Chapter 145 Absurd and Funny and Clumsy Drama

A giant mirror towers over the end of the level.

The gilt mirror frame is supported by two claw-like feet, and its height almost touches the ceiling.

—Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell rubbed his hands and walked around the mirror, "Are you sure Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone in?"

Anton walked in slowly through the gate. He didn't know when he put on a loose wizard robe. The huge hood covered his head, and a metal mask was faintly exposed in the hood.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Quirrell looked at Anton in amazement, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Anton ignored him, leaned gently against the wall next to the entrance, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at him coldly.

"It's ridiculous to hide your head and show your tail!" Quirrell sneered. "The Dark Lord is about to be resurrected. We won't need any disguise. We will walk in front of everyone with our heads held high, making everyone fear us."

hehe.

is it?

As far as Voldemort is concerned, how dare his Death Eaters do this?

One by one is not hiding their heads and showing their tails.

"Quickly tell me how to crack this mirror. I want to take out the Philosopher's Stone from it and present it to the master." Quirrell tapped on the mirror with his hand, and then groped on the frame.

"How do I know." Anton's dull voice came from the mask, "You are a professor officially hired by Dumbledore. You came from Ravenclaw. You have profound knowledge and solid theory. You ask me?"

Quirrell took it as a compliment, and happily tapped and touched the mirror, "Yes, I can just rely on me, what can you understand."

Voldemort let out a sneer.

Anton said this to Voldemort.

You always talk about how powerful you are, now Dumbledore's mirror is here, can you crack it for me?

You don't say you have nothing to do, do you?

Coincidentally, Lao Fu really had no choice.

So he kept quiet obscenely, creating a sense of mystery. However, the anxious breath of soul fluctuations could not be hidden from Anton.

At this moment, there was a sound outside the flames of the gate.

"You go and save Ron...grab a couple of broomsticks from the room where the keys are flying...go straight to the owl's shack and send Hedwig to deliver a message to Dumbledore, we need him to the rescue. I may be able to Hold Snape back..."

"But Harry... what if You-Know-Who is with him?"

"I got away with it once before, remember?... Maybe I can turn danger into luck."

"Ha~ha!" Quirrell laughed, "Harry Potter?"

"It's a stroke of luck, Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter, all here."

Then, Harry walked in, and Quirrell began to tell Harry about all the bad things he had done at Hogwarts.

Just one theme, Snape is the good guy and I'm the fucking bad guy.

understand? Bad guy, me!

Anton rolled his eyes wordlessly. How stupid is he to take all the blame on himself and try his best to clear Snape's name when nothing is settled?

Do you really think that Dumbledore was tricked by a letter to go to London, and it will take a long time to come back, just dawdling here to chat?

Sure enough, the villain died of talking too much.

Forget it, just talk about it if you like, because I was going to die anyway.

Although Anton couldn't see Dumbledore, he knew very well that Dumbledore didn't go to London at all.

Just in school, not going anywhere. And it is extremely possible, right now by my side.

There is no need for precise predictions, I have already agreed with Lao Deng.

Lao Deng carefully arranged this situation, and he wanted to see how it was said in the prophecy that Harry Potter would kill Voldemort, and whether it could completely wipe out Voldemort.

If not, take the opportunity to observe what happened to Voldemort and why he couldn't be killed.

This is outrageous, Dumbledore is extremely proud, boasting that there are few people in this world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, why can't he kill a single person?

Snapped.

Quirrell snapped his fingers handsomely.

Countless ropes bound Harry and pulled him to the mirror.

"Help me quickly, I see the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Then Quirrell started talking about how he was afraid of the master, how he was persuaded by the master, and how he brought the master to Hogwarts.

Finally, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore and screamed in his hat, "Use that boy!"

Quirrell looked back quickly, staring at Anton.

"Idiot, using Harry Potter!"

"Oh." Quirrell quickly pulled Harry to the mirror, "Quick, take a good look."

Harry stared blankly at the mirror, then touched the pocket of his trousers quietly, there was a big bulge there, then he swallowed, and blankly told Quirrell that he found nothing.

Snapped!

Quirrell pushed him, ready to start thinking for himself.

To be honest, Anton almost couldn't stand it anymore.

Just this IQ, sigh, destroy it!

Finally, Lao Fu asked Quirrell to untie the scarf and handle it by himself.

Then Harry turned and ran, and Quirrell grabbed it, and there were a lot of blisters on his palm as if it had been burned.

Then, Quirrell threw Harry down and grabbed Harry, trembling with pain, "Master, I can't hold him, my hand..."

Voldemort couldn't hold back anymore, "Idiot, use a spell!"

Oh, Quirrell finally realized that he was a wizard, and he frantically drew the wand in the wizard's robe. Then Harry touched his face, and Quirrell rolled over in pain. Harry reacted and grabbed his bare arm.

Quirrell screamed in pain, and Voldemort screamed for Quirrell to kill Harry.

Everything was like an absurd, funny and clumsy drama, Anton curled his lips, he couldn't watch it anymore.

Flying dragon riding face, dear, do you know what flying dragon is riding face?

Isn't it funny that you, a professor with good strength, let such a little first-year wizard almost die by touching him at close range?

What about the rope you use to cast silent spells without a wand?

Anton suddenly didn't want to kill Quirrell anymore. This guy looked like he was here to make a joke. Choosing such a person as an opponent would make him look very unstyled.

Anyway, very speechless.

Anton could bear it, but Dumbledore couldn't.

Quirrell had already grasped his wand with great difficulty. In the eyes of wizards, this was equivalent to a Muggle grasping a gun, and life and death were in an instant.

Lao Deng quickly appeared, and directly blasted Quirrell into the sky with a spell.

Harry Potter was also stunned.

Snapped!

Quirrell was stuck on the wall, and his whole body suddenly became scorched black, as if cracks of magma appeared on his body. "I..." He stared blankly at the cracks on his body, looked at his hands, and finally turned into a shrill cry.

Ashes to ashes.

Anton looked at all this curiously. He didn't know if this was Lily's blood relative curse counterattack to Quirrell, a temporary Horcrux, or Dumbledore roasted Quirrell.

It's all possible!

At this moment, Dumbledore's face was so cold that he didn't look like a good person.