Chapter 95 Voldemort's Plan

Entering the last room of the restricted area, Harry saw Snape standing alone in front of a mirror, and his breathing became rapid.

Harry screamed in his heart... He guessed right, Snape was stealing the Philosopher's Stone, he was right!

But why didn't Professor McGonagall and Rolf trust him and his keen intuition?

Snape turned around and stared at Harry with a dull face.

"Potter... why are you here..."

"Your theft of the Philosopher's Stone has been exposed! Stop it, Snape, there are Aurors outside!" Harry shouted bluffingly.

"Aurors..." Snape's dull face finally changed and became terrified.

Harry was very relieved. Snape usually looked at him with three points of ridicule, three points of disdain and four points of disgust at the corners of his mouth.

Now that he was caught by him, he finally couldn't maintain that hateful look of "looking at an idiot".

This change in mood made Harry feel good. What could be better than sending the annoying teacher to Azkaban with your own hands?

At this moment, Harry felt that he had won, especially when Professor Quirrell walked in, and he felt more confident.

Snape seemed to want to raise his wand, but Quirrell was faster. He raised his wand, and a rope appeared out of thin air, tightly wrapped around Snape.

Snape fell to the ground, and his wand fell. Harry stepped forward, kicked the wand away, punched him in the face, and then kicked him twice.

"Helping You-Know-Who to steal the Philosopher's Stone... you damn guy... despicable thing... wizards who help You-Know-Who are beasts..." Harry cursed.

"Okay... Harry... stop cursing..." Quirrell stuttered, feeling a little uncomfortable, and whispered:

"We'd better look for the Philosopher's Stone, don't let Snape steal it..."

Hearing this, Harry quickly got up and looked for the Philosopher's Stone in the room, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

He suddenly looked at the big mirror in the room and whispered:

"Professor Quirrell, this is the Mirror of Erised. I heard Professor Dumbledore mention it... It can show what you think in your heart."

Harry thought quickly, and suddenly he had an idea, and said:

"If I think about finding the Philosopher's Stone in my heart, and then look at the magic mirror, I can see the scene of myself finding the Philosopher's Stone in the magic mirror... Can I know where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden?!"

After Harry finished speaking, he walked to the mirror without waiting for Quirrell to answer. He saw a strange picture in the mirror:

He reached into his pocket and took out a dull dark red stone...

Just then, Harry felt that something appeared in his pocket out of thin air, heavy, like a stone!

Harry searched his pocket and said in great surprise: "I found the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrel looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at the stone in his hand. He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Give it to me... Harry..."

Harry hesitated.

"Give it to me...quickly...Harry, it's not safe for you to hold it, I'm a professor." Quirrell urged.

He strode over and stretched out his right hand, and Harry also let go of his hand, and the Philosopher's Stone fell into Quirrell's palm. Quirrell raised the Philosopher's Stone and looked at the stone obsessively, which scared Harry a little.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just happy." Quirrell took back his hand and laughed, "Harry Potter, you really helped me a lot...Thank you!"

Quirrel suddenly stopped stuttering, no longer had the cowardly look before, and became full of energy.

"Professor Quirrell...you..." Harry looked at Quirrell's appearance and was a little scared. He began to stutter, swallowed his saliva and said, "Shall we send the Philosopher's Stone to the principal's office now?"

"Kid, what are you doing stupid?" Quirrell smiled brightly, "I got the Philosopher's Stone, how could I return it to Dumbledore?"

Harry's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his body, which had just relaxed slightly, tightened again, and his heartstrings were even more so.

Under Harry's puzzled gaze, Quirrell said word by word with a ferocious face:

"I have been working hard to steal the Philosopher's Stone all along! Whether it's stealing the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts or letting the troll in on Halloween..."

Harry was struck by lightning and no longer had any joy. He even had cold hands and feet. He said in disbelief:

"Snape is your accomplice?!"

"Accomplice? Harry, you are so silly and cute. I like you more and more." Quirrell couldn't help laughing and said, "Little wizards are likable because they are stupid, right? Scamander is very annoying."

The mocking smile on Quirrell's face slowly disappeared. He stared at Harry and said in a cold voice:

"Snape is not my accomplice. He has always been suspicious of me and threatening me... In fact, he can't scare me. I have the Dark Lord as my backer. He is such a fool."

"Then what is Snape doing here?" Harry looked at Snape lying on the ground in disbelief.

Quirrell was like a winner, full of patience. He explained softly:

"Harry, he is not Snape, he is your friend Malfoy. I gave him Polyjuice Potion... That night, I had a fight with Snape and grabbed some of his hair... Hehe, unexpected, right?

Snape didn't expect it either!"

"Why did you do this?!" Harry cried out.

"Why? It's all because of that guy Scamander!"

Quirrel's face suddenly became ferocious, and he growled:

"He met me in Albania... He must have told Dumbledore, making the headmaster wary of me... Otherwise, why did so many students attack me, and Dumbledore didn't care?

I should have killed Scamander in advance!"

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and said murderously: "Since Dumbledore has noticed, the master has a new plan."

"He left my body and asked me to untie my scarf, so that everyone knows that I am not abnormal. Then he put the crime of stealing the Philosopher's Stone on Snape..."

"And you, Pot! You are the best witness!"

"I am a witness?" Harry looked confused.

"Yes." Quirrell chuckled and said: "Harry, it's still you who gave me inspiration. You love to meddle in other people's business and are self-righteous. You always think that Snape is harming you, and you keep encouraging me..."

Harry swallowed his saliva, his face full of pain.

"Even if you don't come today, I will find you, tell you that Snape is stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and induce you to come to the restricted area to witness Malfoy, who has become Snape, appear here with your own eyes. "

"You are the best witness to identify Snape. You are the boy who survived a disaster, and Snape has a criminal record. The Ministry of Magic will believe you..."

Quirrell grinned and said, "In this way, I will clear my suspicion, avoid Dumbledore's suspicion, and steal the Philosopher's Stone again. No one will suspect the stuttering Quirrell."

"But I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative... and help me find the Philosopher's Stone. I just searched for it for a long time and couldn't find it. It's a double blessing..."

"But I know everything now." Harry shouted.

"It doesn't matter. The master's memory spell is very good. Just modify your memory. Although there are risks and there is a possibility that Dumbledore will find the problem..." Quirrell shook his head and said:

"But I have already got the Philosopher's Stone. Isn't the plan changeable at any time and anywhere?"

"Don't even think about it!" Harry rushed towards Quirrell, but was tied up tightly with a rope.

"Don't worry, Malfoy will die here in a while. Lucius's son is dead, and he will definitely force the Ministry of Magic to investigate this matter. "Quirrell smiled proudly:

"You fainted here, and when you woke up, you were the only witness, identifying Snape as the villain who killed Malfoy and stole the Philosopher's Stone.

No one will doubt your words... Harry!"

"And I will continue to lurk in the school as a professor, and no one will doubt that the stuttering Quirrell did all these things." Quirrell opened his arms and said:

"Harry, be happy... I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next school year, and we both have a bright future."

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