Time flew by during the Q&A between Tiera and Dumbledore.
About forty minutes later, when the teapot had reached its bottom, only half a piece of strawberry cake remained on the dessert stand.
In this Mirror of Erised space, because she didn't have to worry about gaining weight, Tiera ate with all her heart.
Finally, Tiera saw a disheveled Harry appearing at the basement entrance on the other side of the mirror.
"Yes, it's you!" Harry looked at Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised in shock, "No, no, how is this possible? How could it be you?"
"You can't think of it, right?" Quirrell turned around with a gloomy face, "With Snape here, who would doubt it? But, where is poor Professor Quirrell?"
Tiera could see from Harry's face that Harry couldn't believe it at all.
"But, but Snape wants to kill me!"
"No, no, no, it was me who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed In fact, as long as I hold on for a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting countercurses beside him to save your life, I would have killed you long ago. Fallen to death."
"Snape wants to save me?" Harry couldn't believe it.
"You see, how terrible preconceptions are." Dumbledore, sitting on the other side of the mirror, said to Tiera with a smile.
Tiera didn't know how to answer, so she could only shrug.
"He is exactly the same as James in this respect." Dumbledore whispered again.
"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly across the mirror, "Why do you think he would be the referee for your second match? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. It's ridiculous... In fact, he didn't have to do this. Thoughts. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore here. The other teachers thought Snape was trying to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular... But it was all a waste Time, no matter what, I will definitely kill you tonight."
Quirrell snapped his fingers. Soon enough, a few ropes jumped out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.
"You are too nosy to be allowed to live anymore, Potter. You were wandering around the school on Halloween night, and I knew right then and there that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone."
"Did you let that troll in?"
"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls. You must have seen how I taught that guy in the room over there? Unfortunately, when everyone was rushing around looking for the trolls, , Snape, who had already been suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me... Not only did my troll not kill you, but even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg. Break."
"Well, just wait, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."
Only then did Harry notice what was standing behind Quirrell. It's the Mirror of Erised.
"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his hand along the surrounding frame. "Only Dumbledore can come up with such a thing, but he is in London at the moment. By the time he comes back, I will have left long ago!"
The only solution Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking so that he wouldn't focus on the magic mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..."
Harry spoke rashly.
"That's right." Quirrell said lazily, turning behind the magic mirror to check. "He had already set his sights on me and wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had been doubting me. He wanted to scare me. Me, but how can he scare me? Voldemort is my backer!"
Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into it.
"I saw the Philosopher's Stone! I am dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"
Harry tried desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they were getting tighter and tighter. He must stop Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.
"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."
"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said nonchalantly. "Oh my God, of course he hates you. He and your father were at Hogwarts together, didn't you know that? They hated each other and they had nothing in common. Dai Tian. But he never wants you to die."
"But I heard you crying a few days ago, and I thought Snape was threatening you..." A tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face for the first time.
"Sometimes," he said, "I find it difficult to follow the orders of my master, who is a great wizard, and whose strength I am so feeble."
"You mean, it was him who was in the classroom with you?" Harry asked in surprise.
"No matter where I go, he is with me." Quirrell said calmly. "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a silly young man with a ridiculous idea of good and evil. idea. It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power... Since then, I have served him loyally, but I also have I've let him down many times. He's always been very hard on me."
Quirrell suddenly shuddered and said: "He never forgives my mistakes easily. He was very unhappy when I failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. He punished me... and decided to be closer from now on. Keep an eye on me..."
"Damn it, is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" Quirrell cursed in a low voice.
"What's going on with this mirror? What function does it have? Help me, Master!" Quirrell has become a little crazy.
At this time, another voice suddenly came from the small basement, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.
"Use...use that boy," the voice said.
Harry looked around in horror.
"Potter! Come forward!" Quirrell waved his hand, and the rope binding Harry pushed Harry to the mirror.
At this time, Dumbledore, who had been sitting in his chair, stood up and took out a red irregular gem from the wizard's robe.
Dumbledore bent down and gently tapped the spot where Harry was standing in the mirror.
The red gem disappeared and appeared in Harry's pocket.
Tiera frowned.
Because he discovered... that ruby... was not the one he put in Hagrid's pocket...
