Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione swallowed the potion in her mouth and found that it was as cold as ice, and it permeated her body at once.She kept stepping under the high wall of black flames firmly.

For an instant, she seemed to see nothing, and her eyes were completely dark.When she saw the light again, she was stunned.

What kind of magic is it to make a room look like this?

Standing here, it was like standing on a mirror-like calm lake-in fact, her feet were indeed on the surface of the water at this moment, but she didn't fall because of it.

And in the middle of this lake, there is a gray-white rock platform. At this moment, a person is standing on it.

"You!" Hermione couldn't help exclaiming as she looked at the familiar figure from behind.

It wasn't Snape or Voldemort, but the stammering and seemingly timid Defence Against the Dark Arts professor-Quirinas Quillow.

Quirrell still wore his ridiculous headscarf, but since he appeared here, it made Hermione a bit creepy.

Quirrell turned around and smiled at Hermione who looked surprised.

Now his face doesn't twitch at all, and his speech is as smooth and fluent as other people.

"It's me," he said calmly, "I was just wondering if I would meet Potter here. But I think it's not surprising that you—Miss Granger can come here. thing."

"Oh! It's you, it turns out that Snape has been on guard for you! This made Harry mistakenly think that Snape was going to—" Hermione was obviously smarter, and because of Maca, she didn't treat Snape Disgust as big as Harry.

She thought about it carefully, and almost straightened out the cause and effect.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed.This laughter was not his usual sharp tremor, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah! Snape does not look like a good person, does he? He is flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. With him there, who would doubt Poor, what about the Chiloism and the professor who are knotting, knotting, stammering?"

"No, I think Professor Dumbledore noticed it," Hermione resisted the anxiety and fear in her heart, pretending to look down at the lake. "I was right? Professor Dumbledore!"

Quirrell was obviously frightened and his whole body trembled. He took a few steps back tremblingly, his eyes fixed on the lake, but he saw nothing.

"No-impossible!" Quirrell said frantically, "Dumbledore has been tricked into London by me! He can't be here at this time!"

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione continued. She felt that she had been broken by Maca, and she knew how to lie. "I think Professor Quirrell is just a ghost. He must have been tempted, otherwise she will never Do this. After all, it is obviously impossible to steal the Philosopher’s Stone under your protection."

Qi Luo trembled all over, he kept leaning towards the middle of the stone platform while repeatedly saying "impossible".He knew that with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical power, he could come back at any time; or, in fact, Dumbledore hadn't left at all?

"idiot!"

A voice suddenly rang somewhere behind Quirrell, and there was a frightening coldness and ruthlessness in that rough and feeble voice.

"That little girl is lying to you! Dumbledore is not here at all!" the voice growled, "If you dare to run away, I will make you want to die!"

Quirrell was so frightened by the sound that he directly knelt on the ground, trembling all over, begging for mercy.

"Vol, Voldemort!" Hermione said in horror.

"Catch her to me!"

Voldemort roared.

Hermione fell to the ground, but Quirrell didn't care about her anymore, instead following Voldemort's orders, he continued to study the secrets of the room.

"Master, it should be right here," Quirrell said in a low voice, "There is nothing on this platform, only a sword stuck in the ground."

"Pull up the sword!" Voldemort said lowly.

Qi Luo immediately stretched out his hand when he heard the words, grasping the sword inserted in the center of the platform, but couldn't pull it out at all.

"Hmph, let me take a look at it myself." Voldemort snorted and ordered Quirrell.

"But, Master...your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

"This strength...I still have it."

Hermione struggled, but found that she couldn't move at all.She watched Quirrell raise her hand and untie the scarf on his head—what's the matter?The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked strangely small.

"Oh--"

From Hermione’s perspective, it was easy to see that Quirrell had a terrifying face on the back of his head!The color of that face was as pale as chalk, and the red eyes glowed, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

Those eyes swept across Hermione's body, causing her to hold her breath.The next moment, Quirrell turned around.

"Um-oh, yes. Gryffindor's sword, stuck in a rock?" Voldemort's low, hoarse voice revealed a hint of mockery. "Dumbledore's tricks look familiar. "

"Bring that little girl over and let her pull the sword. Here, only she can do this."

"Yes, Master." Quirrell replied carefully.

He walked towards Hermione, violently pulled the rope on her body and dragged her to the Gryffindor sword.

