Chapter 34 Passing through the trap door

Brian gave Malfoy the book he had been holding, winked at him, and followed Quirrell silently.

He followed Quirrell into his office, which was dark and cold.

"Professor Quirrell, how can I help you?" Brian said softly.

"I got rid of Dumbledore tonight." Quirrell said in a feverish tone, "We can go get the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Should I go too?" Brian said softly.

"That's right, I'm not sure I can solve Dumbledore's level." Quirrell said coldly.

"Can I do that?"

"Ah, I'm not sure, so I will bring a few more people." Quirrell grinned. He stepped aside, allowing him to see the unconscious people behind him: Neville Longbottom and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

"They are..." Brian twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, Brian, since you told me that Dumbledore brought the Mirror of Erised to Hogwarts..." Quirrell said softly, "Of course the master of the Mirror of Erised knows that it can reflect the desires of the human heart. mirror."

"When the master heard the news, he knew Dumbledore's plan. Maybe you don't know, but as an old enemy, the Dark Lord knows Dumbledore very well."

"Ah, combining the Mirror of Erised is nothing more than a few tests." Quirrell continued, "For example, only those with pure hearts can see it, only those who don't desire the magic stone can get it, or only mudbloods can find it... "

"Yes, yes, the master understands Dumbledore and his pretentious and hypocritical style..."

"Let the master be so close to the Philosopher's Stone but never get it..." Quirrell said admiringly, "This is Dumbledore's bad taste, and the master is deeply impressed by it..."

"So you screened out a few people who might get the Philosopher's Stone from it?" Brian murmured. He didn't expect that telling Chiloeris about the Magic Mirror would have such consequences. God knows, he originally only planned to provide some important information to gain more trust.

"Yes." When he mentioned this, Quirrell looked proud, "I carefully selected the two of them."

"Neville Longbottom, as a pure blood, with a pure heart, should be said to be mentally retarded, and a Gryffindor. Perhaps Dumbledore will have a special preference for this academy."

"Justin Finch-Fletchley was a filthy Mudblood. Dumbledore knew that the Dark Lord would never accept a Mudblood as a servant."

"Of course, there is you, Foley, brave and ambitious. Most importantly, you know the Philosopher's Stone, but you have no desire for it." Quirrell stared into Brian's eyes.

Brian suddenly understood what his problem was.

He has always maintained a state of Occlumency in front of Quirrell, hiding his true plans and thoughts. But for some trivial things, he couldn't and didn't need to hide them in every possible way.

He had indeed never longed for the Philosopher's Stone. First, because he knew that he could not get the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore, so he gave up his thoughts early on. The second is that he has confidence in himself. He is not very interested in the magic stone, which has sequelae of immortality. It is really not possible. Maybe he can make a homemade magic stone in the future. He has this confidence because he has a system.

In order to win the Dark Lord's trust, he has always shown his true thoughts: he has no desire for the Philosopher's Stone.

"This is not in line with your ambition, Foley." Quirrell stared at him and said.

Brian smiled and said: "Because I know that I can't get it. Moreover, I am still young and have no shortage of money. I can't use the magic stone now."

Quirrell nodded, looked away, and seemed to believe what he said: "So, you are the one with the greatest hope. Only those who know the Sorcerer's Stone but have no desire for it can get the Sorcerer's Stone. What a perfect setting. It fits Dumbledore’s ideas very well.”

Brian could only smile, thinking that none of your guesses were correct.

It's really dangerous tonight.

Although he gave Harry some psychological hints, he was not sure whether Harry could seize the opportunity. Success in the original work largely depends on luck.

And if Brian has to participate in the plot tonight, things may develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Brian watched Quirrell point his wand at the two unconscious little wizards, making them float lightly, feeling a little worried in his heart. He secretly used up two witness points, adapting to his own changes.

