Harry told Neville, Ron, and Hermione everything that had happened last night (ahem, the Blue Shadow version), to their surprise.
However, they did not worry about it for too long. After all, Dumbledore was still in school. They believed that it would not be so easy for someone to succeed. And they had more pressing things to do than the Sorcerer's Stone-the final exams were coming up.
The Gryffindor first years began to ask Harry questions, and after a few days of tutoring, Harry finally grew impatient and pushed the blue shadow out. As for himself, he had snuck into the Forbidden Forest during the day to collect all kinds of raw materials and studied all the potions that had not been made for a long time in the entire book of Powerful Potions. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest had no place to hide. They had just lost a jinx, and now a collector had arrived. Especially in the territory of the unicorns and centaurs, the plants that were slightly useful were all plucked clean. From time to time, the unicorn's tail was cut in half, which made Rae furious. At night, he would hide beside Lan Ying in invisibility, in the euphemistic name of cultivating feelings. Lan Ying had been busy for the whole day. When she slept, she had to stiffen her body to be a pillow for others. Finally, a number one expression appeared on her icy face-distress. Habit was powerful. In just a few days, he had adapted to a certain someone's existence and slept soundly. On the other hand, someone was a little disappointed when he didn't see Bing Shan's expression change.
Harry had taken the test himself, and when it was over, he thought he had done very well (of course!），He was particularly pleased when Professor McGonagall smiled at him for the first time in weeks as he turned the rat into a rather delicate snuff bottle.
During the break, Hermione suddenly remembered the origins of Hagrid's dragon egg and turned pale.
At the end of a hectic day, the four people sitting in the common room in the middle of the night looked at each other.
"How did this happen? Fluffy's method of passage had been leaked, and Dumbledore was gone again. Why doesn't Professor McGonagall believe us?”said Ron crestfallen."Are we going to watch Snape steal the Stone and give it to that man?”
Harry propped up his chin and said gloomily,"Ron, I told you, it wasn't Snape, it was Quirrell.”
Hermione sighed and said,"Well, let's call it Quirrell. Actually, it doesn't matter who it is now. What's important is what we should do?”
Harry said,"It's very simple-my Invisibility Cloak's been sent back again, I don't know who did it-I'll go to the Forbidden Zone corridor later and get the Stone before Quirrell does.”
There was a collective gasp. Harry looked at them helplessly and said,"Is there any other way?"
Hermione was the first to calm down, saying,"Well, let's hope your Cloak covers all four of us.”
"Four?"
"Are we going to let you go alone?”said Ron.
Neville smiled mischievously and said,"Harry, do you think you'd be able to get that stone without us?”
Harry sighed, holding his forehead."If you insist-"
(Lan Xi, let me go.)
Eh? Iceberg Society had given their opinion?
(It's not like you haven't seen that guy before. It can't hurt me yet. The old fox had been scheming for so long just for today. If I don't go, I'll be letting down the hard-working screenwriter. Be good and wait for me here.)
(…Yes.)
How uncute.
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Standing in front of Fluffy, Harry was playing a bamboo flute and playing the melodious tune of Three Strokes of Plum Blossoms. Neville and the other two almost forgot what they were here for and were immersed in the beautiful music. However, the big dog did not give them face and became more and more energetic as he listened.
"Damn it, why isn't it asleep yet?”said Harry indignantly, playing his flute.
Neville said,"Maybe he doesn't like flutes?”
Ron picked up the harp that had been thrown to the side and plucked it casually. He found that Fluffy was squinting and said happily,"So it wants to listen to this."
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched slightly as he watched Fluffy fall asleep in the sound of cotton.
He should have realized that this was Hagrid's pet and that he shouldn't have expected too much from it.
Harry jumped off the trapdoor first, and before Devil's Snare could catch up to him, he used Flicker, dodged aside, and burned it with a wave of his wand before letting the others jump.
Well, this was an instinctive reaction to being attacked. Professor Sprout wouldn't blame him, would he? He was definitely not venting his anger on it, definitely not.
He got on his broomstick and successfully caught the key with the light blue wings, opening the door.
Neville and Ron had both been knocked unconscious on the giant chessboard.
Walking around the unconscious troll, Harry and Hermione found the smallest of the seven potions.
"Harry-"
"Since there's only one mouthful, of course I'll go. Hermione, go back and look after Ron and Neville.”
He bid farewell to the red-eyed girl, drank the potion, and passed through the purple flames. In the last room, Harry had a rare scare.
"Professor Snape?"
Merlin, what's wrong with you?
Harry hurried forward to remove Snape's Petrification, but before he could speak, someone behind him shouted Expelliarmus, and his wand flew out of his hand and he fell heavily to the ground.
Snape tried to charge, but Quirrell pressed his wand against his chest, looked at Harry on the floor with a look of smug confusion, and said,"Potter, I'm so curious about what you're doing. I thought you'd attack this guy from the start.”
Harry pursed his lips and said,"Sorry, Professor, I believe him.”
Darn it, he'd planned to deal with Quirrell before Dumbledore arrived, but Snape had been caught, and now, if he didn't want to raise suspicion, he'd be dealt with.
