Chapter 68 Two-faced Man
After going through many dangers, Harry reached the end alone.
Ron fell on Professor McGonagall's Wizarding Chess board, and Hermione drank one of the potions in the last level and went back to rescue the unconscious Ron, and she also sent a message to Dumbledore and Dracula. Pull the professors and ask them to help Harry in his mission.
Looking at the correct answer to the last level, the smallest bottle, Harry took a deep breath.
"I'm here." He turned around to face the black flames and drank the liquid in the small bottle in one gulp.
The potion penetrated his whole body like ice.
He put down the bottle and walked toward the flames.
The black flames licked Harry's body, but he felt nothing - then he successfully reached the other side and entered the last room.
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Harry saw Quirrell standing in front of a tall ornate mirror, tinkering with something.
He carefully hid under the invisibility cloak, trying to bypass him, get the magic stone first as planned before, and then leave quietly through the invisibility cloak.
"I can feel it...he's coming...Harry Potter...the Boy-Who-Lived..."
Before taking a few steps, Harry was horrified to hear a low, hoarse voice ringing in the quiet room. The voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself, but Quirrell did not speak!
Quirrell suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the door.
"Incarcerous!"
As Quirrell's voice sounded, several ropes jumped out of thin air, covering half of the room, and Harry's position was quickly found.
The next moment, Harry was tied up tightly.
"Invisibility cloak, right? It's such a rare thing." Quirrell smiled, stepped forward and took off Harry's invisibility hood.
Now he doesn't stutter at all, and that cowardly and vulgar expression is gone, replaced by a chilling sneer.
"Hermione is right, all your performances are just disguises!" Harry said bitterly, staring at Quirrell who was standing close in front of him.
"It's such a pity. I thought my acting skills were good enough." Quirrell said, but there was no regret in his tone. "I didn't expect that even Dumbledore and Dracula would doubt me. Even a first grade witch can guess some clues."
"What did you say?!" Harry asked in shock, "Dumbledore and Professor Dracula have already doubted you?"
He couldn't figure out why Quirrell could still serve as an assistant at Hogwarts for so long when the headmaster and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already suspected him.
"Of course, I'm afraid they have been doubting me since the beginning of school." Quirrell sneered, "But they are too arrogant and take it for granted. They dug a big hole for me and wanted to use me to Fish out my master!"
"But I'm afraid they never thought that they would be the ones to blame. I just used some tricks to send Dumbledore to the Ministry of Magic to deal with emergencies; as for Dracula, since he hasn't found out about me yet, Action, I'm afraid he is still in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, hahaha..."
Harry's eyes suddenly widened when he heard Quirrell's words.
Dumbledore did go to the Ministry of Magic, which weighed heavily on him, but that was about it. Because he knows that Professor Dracula is not in the classroom right now!
So where is the professor now? Could he have noticed something was wrong in the penalty area?
Harry's heart was pounding.
He felt that the magic stone could be saved!
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At this time, neither Quirrell nor Harry noticed that there was a very good-looking bat hanging upside down in a dark corner of the room, watching the movements of Harry and Quirrell with a light of interest in its eyes.
Dracula had been here a long time, and he had even arrived a few minutes before Quirrell. He almost enjoyed the entire process of Quirrell and the three little ones completing the level from beginning to end.
When he saw Harry being tied up with ropes, Quirrell showed a completely different arrogance from usual. He moved his wings with interest and subconsciously wanted to take out a lollipop and put it in his mouth.
Then he realized that he was not in human form now, so he folded his wings behind him angrily...
In the final room, Quirrell loosened the ropes that bound Harry and made him stand in front of the Mirror of Erised.
The next moment, Dracula clearly saw that the Philosopher's Stone quietly fell into Harry's pocket.
Harry refused to admit that he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell did not believe it. After a dispute, Quirrell suddenly untied the purple turban on his head.
Where the back of the head should have been, there was an extremely terrifying face. The face was as white as chalk, with bright red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.
'really. ’ Dracula thought to himself, ‘The scar on Quirrell was not caused by the vampire as he said, but the mark left by Voldemort when he was parasitizing. ’
When he was examined by the professors at Hogwarts, Voldemort should have recovered some strength and left Quirrell's body through some unknown method. But even if he leaves, the traces he left will not disappear so easily.
"Harry Potter..." the ferocious face whispered, "Give me the Sorcerer's Stone, don't let your mother die for you in vain."
Harry ignored him, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the door burning with black flames.
What happened next gradually made Dracula a little confused——
At Voldemort's command, Quirrell rushed forward and grabbed Harry's wrist. Immediately afterwards, Harry seemed to feel some pain, shouted loudly, and struggled desperately.
At the same time, however, Quirrell strangely loosened his grip on Harry and arched up in pain. Blisters appeared out of thin air one by one on his fingers!
"Master, I can't hold him...my hand, my hand!" Quirrell groaned in pain.
"Then kill him, trash, act quickly!" Voldemort said in a harsh voice behind Quirrell's head.
Quirrell raised his hands, ready to utter a fatal incantation.
Seeing this scene, Dracula moved his wings slightly, ready to take action at any time.
However, at this moment, Harry instinctively raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face——
The two people screamed at the same time.
Quirrell and Harry's screams were directly stopped by Dracula. He thought that these two people didn't use magic, so why were they suddenly possessed by evil spirits...
Even after living for a thousand years, Dracula had never seen such a strange situation. So he decided not to take action yet and would wait for a while before talking.
Accompanied by ear-piercing screams, Quirrell's body gradually burned red and bubbled until his whole body completely turned into black smoke and dissipated...
At the same time, Harry could no longer bear the severe pain caused by the scar on his forehead and passed out.
Before he passed out completely, he vaguely saw an illusory figure emerging from Quirrell's body, and at the same time, another figure wearing a long black robe jumped over the black flames and walked quickly...
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