"Actually, I originally wanted to catch Harry Potter. He is the one most likely to get the Sorcerer's Stone." Quirrell murmured, "The master stopped me because that boy made the master very afraid and said Maybe Dumbledore will have some plans for him..."

"I finally sent Dumbledore to the United States, but I didn't want to trigger something that would cause him to suddenly go back."

"America?" Brian asked. In the original work, it’s clearly the Ministry of Magic!

"Ah, yes, I originally wanted to send him to the Ministry of Magic." Quirrell said coldly, "But the master said it was too close and could easily lead to bad things. I used the Imperius Curse on the guy from the American Wizards Association. , he is Dumbledore’s good friend, and it really took me a lot of effort to defeat him.”

"He's probably on his way there now. It's such a long distance, and even if he has a phoenix, he can't reach it all at once."

Brian closed his eyes, knowing that Dumbledore was unreliable.

So if Harry could be prevented from entering the trap door tonight, Brian would be safe. Knowing that he can't get the Philosopher's Stone, the Dark Lord will probably just instruct Quirrell to escape and then find another way, and he will definitely need the help of Brian or the Foley family.

But if Harry enters the trap door like in the original book, Brian will be in danger of confronting Voldemort. This would be too unexpected.

"Draco, you must give me some strength." Brian said secretly in his heart.

He should be able to understand the message he left behind.

…

Malfoy watched Brian being taken away by Quirrell and muttered in confusion: "Did Brian commit something again?"

"By the way, Quirrell's expression tonight is a bit scary." He couldn't help but shudder, feeling a little chilly.

Without thinking anything, he led Crabbe and Goyle towards the common room.

Back in the common room, Malfoy slumped down in the soft armchair and placed the book that Brian handed him on the table.

He didn't know what happened to Brian, and he had no idea what to do, so he started thinking about how to catch Potter and the others.

Crabbe patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the book and said, "There are words on it."

"Huh?" Malfoy Brian handed him the book. Under the glowing green light, a line of green writing gradually appeared on the cover. It was scrawled on it:

"Look for Snape, tonight, in the right corridor on the fourth floor."

"Looking for Professor Snape? Tonight, the right corridor on the fourth floor is the forbidden corridor?" Malfoy pondered.

"Wait a minute, I remember when we were in the lobby, Potter and the others said 'right side of the fourth floor'! Could it be the right corridor of the fourth floor?" He jumped up with an excited expression on his face.

"Brian asked me to report that Potter and the others are going to break into the right corridor of the fourth floor tonight!" He clapped his hands.

"Really...how dare they?" Malfoy walked around excitedly, "Walking around in the middle of the night and sneaking into forbidden areas. The dean can definitely use this crime to drive Potter and the others out of Hogwarts!"

"Haha, Potter's Hogwarts career is going to end tonight!" He pulled Crabbe and Goyle out and walked out.

"Brian is a good friend. He is indeed on my side."

The three of them walked straight to Snape's office, and Malfoy took the step of not recognizing his relatives.

No one understands his pride!

Knocking on the door, Malfoy waited for a long time and thought to himself: "Hey, no one is here?"

The office door was locked and he waited boredly.

…

Brian followed Quirrell to the right corridor on the fourth floor.

The two of them were one behind the other, and there were two corpse-like bodies floating next to them. It was a very strange situation.

I don't know if Quirrell did it on purpose, but Brian saw Justin's feet bumping against the steps, making a tooth-wrenching "thud" sound.

But even so, Justin showed no sign of waking up.

Quirrell unlocked the door and faced the big three-headed dog. The big dog's three heads barked wildly.

He threw Brian a harp and said, "Play a tune. The dog will fall asleep when he hears the music."

Brian took the harp, and a familiar feeling came over him. The fingertips gently slide over the strings, and a bright and melodious minor tune flows out from the fingertips. The original person learned the harp, and this skill has not been abandoned.

The big dog drooped his eyelids when he heard the first note, and soon fell to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

"Don't stop." Quirrell ordered, and opened the trap door under the big dog.