It was the first time Hermione had seen the Mirror of Erised, though she had heard from Clark before about their Christmas adventures.

There are strange magic patterns on the golden border, which looks mysterious and atmospheric.

Under the mirror are two metal bird claws, which are firmly stuck there, giving people a feeling of being stronger and more static than the wall, as if embedded in the void and fixed on the coordinate system.

"Come on, don't try to deceive me."

Quirrell leaned behind her, and Hermione smelled a disgusting smell from him, like the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp that she had smelled at the fish market by the sea with her father.

Hermione looked at the mirror, and the first thing that caught her eye was a frightened, pale face with a little pear blossom and rain.

Well, it's still very beautiful, at least the hair is still very smooth, it's not in vain to use a quick-acting conditioner after washing your hair every night.

She smugly turned her body from side to side to see if there was anything wrong with her clothes.

At this time, she discovered another use for the mirror, a use that Clark and the other stinky boys didn't find.

When I saw her mirror image in the mirror, she changed her outfit instantly, a light blue princess dress, put on her body, puff sleeves, crystal shoes, sparkling diamond necklace and earrings.

"I see, I'm wearing a princess dress, I'm a princess!"

"What?" Quirrell's eyes widened. He felt that his IQ was a bit insufficient.

"Ah, I changed it again, um, it's a pink dress, these white sandals are so pretty."

Hermione shifted in front of the mirror, as if admiring her various outfits.

Yes, what girl can refuse a full-length mirror like this that can change clothes at will? This is simply an artifact!

Quirrell only felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his temples were about to explode with anger.

"Okay!" he asked impatiently. "You saw this? Don't try to play tricks."

"I think so," Hermione's eyes still didn't leave the mirror, "I also saw that I was dancing with Clark in the Great Hall of Hogwarts in beautiful clothes!"

Her face flushed with excitement, "This mirror is amazing, isn't it, she can let us see what we want to see."

Quirrell started cursing again.

"Get out of here!" he shouted.

Hermione moved aside, moving slowly and lightly, as if afraid of getting Quirrell's attention.

It's just that she hadn't walked away a few steps when a hoarse and harsh voice, more unpleasant than a piece of iron across a blackboard, rang out from Quirrell's body, but he didn't even move his lips.

"She's lying, she's lying..."

Quirrell turned sharply, staring at her.

"return!"

"Honestly, Professor Quirrell, you're really pitiful." Hermione looked at Quirrell, preparing to use the [Diplomacy (bluff)] skill she had learned from Clark.

"What are you talking about?" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you see just now? Is it the Philosopher's Stone? It's hiding there."

The shrill voice resounded again.

"Let me tell her... face to face..."

"Master, your state is no longer suitable for showing up!"

"Professor Quirrell, you didn't tell the truth!" Hermione felt as if she was about to be entangled in the "devil's web" again, and her full of malice was about to grab her throat, so she quickly shouted loudly.

"In that mirror just now, you saw the Philosopher's Stone, but you didn't even think about giving it to your master, did you!"

"You bullshit!" Quirrell retorted loudly.

In a life-and-death situation, Hermione's mind was running extraordinarily fast.

"No, you are. This mirror can reflect what we want to see most in our hearts, so I see me in beautiful clothes. And you, Professor Quirrell, you did see the Philosopher's Stone, but you in the mirror But you didn't give away the Philosopher's Stone, because you committed greed."

"Yeah, after all, that is the Philosopher's Stone, the legendary magician's secret treasure, there may only be that piece in the whole world. As a Ravenclaw who pursues knowledge greedily like a raven, how could you give up so easily? It's normal to take it as your own."

"Stop talking!" Quirrell stretched out his wand and pointed it at Hermione, as if he was about to cast a curse at any moment.

However, a voice came from him, "Let her speak."

"But the master..."

"Your master is also suspicious of you, isn't he?" Hermione was more emboldened, "remember the runes on the frame? That means 'I don't show your face, but your heart. Desire, whatever you think, the mirror will show. Professor Dumbledore took advantage of this property, you think of the Philosopher's Stone, and it will show the Philosopher's Stone, but it's not available yet it."

"What should I do then?" Quirrell asked eagerly.

"The Philosopher's Stone doesn't belong to Dumbledore, remember? He was helping Nicole Lemay keep the Philosopher's Stone, so I guess only those who have no greed in their hearts and don't want to take the Philosopher's Stone as their own can Obtain this alchemical treasure from the mirror."

Quirrell's face seemed to be hit by a stinky dung bomb, and his expression was extraordinarily wonderful. He never thought that he would fail because of a little bit of greed.

Of course Hermione also saw his expression, and sneered: "It's a pity, you don't seem to be such a person, Professor Quirrell. Dumbledore has seen through you, and the so-called loyalty to the master is just a lie. And empty talk, you don't actually worship Mysterio as you say, do you.

Yes, after all, you're a Ravenclaw with a shrewd mind, and your Master can do you a favor, but you won't really devote your entire body and mind to him. By the way, I remember Clark once said a word, what is it called? 'Exquisite egoist', yes, you are that kind of person! "

"boom!"

Annoyed, Quirrell fired a spell at Hermione, but because of some kind of interference, he lost his head~lightnovelpub.net~ hit the wall beside Hermione, blasting rubble and scaring her. one.

"Master, no, I don't have it."

"enough!"

"Please trust me……"

"Shut your mouth and don't make me say it a second time." The voice stopped Quirrell. "Let me talk to her."

The invisible restraint returned to Hermione, bringing her immobile to Quirrell.

Slowly, Rocky untied his hood in circles and circles. What happened next?

Hermione looked at him in anticipation and fear.

She felt like she was getting in touch with the truth, the joy of unraveling a puzzle that was beyond single-celled creatures like Harry and Ron.

The Arabian headscarf floated down, and without the cover of the headscarf, Rocky's head became unusually small.

Then, he slowly turned his back.