Chapter 42 Hermione and the Sorcerer's Stone

Hermione swallowed the potion in her mouth, and found that it was as cold as ice, and it permeated all parts of her body at once. She kept on stepping, firmly stepping over the high wall formed by the black flames.

At that moment, she seemed to be unable to see anything, and her eyes were pitch black. When she saw the bright light again, she froze in place.

What kind of magic is it that can make a room look like this?

Standing here, it was like standing on a lake as calm as a mirror—in fact, at this moment, her feet were indeed on the surface of the water, but she didn't fall because of it.

And in the middle of this lake, there is a gray-white rock platform, and there is already a person standing on it at this moment.

You! Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed as she looked at the familiar figure from behind.

It wasn't Snape, and it wasn't Voldemort, but the stammering, always-looking Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell.

Quirrell was still wearing his ridiculous turban, but since he appeared here, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

Quirrell turned around and smiled at the surprised Hermione.

Now his face doesn't twitch at all, and he speaks as smoothly and fluently as anyone else.

It's me, he said calmly. I was just wondering if I'd meet Potter here. But I don't think it's so surprising that you, Miss Granger, can come here. matter.

Oh! It's you, it turns out that Snape has been wary of you! That's why Harry mistakenly thought that Snape was going to— Hermione was obviously smarter, and because of Maca, she didn't care about Snape. Disgust as big as Harry's.

After thinking about it carefully, she almost straightened out the cause and effect.

Snape? Quirrell laughed. It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

Yeah! Snape sure doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot. With him around, who'd doubt it but- But, poor, stammering, stuttering Quirrell, professor?

No, I think Professor Dumbledore noticed it, Hermione suppressed the uneasiness and fear in her heart, and pretended to look down at the lake. Am I right? Professor Dumbledore!

Quirrell was obviously trembling with fright, he took a few steps back tremblingly, his eyes were fixed on the lake, but he didn't see anything.

No—impossible! Quirrell yelled frantically, Dumbledore has been tricked by me to go to London! He can't be here at this time!

Professor Dumbledore, Hermione continued, she felt that she had been led by Maca and knew how to lie, I think Professor Quirrell is just obsessed with ghosts, he must be tempted, otherwise he would never Such an act. After all, it is obviously impossible to steal the Philosopher's Stone under your protection.

Quirrell was trembling all over, and while he kept saying impossible, he kept leaning towards the middle of the stone platform. He knew that with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical power, he could come back at any time; or—in fact, Dumbledore didn't leave at all?

idiot!

A voice suddenly sounded somewhere behind Quirrell. In that hoarse and weak voice, there was a frightening coldness and ruthlessness.

That little girl is lying to you! Dumbledore is not here at all! the voice growled, If you dare to run away, I will make you want to die!

Quirrell was so frightened by the voice that he knelt on the ground, trembling all over, begging for mercy.

V, Voldemort! Hermione said in horror.

Catch her up for me!

Voldemort roared,

Quirrell waved his wand immediately, and knocked Hermione's wand into the distance with a disarming spell. Immediately, he waved again, and a magic rope instantly bound Hermione tightly.

Hermione fell to the ground, but Quirrell didn't care about her anymore, but followed Voldemort's order and continued to study the secrets in this room.

Master, there should be something wrong here, Quirrell said in a low voice, There is nothing on this platform, only a sword stuck on the ground.

Draw your sword! said Voldemort in a low voice.

Hearing this, Quirrell immediately stretched out his hand and grasped the sword inserted in the center of the platform, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

Hmph, let me see for myself. Voldemort snorted coldly and ordered Quirrell.

But, master... your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!

This strength... I still have it.

Hermione struggled, but found that she couldn't move at all. She watched Quirrell raise his hand to remove the scarf from his head—what's going on? The scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked oddly small.

Oh--

From Hermione's perspective, it was easy to see that there was a terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head! The face was pale and pale like chalk, with bright red eyes shining, and two snake-like nostrils underneath.

Those eyes flicked over Hermione's body, and she couldn't help but hold her breath. The next moment, Quirrell turned around.

Uh-oh, yes. Gryffindor's sword, stuck in a rock? Voldemort's deep and hoarse voice revealed a trace of mockery, Dumbledore's little trick looks familiar.

Bring that little girl here and let her draw the sword. Here, only she can do this.

Yes, master. Quirrell replied cautiously.

He walked up to Hermione, tugged at the ropes roughly around her, and dragged her to the sword of Gryffindor.