Quirrell had Petrified Snape again, and he was looking down at Harry with an eerie smile.
"How touching, a Gryffindor trusting Slytherin. So, Potter, go to that mirror and tell me what you see.”
Harry snorted and said mockingly,"Professor Quirrell, didn't Lord Voldemort teach you to use honorifics when asking for help?”
"Drill the heart and gouge the bones!"
Hey, hey, hey, do you have any professionalism? How can you change the script without permission?
Forget it, I've already changed the script into a mess. It's not that bad.
Feeling a great pain that seemed to come from his bones, wave after wave invaded his entire body, Harry thought to himself.
(Lan Xi, your spiritual fluctuations are so strong. Did something happen?)）
(It's nothing. I just bumped into an acquaintance here and got a shock.）
Fortunately, the emotional communication with Lan Ying was only one-sided. Otherwise, that guy would rush in recklessly and the scene would be even more lively.
"How do you feel, Boy Who Lived?”said Quirrell."Didn't Dumbledore teach you? When you fall into the hands of others, you have to be obedient.”
He picked Harry up and threw him in front of the mirror.
Harry looked up into the mirror. He was trembling, pale and sweating. Quirrell was staring at the mirror with a worried look on his face.
Harry winked at him in the mirror, and his pocket sank. Something had been put inside.
Quirrell said,"What do you see?”
"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand, and we won the House Cup.”
Quirrell cursed and leaned over to the mirror, almost sticking his face to it, muttering to himself.
"Still can't do it? What was this mirror used for? Do I have to shatter it?"
The purple flames twisted so that neither of them could see it except the petrified Snape.
Harry felt another person in the room, grinding his teeth.
Damn old man, you're really at ease. You only came now.
Quirrell's voice was hoarse and gloomy.
"That boy is lying... Let me talk to him... face to face..."
Quirrell took off his turban in horror and slowly turned his back to Harry.
At the back of his head was another horrible face, with small, red eyes that shone with a sinister light, and a nose that was split open like a snake's.
"Harry? Potter..."it said." See what I've become? You can only share a body with others…rely on the blood of the unicorn to absorb the cursed life force…Now…hand over the stone in your pocket.”
Harry swallowed and said with difficulty,"Well-Professor Quirrell, haven't you washed your hair all year?”
It was true. He had been wanting to ask this question ever since he read the original novel.
Voldemort laughed hoarsely."Well, don't try to change the subject like a fool, Dumbledore won't come, he's probably still at the Ministry. You'd better save yourself and join us. Otherwise, you'll end up like your parents…They begged me for mercy before they died…"
"You're lying!" Harry shouted.
It hissed," How touching…I've always admired this kind of courage. That's right, child. Your parents were very brave. They sacrificed their lives to protect you…Well, give me the stone. Don't let them die in vain…"
"Never!"
Harry got to his feet and dashed toward the door.
Quirrell seized him, and Harry was about to struggle when he screamed in pain, clutching Harry's hand as though it had been burned. Harry seized Quirrell's arm with all his might, hearing him scream and Voldemort shout,"Kill him! Kill him!" Then, she fainted magnificently.
He gave up control of his body and hid in the space of consciousness to avoid the unbearable pain.
Quirrell fell to the ground, presumably dead, and Voldemort left him with a shriek and fled toward the door. Dumbledore did not stop him, and as soon as he appeared, he lifted Snape's Petrification Charm.
He picked up Harry's wand and walked over to the mirror, reaching out to pick Harry up, but was swatted away by a murderous Snape.
"Dumbledore!" She gritted her teeth." Stay away from him.”
Snape bent down, ignoring the awkward look on one of the foxes 'faces, picked Harry up gently, and hurried toward the door.
Nestled in his arms that reeked of herbs, Harry covered his mouth and chuckled in the Space of Consciousness.
The students they met along the way looked on in horror as the Slytherin dean ran away with Potter in his arms.
In the infirmary, Hermione, Ron, and Neville watched in horror as someone kicked the door open and entered, then noticed the person in his arms.
"Harry-"
"Heavens, is he alright?"
"What happened to him?"
Snape said nothing and laid Harry carefully on the bed.
Madam Pomfrey hurried forward to examine him and said worriedly,"Severus, what happened to the boy?”
"Cruciatus Curse,"
Snape hissed.
Hermione covered her mouth, her eyes reddening. Ron clenched his fists and gritted his teeth at Harry, who lay motionless in bed. Neville shuddered and began to sob quietly.
squealed Madam Pomfrey."Is that what Albus meant by nothing serious?”
Very good. Harry raised his eyebrows dangerously in the Space of Mind.
Everyone has a share, right?
"Albus? Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore, who had just entered the room, broke out in a cold sweat.
It turned out that the most terrifying existence in this school was definitely not the sly old principal who liked to scheme against people, nor was it the Potionology professor who created cold air all year round. It was the infirmary administrator who was in a berserk state and was invincible.
He could offend anyone but a woman.
Looking at the principal whose face was covered in saliva, pinching his white beard and darting his eyes left and right, not daring to make a sound, everyone present had this thought in their hearts.
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