Hermione couldn't help looking at the sword. It was a two-handed cross sword with intricate patterns and a ruby ​​on the hilt, which was shining brightly.It was inserted obliquely on the platform, and it seemed that it was not difficult to pull it out, but Qi Luo did not pull it out with all his strength.

"The sword in the stone?" Seeing this scene, Hermione couldn't help blurting out the guesswork in her heart.

"Hmph, this is just a trick that Dumbledore used to imitate the story of the sword in the stone." Voldemort said disdainfully, "pull it out quickly and complete your task. Don't talk too much."

Hermione bit her lip and said nothing, not moving.

"Quiro!" Voldemort roared when he saw this.

"Yes, Master!" Quirrell pulled Hermione up, waved her wand to loosen the rope on her, and then forced her hand to the hilt.

"Pull! Or, do you want Quirrell to give you an Imperius spell?"

In Voldemort's angry roar, Hermione was really scared—she had never seen such a terrible person.

Moreover, she had seen some information about the Imperius Curse in the notebook about Occlumency that Maca gave to Harry.That is an extremely terrifying spell.It can directly control the human soul, allowing the subject to do anything under the control of others.

Hermione held the hilt with a trembling hand, only to find that the sword was surprisingly light, and she pulled it out with only a little force.And the ground also shattered a lot, exposing a small space below.

"Hahahaha—I saw it, right down below!" Voldemort laughed and said, "Quelow, take it out! It's time for you to do meritorious service!"

Quirrell turned around hurriedly, pushed Hermione's weak body away, and quickly stretched out her hand.

"Oh-the Philosopher's Stone! It's really the Philosopher's Stone! Master, I took it for you!" Quirrell lifted the transparent gem with a reddish color and a little golden glow high up, and lowered his head to let it go. Voldemort could see.

"Hmm--hahaha--well, well done! You will get the reward you deserve." Voldemort looked at the stone happily, the red light in his eyes getting deeper and deeper, "With it, I It will be able to be resurrected perfectly, and come back to this wonderful world with true immortality! Haha — uh —

Halfway through Voldemort's words, she discovered that Hermione jumped up and slapped the stone to the ground.Voldemort forcibly controlled Quirrell's neck and raised it, watching it fall heavily to the ground, but it snapped to the ground.

"No--how could it be! Little girl, I want--" Voldemort's anger reached its extreme, he looked crazy, looked at Hermione, but suddenly stopped what he said.

Hermione drew back quickly in fear. She didn't know where the courage had drove her to do this, but she knew that she was in danger.

But Hermione stood by the black flame wall and waited for a while, only to find that Voldemort was not looking at her at all, but staring at the calm lake in a daze.

"...Sword in the stone, huh, sword in the stone?" Voldemort said bitterly, "What sword in the stone! Almost fooled by that old guy!"

"Lord, lord, lord, yes, what's going on?" Quirrell was in shock, he really stuttered this time.

"King Arthur drew the sword in the stone is not bad, but it helped him to the heyday, but it was not it!" Voldemort appeared to explain, and as if to himself, "The sword in the stone broke during a duel. Then his best friend and mentor, the wizard Merlin, took him to a lake and obtained the'Sword in the Lake' in the hands of the saint in the lake. That is the real'Sacred Sword of Broken Steel'!"

"So—that was a fake Philosopher's Stone just now, really in the lake?" Quirrell answered.

"Let that stupid little girl stick the Gryffindor sword on the lake!" Voldemort shouted loudly.

Seeing Quirrell walking towards her, Hermione immediately raised the wand that Quirrell had just picked up, but didn't want to be knocked into the air by Quirrell again.It was obvious that she was not Quirrell's opponent at all.

It seemed that Quirrell's claim that he was an excellent student at Hogwarts was indeed correct.

"Floating into the air!" A simple floating spell caused Hermione to fly into the air under his control, and then fell suddenly.

When the blade of the Gryffindor sword touched the surface of the lake, Hermione immediately felt unsteady at her feet, and she was immediately surrounded by coldness—she fell into the water!

The surface of the lake gradually churned, and not long after, a red stone flew up from the lake, and Quirrell waved his wand into his hand.

"Got it! Got it! This time it's true!" Quirrell shouted excitedly.

"It's all thanks to that stupid little girl, hum——" Voldemort said, "What are you doing in a daze, get out of here! Right now!"

Hearing this, Qi Luo ignored the turbulent water of the lake. He jumped into the water and swam towards the door.Not far from the side, Hermione finally sank into the water after hearing Voldemort's last words.