Chapter 82 The Killing Curse in the Mirror

The voice continued to speak, but the sound was a little careless and lazy.

"Quirinas, tell me, this magic mirror can reflect people's inner desires. What kind of person can take out the magic stone hidden in it?"

Quirinus Quirrell smiled and said: "Those who don't want it, want to protect it."

The voice sneered: "So, it's really ridiculous. For me, who is good at reading minds and has a closed brain, it's not as easy to temporarily change my thinking."

"Albus Dumbledore! I'm afraid he wants to catch me. He pretends to be deceived and hides behind us. He will appear again when I am most proud."

Quirrell praised: "But your curse is not that simple. If he doesn't take action, the death of the giant spiders will further stimulate the curse. By then everyone will fall into a baby-like sleep. Even if it is solved. Your foreshadowing ——The curse of immortality. After the body of the curse is completely destroyed, the remaining body will become more powerful. The safety of the school and the possibility of resurrecting you will naturally choose the former. But in this case, wait until he is finished. Curse, there is no energy left to prevent us from leaving the castle."

"Oh, Quirinus, I remember you once thought of hinting my existence to Dumbledore."

"I was too stupid. I had no choice in the first place. In the eyes of the great Dumbledore, as long as I have the opportunity to subdue you, what's the pity in sacrificing an insignificant Quirrell?"

"A wise choice. But what a pity. I thought Severus would show up. He was arranged by Dumbledore to deal with you." However, before Quirrell could answer, he said: "Okay, shut up, I It’s about to begin.”

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were blank for a moment.

In the mirror, he was sitting in the principal's office, Bella, Snape and the others were dressed up, and the picture of Dumbledore's head hanging in the air suddenly shattered.

In an instant, he was the only one left.

On the field, Bajir, who listened to all this, did not say anything to stop it. The professors' defenses destroyed the curse's host, the Acromantula.

He just secretly strengthened those magical plants that shined so that the hosts could be controlled instead of destroyed.

Snape, who was mentioned by Voldemort, was sweating profusely, his oily hair was sticky with sweat, his chest was wet, and he was tremblingly climbing the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor.

He has been walking up the stairs for more than ten minutes.

Every time you reach the last section of the stairs, you are redirected to the starting point.

He didn't know what kind of magic it was, and after trying multiple breaking spells, it still didn't work.

It was like he was stuck in a cycle.

This was also what Bajir did, constantly shifting the space in front of Snape so that he could never reach the reality of reaching the fourth floor.

This gave Voldemort time to show off and talk to Quirrell.

After all, it was no longer possible for Voldemort to get the Sorcerer's Stone.

The stone is currently sitting in the vault of Granger's house in Gringotts.

Bagir waved his hand, and the grass on the ground grew longer and gathered, automatically weaving into a green hanging chair.

Then sat on it.

The people around me didn't think this was strange.

With Dumbledore taking action personally, in their opinion, it was only a matter of time before the incident was completely resolved.

Fred and George, who also stayed on the field, played a game of counting fingers out of boredom.

In the castle, Percy, who was so angry that he contradicted the professor before, also began to stare at the magic ceiling in a daze.

They are just a little bored now and a little regretful.

It's a pity that the dark wizard is doing trouble in the Forbidden Forest instead of in the castle.

In this way, they can see with their own eyes the magic of Albus Dumbledore, who is recognized as the greatest and most powerful wizard after a century.

Only the professors were guarding the entrance and exit of the auditorium, nervous.

While preventing Dumbledore from dealing with the curse of the Forbidden Forest, dark wizards launch an attack on the castle.

But in fact, Bagir is not bored.

On the contrary, if you don't pay attention to the people around you, don't treat him as a psychopath.

He was smiling from ear to ear.

Time goes back to one minute ago.

Voldemort saw himself in the mirror.

The one inside is handsome, youthful, gentle, and has the charm to charm a thousand-year-old female ghost.

He saw himself in the mirror. At first he looked disgusted at his current appearance, looking up and down, but after a moment, he suddenly realized it.

In the mirror, he put his hand into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked and put the stone into his pocket again - at this moment, he really felt that something fell into his pocket.

Quirrell shouted: "The Philosopher's Stone! It's in my pocket."

"I know! You idiot!" Voldemort scolded: "I can feel it!"

Then he "lowered" his head, and Quirrell's hand touched his pocket in a very awkward way.

However, what he didn't notice was that the young self in the mirror did not disappear, but raised the wand.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A ray of green light struck towards Voldemort who "lowered" his head.

Quirrell, who raised his head, saw everything, but under Voldemort's control, his body could only scream in panic.

Quirrell's expression froze, and the body lost its life.

However, the body did not fall down. The back of the head, where Voldemort was, instantly collapsed into a black mist, and then recovered again.

Click, click, click!

The head turned 180 degrees, and the back of the head became the face of this body.

Then, the whole body flew back at high speed as if it had lost resistance, and stuck to the ceiling in the corner like a big spider.

These actions took Voldemort less than a second.

"You now have 3 minutes - before your body collapses."

A gentle and clear voice sounded in this room, and the handsome boy walked out of the mirror calmly.

"It's you!" Voldemort was shocked, "You got the Philosopher's Stone! You and Dumbledore started a cooperation!"

He immediately guessed whether the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket was real or fake.

But he came to the wrong conclusion.

"No, Dumbledore doesn't know about my existence." The black-haired boy smiled, and the magic wand spun around his slender fingertips.

"Is this why you dare to abandon the confidence of being an independent Horcrux? Relying on the immortality obtained by the Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort turned into a black mist and fell to the ground again.

He knew that he could not defeat his younger self by himself.

He knew his level at that time.

"Maybe." Riddle raised his eyebrows nonchalantly.

Voldemort took this as a tacit agreement, and he continued to cast magic to distort the magic magnetic field.

He didn't want others to know about the following conversation.

"Dumbledore still lost. Lost to me. I was only seventeen years old, and I was able to steal the Philosopher's Stone right under his nose. And Lucius, he died too easily."

"Tell me, why did you show up. I have a Horcrux, and you can't control me. Do you want to absorb other Horcruxes? Do you want to be complete?"

"You don't know the identity and location of other Horcruxes. Except-"

"Where is the crown? Have you absorbed it?!!"

I just found out that everyone's new book reviews are not visible recently, but they can be seen in the background and have not been deleted.

Because of Qidian, I will release it later.