Hermione couldn't help looking at the sword. It was a two-handed cross sword with complicated patterns, and there was a ruby ​​on the hilt, shining brightly. It was inserted obliquely on the platform, and it seemed that it was not difficult to pull it out, but Quirrell tried his best to not pull it out.

The sword in the stone? Seeing this scene, Hermione couldn't help but blurt out a guess.

Hmph, this is just a little trick Dumbledore made up after imitating the story of The Sword in the Stone. Voldemort said disdainfully, Quickly pull it out, complete your task, don't talk too much.

Hermione bit her lip and said nothing, didn't move.

Quirrell! Voldemort roared angrily.

Yes, master! Quirrell pulled Hermione up, waved his wand to loosen the rope on her body, and then forced her hand to the hilt of the sword.

Pull! Or, do you want Quirrell to give you an Imperius Curse?

Under Voldemort's angry roar, Hermione was really scared - she had never seen such a terrible person.

Moreover, she had seen some information about the Imperius Curse in the notebook about Occlumency that Maca gave Harry. It was a terrible curse. It can directly manipulate the human soul, allowing the subject to do anything under the control of others.

Hermione held the hilt of the sword with trembling hands, but found that the sword was surprisingly light, and she pulled it out with only a little force. And the ground also collapsed a lot, revealing a small space below.

Hahahaha—I saw it, it's right below! Voldemort laughed, Quirrell, take it out! Your time has come!

Quirrell hurriedly turned around, pushed Hermione's weak body away, and quickly stretched out his hand.

Oh——the Philosopher's Stone! It's really the Philosopher's Stone! Master, I've got it for you! Quirrell held up the transparent gemstone that was red in color with a little golden glow inside, and lowered his head to let the Voldemort could see it.

Hmph—hahaha—well, well done! You will get the reward you deserve. Voldemort looked at the stone happily, the red light in his eyes deepened, With it, I You will be able to resurrect perfectly, and come back to this wonderful world with true eternal life! Haha—uh—”

Just halfway through Voldemort's words, Hermione jumped up and slapped the stone to the ground. Voldemort forcibly controlled Quirrell's neck to look up, and watched it fall heavily to the ground, but it shattered to pieces.

No—how is it possible! Little girl, I want to— Voldemort's anger reached its peak, he looked crazy, and looked at Hermione, but suddenly stopped speaking.

Hermione backed away quickly in fear. She didn't know where the courage came from just now to drive her to do this, but she knew that she was in danger.

But Hermione stood by the black flame wall and waited for a while, only to find that Voldemort was not looking at her at all, but was staring at the calm lake in a daze.

... the sword in the stone, heh, the sword in the stone? Voldemort said angrily, what sword in the stone! I almost fell for that old guy's trick!

Lord, lord, master, yes, what's the matter? Quirrell was still in shock, and he really stuttered this time.

It's good that King Arthur pulled out the sword in the stone, but it wasn't it that helped him to the heyday! Voldemort seemed to be explaining, and seemed to be talking to himself, The sword in the stone broke during the duel, Then his close friend and mentor—the wizard Merlin, took him to a lake, and got the 'Sword of the Lake' from the hands of the saint in the lake, that is the real 'Sword of Broken Steel'!

So—that one just now was a fake Philosopher's Stone, but it's really in the lake? Quirrell continued.

Let that stupid little girl stick the Gryffindor sword in the lake! roared Voldemort.

Seeing Quirrell walking towards her, Hermione immediately raised the wand she had just sneaked over to pick up, but she didn't want to be knocked back by Quirrell again. Obviously, she is no match for Quirrell at all.

It seems that the statement that Quirrell was once an outstanding student at Hogwarts is indeed correct.

Levitate into the sky! A simple levitation spell caused Hermione to fly into the air under his control, and then suddenly fell down.

When the edge of the Gryffindor sword touched the lake, Hermione immediately felt unsteady on her feet, and then her whole body was surrounded by ice—she fell into the water!

The surface of the lake gradually churned, and not long after, a red stone flew up from the lake, and Quirrell waved his wand into his hand.

Got it! Got it! This time it's real! Quirrell shouted excitedly.

It's all thanks to that stupid little girl, heh— said Voldemort, what are you waiting for, get out of here! Now!

Hearing this, Quirrell jumped into the water regardless of the turbulent water, and swam towards the door. Not far away, after hearing Voldemort's last words, Hermione finally lost her strength and sank into the water.