Voldemort is in a hurry now!
That kid Ted was right, that old immortal Dumbledore might have noticed it.
You must seize the time to get the magic stone and get out of here!
"Quirrell, cheer up! Grab Longbottom and let him look in the mirror! The Philosopher's Stone is in the mirror! Hurry!" Voldemort said these words through gritted teeth.
However, Professor Quirrell was really depressed. like a statue.
Voldemort alone could no longer control this tattered body.
"Get up! Come on, you loser! Move yourself!"
Voldemort is now not polite to Professor Quirrell, almost treating him as a disposable consumable, which is nothing like his behavior in the Albanian forest.
A perfect scumbag style - once you get it, you won't be surprised.
But what else could Professor Quirrell do? He had given up completely. If he had to die, he might as well save his energy.
However, Voldemort roared angrily, and his whole face struggled hard on the back of Quirrell's head. The edge where the skin of his face connected with the skin of his head was torn open as if it was about to be torn.
"Ah! No! No! Master! I move~ I move~" Quirrell, who originally wanted to lie flat and die, was moved by Voldemort's "painful whip". It's impossible to just lie down and die like this!
With an old face full of wrinkles and tears streaming down his face, Quirrell stumbled up and grabbed Neville who was lying hard on the ground.
"Get up and look in the mirror." Professor Quirrell was a little weak and lacked confidence, looking like he had a weak kidney.
He really felt that he was going to die, that he was going to die. I also felt Voldemort's impatience and indifference.
He is now filled with regret and fear, and is almost going crazy!
Now I can't even think about dying, I have to squeeze out the last value. He is so cruel!
At this time, Neville was unable to move and could only stare at the Mirror of Erised in front of him with wide eyes.
Don't let the Philosopher's Stone appear, don't let the Philosopher's Stone appear, don't let Voldemort get it, don't let Voldemort get it!
Neville shouted crazily in his heart.
However, the opposite happened. The more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
In the mirror, his parents did not appear as before, but himself.
Neville in the mirror smiled, holding an irregular red crystal, stuffed it into his right trouser pocket, patted it, and winked at himself outside the mirror.
Then Neville felt as if there was something heavy in his right trouser pocket.
Oops! Oops! Neville's heart sank.
Just as Voldemort said, the Sorcerer's Stone was indeed hidden in the Mirror of Erised, and Dumbledore also cast a spell to set conditions: only those who want to protect the Sorcerer's Stone rather than use it can get magic from the mirror. stone.
This is a very spiritual setting.
The Mirror of Erised can sense people's inner desires, which ensures that they cannot be deceived by ordinary magic.
And anyone who has any intentions for the Philosopher's Stone will not be able to find the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror.
At least Ted couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror.
Voldemort discovered this and did not immediately kill Neville, the boy who had killed him.
Now, he used Neville to find the Philosopher's Stone!
Ted, who had been hiding for a long time, had already poured himself a bottle of mana potion to restore his magic power - water from the blue bottle, delicious water~
In order to configure this thing, Ted tried four times and exhausted all the medicinal ingredients that Harry "borrowed" from Snape. Finally, with the help of Hermione, Ted successfully configured it, with a total of three bottles. .
At this time, Quirrell tremblingly grabbed the back of Neville's neck, sniffed, and shouted in a resentful tone while crying: "Tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone?!"
"No! There is no magic stone!" Neville retorted.
"Speak quickly! Just say it!" Professor Quirrell felt that his life was draining away, death was approaching, and his mentality was about to collapse.
"No! I didn't see it. Just give up! I just, just saw that I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor!" Neville was still stubborn and even lied clumsily.
However, Voldemort was a master of Legilimency. He could even tell Neville was lying just by the tone of his voice.
"He is lying!" Voldemort said, "Let me come, let me face him!"
Quirrell could only turn around and look at Neville with the back of his head.
Only then did Neville see Voldemort's face head-on. What an ugly face it was. It was like a noseless leather mask stuck to the back of his head. His facial features no longer looked human!
This is the big enemy who killed his parents! Neville mustered up the courage to glare at him.
But it was useless. To Voldemort, Neville's little head was like a safe with no door closed, allowing him to observe at will.
In the three seconds that Neville was disgusted by his face, he discovered Neville's little secret.
"Oh, I found it. It's in his trouser pocket! The Philosopher's Stone is in his right trouser pocket!" Voldemort shouted in surprise.
"No! Not!" Neville shouted, but he was still in a rigid state and couldn't struggle at all.
Voldemort controlled one hand and reached into Neville's trouser pocket...
Ted, who was invisible in the distance, was also anxious, fearing that Voldemort would run away once he got the Sorcerer's Stone. He thought to himself: How long do you have to wait, Dumbledore? !
However, it was as if Dumbledore was not here, there was no movement at all.
"Hey! Professor Quirrell, stop it! Do you still want to help others? Can't you see that Voldemort wants to kill you? He doesn't want you to live at all!" Ted, who was invisible, suddenly shouted.
His voice was indeed useful. Quirrell's outstretched hand suddenly shook, and his whole body froze.
"It's still too late for you to step back from the brink. Dumbledore can definitely save you! You have to think clearly!" Ted continued his psychological offensive.
But Voldemort couldn't listen anymore, "Idiot, what are you hesitating about? Don't believe his lies. Don't resist me! Get the Philosopher's Stone quickly!"
Ted continued to provoke: "Look, he doesn't care about your life or death until now. He only cares about the Sorcerer's Stone~" Unlike me, I only care about geigei~
Professor Quirrell was sweating on his forehead, his eyes were rolling around, and the entire CPU was overloaded.
Voldemort's voice suddenly became gentle: "Quirrell, as long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can be resurrected. By then you will also become my most capable subordinate, and you will not die!"
Voldemort was obviously panicked. He didn't expect Ted to say these words. He hit the nail on the head!
And he clearly felt that Quirrell's mind was wavering!
Damn it, was he really considering betraying himself? ! Damn waste!
"When he forced you to drink unicorn blood, he never thought about letting you survive. You can only rely on Dumbledore! This is the last chance! Professor Quirrell, think clearly!" Ted fanned the flames frantically. Very loud.
damn it! All deserve to die!
At this time, his soul was in pieces, and Voldemort, who was in a severely disabled state, was about to explode with anger.
He didn't care to argue with Ted about Quirrell's life or death, after all, he really didn't care about Quirrell's life or death.
He squeezed Quirrell's magic power again, and then forcibly took over Quirrell's body, controlling Quirrell to reach for the magic stone in Neville's trouser pocket.
"Ah~~~"
Quirrell let out the most miserable scream ever. The scream was as terrifying as if someone had torn him in half.
His hand reached into Neville's trouser pocket in a twisted posture, and his whole body shook like a disco.
At this time, Quirrell's face was twisted into a ball, his eyes rolled up from left to right, and his saliva was flowing out! He was screwed by Voldemort.
Ted couldn't just rely on his words. He took out two pills from his pocket, hid in the dark and threw them out.
