Chapter 47 The Truth Behind

　　 A trace of unwillingness flashed in Harry's heart. He was fooled. He was fooled by Quirrell, and George was right. He is too careless, too arrogant, and this can have fatal consequences.

　　 "But in the Quidditch match, Snape was going to kill me." Harry asked. He wanted to know where he was wrong. He wanted to find out more truth, even if it was just a dead end.

"No, no, you are completely wrong. In the Quidditch arena, I was the one who shot you, and I was the one who wanted to kill you. But if someone helped you, I could detect someone helping you resist my gaze. , His strength is pretty good. And Snape, he keeps chanting an anti-curse to you, he doesn't want me to kill you, you are lucky."

　　 Quirrell's tone didn't fluctuate, as if he didn't mind the failure of the day.

　　 "How could it be that Snape would want to save me." Harry looked wrong. Compared to Snape who shot him, it was even more surprising that Snape wanted to save him. How could this be possible.

　　 "How incredible." Quirrell said coldly.

"What do you think he is doing to be a referee when you participate in the second match? It's ridiculous that he is afraid that I will continue to work on you. With Dumbledore on the scene, I would never take action in that situation. All he does is superfluous. And if I really intend to make a move, his tricks are useless at all."

"He is like a lonely clown. Everyone dislikes him and thinks that he is to prevent Gryffindor from winning. But these actions are meaningless and a waste of time. Tonight, this is the best. Time, you don't have any more good luck." Quirrell looked at it in his eyes, and now is the best phone meeting.

　　 "Plap" He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, several ropes appeared out of thin air, tying Harry firmly.

"You are too self-sufficient, Potter, you are just a bear kid who broke into the adult world. You think you can expose the conspiracy of this world, but what about your dependence? What about your strength? It depends on you on the court. Little trick?" Quirrell looked condescendingly at Harry rolling on the ground, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

　　 The look in Quirrell's eyes at the poor bug made Harry a little angry. He wanted to resist, but the sturdy rope on his body kept his heart sinking. Unlike the previous brave adventure, he has everyone's help. When he faced the real conspiracy alone, he didn't even have the ability to resist. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Could this be my destiny, the realization I told everyone?

　　 "Watch it quietly, Potter, I need to take a good look at this interesting mirror." Quirrell turned around, ignoring Harry.

　　 Harry didn't realize until then that there was something standing behind Quirrell, the Eris sunglasses he had seen several times in the storage room.

"This is the key to the Philosopher's Stone. It's in the mirror." Quirrell stared at the mirror, and walked along the frame of the mirror. He fumbled, tapped, and muttered softly. "Dumbledore took the key to the Philosopher's Stone. Hidden here, he is still in London. When he comes back, I have already taken the Philosopher’s Stone and flew away."

　　 Harry couldn't think of a way to save himself, but he didn't want to wait for Quirrell to find the Philosopher's Stone, and then free his hands to kill him. He tried to guide Quirrell to continue talking, delaying time, at least not to let him get the Philosopher's Stone.

　　 "I followed Snape and saw you meeting in the Forbidden Forest." He said bluntly.

　　 "I underestimated you." Quirrell said on his lips, but his tone remained unchanged, turning to look behind the magic mirror. "Unexpectedly, Snape would be followed by you. He wanted to know how far my plan was. He stared at me and wanted to scare me. How could he scare me? I have Voldemort to do it. backing."

　　 Qiluo turned back and forth around the mirror, greedily trying to see through the secret of the mirror.

　　 Harry kept struggling, but it just made the ropes tighter and tighter. He wanted to prevent Quirrell from discovering the secret of the magic mirror.

　　 "But Snape hates me so much."

"That's right, of course he hates you. When he went to Hogwarts with your father, don't you know? They have always been enemies and don't share the same heavens, but he really didn't want you to die. "Quiro's voice seemed casual, and the Philosopher's Stone was in front of him, but how to find it made him helpless.

　　 "But I heard you crying in a classroom the other day. Isn't Snape threatening you?" Harry got information bit by bit.

　　 There was a trace of fear on Quirrell’s face, "In some cases, it is difficult for me to complete the instructions given by my master. He is such a great wizard, but my strength is too weak."

　　 "In other words, were you in the classroom with your master that day?" Harry was a little confused, who would be Quill's master?

　　 "No matter where I go, he is with me." Quirrell's voice was strangely calm.

"I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a silly young man, and I had a set of absurd young ideas about good and evil. It was my master Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com has taught me that there is no such thing as right and wrong in the world."

　　 "There is only power, and those mediocre mobs. After that, I have been loyal to him, but I have disappointed him several times, and he has been very strict with me."

Quirrell suddenly trembled. "He won't let my mistakes go easily. I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts, which made him very unhappy. He punished me and kept watch strictly. I."

　　 Quirrell's voice gradually lowered, and Harry recalled his time in Diagon Alley. How could he not think of it then? He had met Quirrell that day, and shook hands with him at the Broken Cauldron Bar. He shouldn't ignore such important information.

　　 Quirrell cursed in a low voice, the secret of the magic mirror stumped him, he could not find a way to hide the magic stone.

　　 Quirrell's helplessness made Harry a little excited. It would be better for Quirrell to never find the Sorcerer's Stone. Even if the chance of him surviving is small, it is always a good thing to make Voldemort fail.

"But where is the Philosopher's Stone? Do you want to break the mirror?" Harry's mind was also earning quickly, "Or if I just think about the Philosopher's Stone, I can show the position of the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror? No, that's it. If Quirrell found it a long time ago, or can't think of the Sorcerer's Stone at all, is it true?"

　　 Quirrell continued to look around the mirror, chanting.

　　 "Where is it? The mystery of this mirror, help me, my master." Harry heard a terrible voice answering, the voice seemed to come from Quirrell's own body.

　　 "Let the boy come, let him come."

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