Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"Shut up!" Quirrell swung his wand, sending Wumu flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

"Walmur!" Harry ran to help Walmur up, who was briefly weakened by pain.

"You idiot, Quirrell! If it weren't for the person behind your headscarf, you wouldn't be here now!" Wu Mu said, clutching his bleeding arm.

"What? There's someone behind his turban?" Harry asked, puzzled, unsure of what Wu Mu meant.

"You're really smart! Almost every professor likes you! But what's the point of this mirror? I see myself holding the Philosopher's Stone, but why isn't it there?!"

“Use those two children…” a very weak voice came.

"Come here, Potter! Hurry up!"

"Go to hell! Don't go, bro!"

"Shut up!" Quirrell sent Wolverine flying again, then used his wand to make Harry float up and take him to the Magic Mirror.

Tell me! What did you see?

Harry saw himself reach into his pocket, take out the Philosopher's Stone, and then put it back in. Harry touched his pocket, and the Philosopher's Stone was indeed in his pocket.

"What did you see?"

"He saw our mom and dad!" Woody stood protectively in front of Harry, but Quirrell kicked Woody away, breaking some of Woody's glasses.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I won the House Cup." Harry could only imitate Woomu's wild imagination.

"He's lying," came that weak voice again.

"Tell me the truth, what did you see?"

"Let me talk to him."

"Master, you haven't recovered your strength yet."

"I am strong enough to handle it."

Quirrell removed his headscarf, revealing a hideous, distorted human face underneath.

"Harry Potter, we meet again."

"Voldemort."

"That's right, you see what I look like now, so you know how I have to survive. I live off others, like a parasite. Unicorn blood can prolong my life, but it can't give me my own body. But there's another way. That unexpected thing is in your pocket."

Halila went to Omu and prepared to escape.

"Stop him!" Voldemort gave the order, and Quirrell simply snapped his fingers, blocking the exit door with flames.

"Jump over!" Wu Mu was about to jump, but Qi Luo snapped his fingers again, and the exit door was filled with flames.

"{Repel Spell} Flipendo!" Wumu tried to knock down Quirrell first, but the attack was neutralized by Quirrell, and his wand was knocked away.

"Little Greenie! {Repel Spell} Flipendo!" Wumu wanted to gamble again, but Quirrell already knew that Wumu knew the weaponless magic.

"You are excellent, Wumu. I believe you don't want to die either. You and I can live together, why risk a tragic death?"

"Don't think about it!"

"Don't even think about it!"

“That’s brave. Your parents are brave too. Tell me, Harry, do you want to see your parents? If we cooperate, we can bring them back to life.”

"You're dreaming!" Wu Mu glanced at his broken glasses and threw them, but Qi Luo managed to block them.

"I only want one thing in return."

Harry was somewhat tempted by what he heard, because he really wanted his parents to be resurrected. He took the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket.

"That's it, Harry. There is no absolute good or evil in the world. The difference lies only in the strong and the weak who cannot recognize the truth. As long as we cooperate, we will surely achieve extraordinary things. Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

“We can’t give it to him! Hermione trusts us so much! We can’t let Ron sacrifice himself for nothing!” Wu Mu stood in front of Harry, genuinely afraid that he would hand over the Philosopher’s Stone to him.

"you liar!"

"Kill him!"

Quirrell flew straight at Harry and grabbed him by the neck.

"{Divine Edge Without Shadow}Sectumsempra!" Quirrell was attacked by Wumu, and a tear appeared in his body and clothes, revealing the scars left by the two previous injuries.

Quirrell still grabbed Harry by the neck, and the Philosopher's Stone fell to the ground. Wu Mu recalled the plot and then grabbed Quirrell's wrist forcefully.

Quirrell's wrist seemed to be gradually corroding away, and it started to smoke.

"Ah—!" Quirrell retreated, his hands turning into something like coal, slowly crumbling on the ground.

"Idiot! Go get the magic stone!" Quirrell reached for the magic stone.

"You can do it too, bro!" Wu Mu picked up the magic stone ahead of time.

Harry listened to what Awful said and placed his hand on Quirrell's face.