[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Fred called George to go to Hogsmeade from the secret passage to get some delicious food to celebrate the end of the exam. After walking a few steps, he found George standing there hesitantly, not moving.

"George? Stupid?" Fred waved to George.

Unexpectedly, George suddenly ran towards Draco's direction, which confused Fred.

What's going on here?

"Draco!" George rushed to Draco, just now he saw Harry standing beside him, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye? "Where's Harry?"

Draco frowned, not knowing why he came to ask Harry: "He was called away by the prefects of Gryffindor just now, where is Al? Didn't he go to you just now?"

A sense of panic appeared in George's heart for no reason.

On the other side, Al followed Flint left and right and up several flights of stairs.Flint was silent all the way, and didn't express any opinion on Weasley. Al couldn't help being a little surprised. According to his character, it would be good not to scold himself, how could he be so indifferent.

Flint took Al to the door of a classroom. The door of the classroom was ajar, and no one could be seen inside.

"Professor Snape is waiting for you inside." Flint motioned Al to go in.

Al raised his hand to push the door, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He'd heard Flint address Severus several times, always "The Head," not Professor Snape.

Al's back suddenly seeped cold sweat.Generally speaking, a change of title is not a big deal, but since walking with Flint, the vague sense of uneasiness has been magnified several times at this moment. Al resisted the urge to turn around and run, and gestured with his left hand to push Opening the classroom door, his right hand quietly reached for the wand at his waist.

Flint didn't notice anything unusual, and looked at Al flatly.

The classroom door was gently pushed open by Al, and amidst the sound of "squeak", Al suddenly drew out his wand and pointed at Flint: "Everything is petrified!"

As the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Flint reacted very quickly and jumped away from Al's attack. Al took this opportunity to run away, shouting loudly while running: "Help!! Killed!"

But the place where Flint brought him was the floor of Hogwarts where few classmates came. Al couldn't run as fast as Flint, and he couldn't call for help from others. Just before he rushed to the steps, he jumped straight When going down, Al's eyes darkened and he passed out.

Al was awakened by the cold and hard ground.There was a dull pain in the back and forehead, as if he had been hit; Al slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a pair of thin and excessively thin calves not far away, and a half mirror behind the calves.

Al saw his own reflection in the mirror: standing beside him were Draco and Harry, who were smiling happily arm in arm, and behind him were Lucius and Narcissa, both with loving faces and arms folded. On his and Draco's shoulders.There was also George and Fred in the mirror, both whole and healthy, unhurt; Dumbledore standing behind everyone, stroking his beard.

Al blinked his eyes, and the scene in the mirror changed. It became his family members from the previous life, elders, brothers and sisters, standing crowded together and filling the mirror.

This is the Mirror of Erised.Alton suddenly understood where he was taken, and the owner of the legs in front of him must be - Quirrell.

Al looked up those legs, and suddenly met Quirrell's eyes-he was staring at himself, and he shivered, and his whole body was chilled.

Quirrell's condition is very bad. He is sitting on a chair, maybe he has no strength to stand all the time, his right arm hangs weakly on one side, shaking slightly with the movement of the body, it seems to be completely useless.Quirrell's face was blue, and the last time Beal saw him, he lost more than a circle of weight, and he looked like a dead person.

He must have been badly wounded... shot in the shoulder by Al's gun, unfortunately the right shoulder, if it had been the left shoulder, so close to the heart, he might have died.

No wonder the professors have been unable to find Quirrell. It turns out that he has been in the room where the Sorcerer's Stone is placed... The most dangerous place is the safest place. Method, other levels are like child's play, the professors never imagined that the Sorcerer's Stone thief they were looking for had always been beside the Sorcerer's Stone.If it wasn't for the last spell set by Dumbledore to stop him, Quirrell might have gotten the Philosopher's Stone long ago and flew away.

Al climbed up under Quirrell's gaze, and the pain on his body was much less than when he just woke up. He pointed at Quirrell with the tip of his wand—I don't know why his weapon was not collected, maybe Quirrell and Voldemort I feel that the magic of a first-grade child is not justified at all.

"Professor, I don't understand why you brought me here."

