Chapter 98 Voldemort and Dumbledore

After catching Harry Potter alive, Snape couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Potter, you should still remember how to get to Professor McGonagall's office, right?"

Harry stared at Snape with indignation.

He was worried about the safety of the Philosopher's Stone, but other professors ignored him, especially Professor Snape, who was even holding him back.

Noticed Harry's eyes, Snape's eyes were slightly complicated.

But when he saw Harry's face, Snape felt a little disgusted.

"Let's go!"

Bringing Harry and Ron to Professor McGonagall's office, Snape went forward and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from the office.

Squeak!

Snape pushed the door open and signaled Harry and Ron to go in first with his eyes.

Professor McGonagall was still grading homework.

There are about a thousand students in Hogwarts. Even if each person only submits one paper per week, it is an extremely huge workload.

So the task of grading homework is generally completed by a special magic feather pen, and Professor McGonagall will only pick a few well-written papers.

"Severus?"

Professor McGonagall looked up and saw Harry and Ron, her face immediately turned serious, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, what are you two doing now?"

Professor McGonagall was so angry that her high blood pressure almost broke out.

If she remembered correctly, this was the third time Harry and Ron were caught for a night walk.

The first time was in the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor, and it was Filch who caught them.

The second time was in the Forbidden Forest, and it was Hagrid who sent them back.

The third time... they were caught by Snape again.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what to say.

There were countless little wizards in the school who liked to go out at night, but Professor McGonagall had never seen anyone who was caught every time he went out at night.

He was really addicted to it.

Harry lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed and angry at Snape at the same time. "Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore has left the school, and the attacker will definitely take the opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Dumbledore will deal with the Philosopher's Stone himself."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a sullen face and said seriously, "Didn't I tell you?"

If Professor McGonagall was proficient in Chinese, she would understand that Harry was a typical case of the emperor not being anxious but the eunuch being anxious.

But this was also the result of many factors.

The cold reception in the Muggle world, the identity of the savior, the first night tour was deducted points, the suspicion of others, the sense of justice in his heart...

In short, Harry now wanted to do something that was in line with the identity of the 'savior'.

But his essence - is just an eleven-year-old wizard.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know how to defend himself.

Yes, many people told him that the professors would solve this matter, but he always couldn't help himself.

"Professor McGonagall, I'll leave it to you." Snape smiled slightly, feeling very happy.

"Thank you!" Professor McGonagall nodded.

Snape gave Harry a look that said "May the best of luck" and turned to leave Professor McGonagall's office.

...

On the fourth floor of the castle, in the dark corridor, Quirrell was moving forward slowly step by step.

"Master... Master?"

Quirrel called out tentatively, "Are you still there?"

In the gloomy corridor, no one answered his question.

If you look closely, you will find that Quirrell's body under his cloak has been trembling.

"Alaho!"

Opening the door at the end of the corridor, Quirrell bent down and walked in.

"Awoo! Woof——"

The three-headed dog roared loudly, and the three dog heads bit towards Quirrell at the same time.

Quirrrell hurriedly took out a harp from the pocket that was cast with the space extension spell, and waved his wand to let the harp play automatically.

"Awoo..."

The three-headed dog really fell asleep.

Flipping open the trap door, Quirrell waved his wand and threw out a ball of light.

After seeing the mechanism below clearly, Quirrell jumped down.

The several levels under the trap door were obviously unable to trap an adult wizard like Quirrell. After a little effort, Quirrell came to the last level to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

The Mirror of Erised.

This is a mirror that reaches the ceiling. Quirrell stood in front of the mirror and could see himself in the mirror holding the Philosopher's Stone and looking at himself with a smile.

"Philosopher's Stone! This is the Philosopher's Stone!"

Quirrell was a little crazy. He turned his head and looked at his hands, but found that his hands were empty.

"What the hell is Dumbledore doing?"

Quirrell took out his wand and pointed it at the mirror in a rage, but he was worried that after destroying the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone would disappear with the mirror.

"Master, Master... are you there?"

Quirrell turned around and looked around, "Master, I have found the Philosopher's Stone."

In the empty stone room, only Quirrell's voice echoed back and forth.

"Master... Master, are you... are you still there?"

Quirrell was already a little panicked. Would Voldemort give up on him?

The figure in the mirror suddenly began to change. Quirrell turned around and looked at the mirror. He saw that he was gradually turning into... Dumbledore...?

"Dumbledore!?" Quirrell panicked, took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

Dumbledore walked out of the mirror and looked down at Quirrell.

Quirrell's hood had fallen off, revealing his bare head - not a single hair on it, nor Voldemort's pale face.

"Where is Voldemort?" Dumbledore looked serious.

"I...I don't know..." Quirrell replied tremblingly.

Voldemort did not act with Quirrell at all. After entering Hogwarts Castle, Voldemort separated from Quirrell's body. He asked Quirrell to find the Philosopher's Stone first, as he still had things to do.

Dumbledore sighed and used Legilimency directly.

"Tom...not good!!"

Dumbledore was shocked and had no time to deal with Quirrell. He only waved his wand to tie Quirrell, and then used the 'Patronus' to notify other professors in the castle.

After doing all this, Dumbledore immediately turned around and left quickly.

If Voldemort can possess Quirrell, then he can also possess others.

At this moment, a qualified body was lying in the school doctor's office.

Tony Twain!

"It's over..."

Quirrell was despairing.

Voldemort gave up on him, and Dumbledore caught him... Between these two bosses, Quirrell felt as innocent as a sheep.

When Dumbledore appeared just now, he didn't resist.

I don't know if Dumbledore would take this into account and be more tolerant of him.

"waste……"

Voldemort's angry voice suddenly sounded, and a black mist floated quickly from a distance, and then directly attached to Quirrell's body.

"Master...Master!" Quirrell was so surprised that Voldemort didn't give up on him.

"Get your wand!"

Voldemort's tone was urgent and he shouted with a hint of impatience: "Dumbledore notified the others and used them to get the Sorcerer's Stone!"