Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 193 The reason why Dumbledore couldn’t come

Time: 6 o'clock.

The last room in the forbidden area of ​​Hogwarts.

Quirrell, who looked frightened and was thin, kept tapping a tall mirror with his wand, as if checking something.

While inspecting, Quirrell kept standing sideways, looking at the Mirror of Erised and the entrance with his peripheral vision.

But even though he was so careful, he still had no time to react.

A noble and peaceful voice suddenly sounded.

This phoenix flies too fast! And invisible!
"Phoenix! Dumbledore!" Quirrell shouted.

A fiery red, beautiful bird appeared out of nothingness, and before Quirrell heard the sound, it pounced on the back of Quirrell's head and sank into it.

Veins appeared all over Quirrell's body, just like the unicorn that died tragically before.

He helplessly uttered a few incoherent sounds, then fell on his back in front of the mirror.

Harry gasped and emerged from the black flames. He could no longer maintain the Disillusionment Charm.

He could not have imagined that the red spark, the spell used by first-year students to seek help, would turn into a physical phoenix in his hands!
Quirrell had fainted and his body was twitching from time to time, but Harry understood that the real opponent had not yet appeared.

He held his breath and stared in Quirrell's direction without saying a word.

Finally, a cold and painful scream came from Quirrell's body, along with the black mist that separated from the back of Quirrell's head - forming a human face, it was Voldemort!
"Harry Potter...well, you are very patient" Voldemort whispered.

Harry held his wand, ready for another shot.

"Almost 11 years have passed, and you were still a little boy the last time." Voldemort said.

"What? You told me about your family affairs. Are you asking for mercy?"

"Repent, Voldemort, before you end." Harry's wand tip was always facing the black mist that Voldemort turned into.

"Harry, it's a pity that you can't kill me."

"I am also a victim. Look what I have become because of you! Only shadow and vapor are left... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... But there are always some people who are willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Over the past few weeks, unicorn blood has restored some of my strength... You saw Quirrell drink my blood that day in the forest... Once I got my hands on the elixir , I can re-create my own body... You should understand my purpose... It's really amazing. I'm afraid you already knew something was wrong with Quirrell... However, Quirrell is only forced. If you insist on Against me, you will kill an innocent life...and you will not be able to hurt me." Voldemort said brokenly.

"Oh, you want to threaten me with the life of Quirrell, a wizard who killed unicorns? When you killed my parents?" Harry said expressionlessly, "If that's all, let me see What you call can’t hurt me!”

"Well, Harry Potter, I thought you were just an ordinary baby who was lucky enough to be saved by your mother's sacrifice."

"But I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Why do you want to be my enemy for the life of a Muggle witch? Come, if you don't stop me from getting the Philosopher's Stone, I promise that after I am resurrected, I will share the world with you... I can also give you the secret of my immortality... We have a common enemy - Dumbledore... He fears and suppresses wizards with extraordinary talents like us... He threatened me by burning my toys when I was an orphan and showed extraordinary talents... And when facing you - Harry Potter, he deliberately disappeared and wanted us to kill each other." Voldemort said in a low voice. "Oh, why don't you call my mother Mudblood? People like you call my mother by the name. Why, facing the threat of life, you don't even dare to call her by that name." Harry smiled sarcastically, completely unmoved.

"No, I wouldn't call a witch who gave birth to a powerful wizard like you... and a witch who harmed me so much... I don't really believe in the pure-blood theory... I'm just a mixed-blood... Harry, That's how we imagined it." Voldemort said glibly, and a flattering smile appeared on his face made of black mist.

"That's disgusting." Harry looked disgusted.

But he didn't dare to really take action. He didn't know what Voldemort had in store and whether Quirrell would really die from his attack.

Draco might be called an idiot for saying this, but he still wasn't ready to take the life of a possibly innocent person.

Harry gradually became a little anxious, but he still kept a poker face. He couldn't let Voldemort see it - it took so long, it was more than ten minutes after six o'clock, why didn't Dumbledore come?

Could he really be like Voldemort and just want to trick himself into dying with Voldemort?

While Voldemort continued to slander Dumbledore and extend invitations to Harry Potter from time to time, Harry did not notice that the fog that Voldemort represented gradually began to thin.

"Harry Potter... why don't you look here." Quirrell's body, which had just been lying on the ground, suddenly stood upright, like a roly-poly regaining its balance, but his back was turned to Harry.

Quirrell raised his hand and took off the scarf on his head. The big scarf fell down. Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face, a hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Then, the sound of clicking continued, and Quirrell's hands and feet turned over directly. Voldemort, who was inhabiting Quirrell's body, seemed to have become the real master of this body.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Quirrell's surprisingly small head.

"Harry Potter, I need you to do something... Otherwise, Quirrell's life will be at risk... I know you don't dare to do it... I know you are just stalling for time... Don't wait, Dumbledore won't The meeting is coming, I'm afraid he won't come back until tomorrow... I prepared a reason for him that he won't be able to leave even if he knows my actions." Voldemort let out a harsh laugh.

"Reason, what reason?" Harry raised his wand and continued to stall for time.

"Oh, you still want to delay? You are as naive as your mudblood mother... If you use the same red sparks as you used on the troll, I'm afraid I can only leave... But you are too stupid... You still want to keep it Quirrell's life?... Now we have plenty of time... It's Grindelwald and I sent a wand to Nurmengard... As much as I hate to admit it, Dumbledore probably thinks he's more dangerous than me ." Voldemort looked at Harry mockingly.

"Who is Grindelwald?" Harry wanted to repeat his old trick and delay again.

Voldemort was obviously a little impatient. He pointed his wand at Quirrell's body, and then a huge wound appeared that did not affect Voldemort's movement.

"You can delay a little longer and see if Quirrell's life can bear it."

At the same time, Snape, who was informed by Goyle, was stopped by Dumbledore behind the black flames.

In the Mirror of Erised, the "Philosopher's Stone" has already lit up, recording everything.

(End of this chapter)