"Alris Malfoy." Quirrell stood up, and the immobile arm became more and more obvious. He approached Al step by step, and Al was forced to take a few steps back, shouting: "Don't come over!"

And Quirrell really stopped, and the next second Al's head tingled, and Quirrell broke through the brain defense he had built with difficulty.

"Your thoughts... are very interesting." Quirrell revealed a twisted smile, "It's always been you, Quidditch matches, the Forbidden Forest... You are not from this world, huh?"

Al pressed his temples, trying to relieve the pain: "I...I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Lie!" Quirrell snapped, and Al's head was stabbed again. Quirrell's face was distorted, and it seemed to be different from before. , no nose.

He didn't wear a hood either, and the back of his head reflected by the edge of the mirror was smooth, without any abnormalities... He was no longer Quirrell, but Voldemort.

"You're a Malfoy." Voldemort approached Al, and he seemed to have read enough information from Al's brain that Al's head no longer hurt, "Lucius knows that you have been helping Harry Potter against the Dark Lord ?”

"He doesn't know!" Al waved his wand, but Quirrell easily canceled the curse, "I don't know who you are—"

"Lie!" Voldemort snarled, "You know who I am, and you know my ending! You know everything that will happen in the future of the entire wizarding world!"

An unspeakable fear welled up in Al's heart.

"I... this has nothing to do with my father, or the entire Malfoy family. Everything is my... my own decision." Al watched Voldemort's face getting closer and closer, and a desire to vomit rose in his stomach .

Despite the dire situation, Al was distracted by the thought that if he actually spat in Voldemort's face... things would be even more exciting.

"Oh, very brave, little Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort taunted one side of his mouth, straightened up, his weird face finally moved away from Al, "Lucius is indeed still loyal to me, but..."

Voldemort's face turned to one side, and Al looked along, feeling all the blood rushing into his head.

Harry was lying there, not only himself, Voldemort brought Harry over.

Unexpectedly, even though Harry didn't break through the level to protect the Sorcerer's Stone this time, he still made a mistake and came to the "battlefield" at the end of the first part.

Al's frightened expression seemed to please Voldemort greatly, he let out a hoarse laugh, and said triumphantly: "Your savior, and you, the 'prophet' who knows everything, are now in my hands."

Al restrained his thoughts, for fear that "if Harry is killed now, it will only be a matter of time before Voldemort rules the wizarding world" would be read by Voldemort.Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to think that he had obtained enough information from Al, so instead of using Dementia on Al, he pointed at Harry and ordered, "Go, wake him up, and bring the Philosopher's Stone to you." I."

Al walked backwards in Harry's direction, afraid that Voldemort would give him an Avada when he turned around-although even if he faced Voldemort head-on, he would die if he was hit by an Avada.

"Harry, Harry?" Al shook Harry lightly, and soon Harry's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes.

"Shh." Al hissed, "Calm down, Voldemort is here."

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and Al gave another hush, and said in a voice that couldn't be lowered: "Go to the mirror, get the Philosopher's Stone, hand it to Voldemort, scratch his face, scratch any naked parts of him skin, or we'll all die, understand?"

Before Harry could figure out what was going on, he suddenly faced the crisis of his life, but as expected of the Boy Who Lived, he stood up calmly, glanced at Voldemort, touched the scar on his forehead, and turned towards The Mirror of Erised walked over.

The scar hurt like hell. Harry didn't know why he and Al were brought here all of a sudden, but he knew that if he didn't do what Al said, not only would he and Al die, but more importantly, Voldemort might make a comeback .

Sure enough, Harry successfully got the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror. He suppressed the fear in his heart and was about to walk towards Voldemort, but Voldemort stopped him with words.

"Stay there and put the Philosopher's Stone on the ground."

Cold sweat broke out on Al's brow - Voldemort knew what would happen when he touched Harry's skin!

Harry looked at Al for help, and Voldemort's wand was already pointing at Harry, there was no need for Harry to put down the Philosopher's Stone, just one Avada Kedavra... everything was over.

"Avada—"

"boom!"

Halfway through the Killing Curse, the door behind Voldemort suddenly slammed open with a bang, and a red-haired savior appeared at the door.