Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 Voldemort Appears (Subscribe)

Chapter 181 Voldemort Appears (Subscribe)

"Yes, it's you?" Harry was stunned, and at the same time he felt the pain from the scar, he looked at Quirrell in surprise and said, "Why is it you, it's obviously Snape..."

"Hahahaha." Quirrell laughed, but it sounded gloomy, and he said to Harry, "He does look like a bad guy."

"And he's here..." Quirrell also had a smile in his eyes when he said this, "Why, how could someone doubt, doubt, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

"He stutters and is timid..." Quirrell laughed when he said this.

"But that Quidditch match...and that night..." Harry recalled all the things that made him doubt Snape.

When Quirrell heard Quidditch, he showed an impatient expression, but then he immediately said, "No kid, that's because I wanted to kill you..."

Ash, who was hiding in the corner, was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't help feeling like Hagrid when he heard Quirrell's words...

"If it wasn't for Snape's cloak to catch fire." Chirrell paused, his eyes turned dark: "You would have lost your life long ago."

"No matter how much he recites the counter-curse, he won't be able to save you."

Quirrell gritted his teeth and said, "It's even more so after Halloween... If it wasn't for that damned Professor Embers..." As he spoke, he stomped his feet viciously: "You have already turned into a meatloaf."

"You put the troll in?" Harry was stunned, "Then you did it for the Philosopher's Stone?!"

"So clever, Harry Potter..." Quirrell muttered, "Snape has never trusted me since then, he has been staring at me..."

"But he doesn't know." Quirrell turned his face away when he said this, leaving only the back of Harry's head, "He doesn't know, I'm not alone..."

His voice trailed off, and his eyes returned to the mirror.

"Idiot...Harry Potter..."

Suddenly, a gloomy voice echoed in the hall, and with the sound, Harry's forehead hurt again, and he covered his forehead and looked at Quirrell.

And Quirrell turned around quickly and looked at Harry and said, "Come here!"

"Except you..."

"Disarm!" Before Harry finished speaking, Quirrell's wand was faster, and he sent Harry's wand flying as soon as he cast a spell. At the same time, he continued to point his wand at Harry and said, "Come here, Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at the flying wand, he could only lower his head obediently, and then walked towards Quirrell step by step.

And Ash looked at this scene. Although his wand had been drawn out, he was even more curious about what happened next. He could guess that Voldemort must use Harry Potter to obtain the Sorcerer's Stone...

But in what way?

"Tell me, what did you see?" Quirrell asked viciously, staring at Harry closely, pointing his wand at his forehead.

In the mirror, Harry saw himself holding the Philosopher's Stone. He looked at Harry with a smile, and then put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

Following his actions, Harry felt his trouser pocket sink, and he knew without touching it that it was the Philosopher's Stone...

Ash also discovered something at this very moment, he felt a faint soul transfer from the mirror to Harry...

Interesting... Ash nodded curiously. At the same time, he also saw Harry's suddenly bulging pocket. Ash, who knew the Philosopher's Stone, could recognize that shape at a glance.

"Say it!" Quirrell shouted, "What did you see?" He didn't seem to notice the change in Harry, he was still immersed in the illusion of the mirror just now.

"I, I saw, I saw that I became the president of the student union, and then, and then I was holding the Quidditch championship trophy." Harry stammered, it was obvious that the lie he made up in a short time did not Quirrell didn't believe it.

"You liar!" cried Quirrell, raising his wand to strike.

"Get out of the way! Let me tell..." The gloomy voice came again, and Quirrell immediately said in panic: "Master, you haven't recovered yet..."

"To deal with this matter, enough..."

Quirrell heard that under the "all eyes", he finally took off the thick turban on his head, and then turned around silently to reveal a face on the back of his head.

Harry swore it was the scariest thing he had ever seen.

Ash also swears that this is the worst thing he's ever seen... Lord Voldemort imprints his face on the back of someone else's head...

"Harry Potter, we meet again..." said the face.

"Voldemort?!" Harry said, obviously recognizing the owner of the face.

"That's right..." Voldemort said slowly, "Look what I've become..."

"A soul without a body," said Voldemort slowly. "There is only one thing that can solve this problem..."

"And it's in your pocket..."

Voldemort looked slowly into Harry's pocket.

"catch him!"

When Harry heard it, he hurried up the stairs to get his wand.

With a flick of Quirrell's wand, a circle of flames ignited immediately, and the flames surrounded Harry so that he could neither pick up the wand nor come here immediately.

"Why are you so stupid?" Voldemort asked, "Take refuge in me, and I can spare your life..."

"Don't you!" cried Harry, pulling off his tattered robes, and taking the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket. "Here it is!"

"Hahaha, as reckless as your parents..." Voldemort said, "That's how your parents died under my wand..."

"Tell me, Harry." Voldemort didn't know if he was interested, he didn't ask Quirrell to take the Philosopher's Stone, he just said: "Do you still want to see your parents, Harry?"

"You and I cooperate...they can bring them back to life..." Following Voldemort's words, Harry also saw his parents in the magic mirror, and they were looking at him with a smile.

"You have to understand that what is false will always be false... the true will always be true."

Suddenly, the words flashed through Harry's mind.

"Desire is a demon that devours human nature."

Those cold words seemed to be right in front of his eyes. These words brought Harry back to his senses. He immediately put the Philosopher's Stone back in his pocket and continued: "Don't even think about it, I won't cooperate with you, forever!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Voldemort smiled darkly, and he said slowly, "Kill him...and then give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Awada..."

"Avada Kedavra!" came a voice that was much clearer than Quirrell.

An emerald-green spell shot out of the shadows and flew toward Quirrell.

Quirrell's reaction was quick, and he avoided the death-killing curse by turning around. Instead, he looked at the figure gradually walking out of the corner with dreadful eyes.

"Ash Embers..." Voldemort gritted his teeth and said Ash's name.

"Long time no see..." Ash said as he walked up to Harry, and he stretched out his hand to protect Harry behind him.

He looked at Voldemort and the Mirror of Erised behind him and nodded, "Maybe, never see you again?"

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(End of this chapter)