he hates you. He was at Hogwarts with your father, oh, you didn't know that. They hated each other. But he never wanted you dead."

"" Harry was silent, he really never thought that Snape and his father would be classmates, but now is not the time to think about it, he struggled and shouted: "Even if you get the Sorcerer's Stone, you can't escape from school I've written to Dumbledore and he'll be right back here"

"My master is watching me, and I am not afraid of Dumbledore. He is with me wherever I go," Quirrell said calmly, "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I I was a foolish young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​right and wrong. It was the great Lord Voldemort who pointed out my mistakes. There is no such thing as right and wrong in this world, only power is everything."

This person was obviously fooled by fools, Connor looked at him speechlessly, and then ate the watermelon bored.

Quirrell trembled suddenly: "But he never forgives my mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts, he was very upset and he punished me."

Quirrell's voice gradually became inaudible.

Then Harry remembered the first time he went to Diagon Alley, when he saw Quirrell and shook hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron, why didn't he think of it then?

Quirrell felt that the time was almost here. He turned around and said sinisterly, "Come on, Potter, come here."

Quirrell clapped his hands, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened automatically.Harry stood up slowly.

"Come here," repeated Quirrell, "look yourself in the mirror, and tell me what you see."

Harry walked towards him, wondering how to get away with it.

Quirrell moved up behind him.Harry smelled a strange, disgusting odor that seemed to be coming from the scarf on Quirrell's head.He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened them.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled.Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back into his pocket.

At the same time, Harry felt that something heavy really fell into his pocket, no way, I got the Sorcerer's Stone just like that

"How?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "what did you see?"

Harry summoned up his courage and said, "I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand, and I won the House Cup for Gryffindor"