"Come here." Quirrell said again, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you saw."

Harry walked towards him.

"I have to lie to him." He thought desperately, "I have to look in the mirror first, then make up a set of lies to lie to him, and do that."

Kiro leaned behind him. Harry smelled a strange smell, as if it was coming out of the scarf on Kiro's head. He closed his eyes, stood in front of the magic mirror, and then opened his eyes.

He saw himself in the mirror, his face was pale and his expression was frightened at first, but after a moment, he smiled. Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, then blinked his eyes, and put the stone in his pocket. At this moment, Harry felt that something heavy had really fallen into his pocket. It was incredible that he actually got the Philosopher's Stone.

"How is it?" Kilow asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry mustered up his courage.

"I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he said in a random way. "I-I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell started to curse again.

"Go away for me," he said.

When Harry stepped aside, he felt the Philosopher's Stone sticking to his thigh. Do he dare to escape with it now? But after less than five steps, he heard a sharp voice speaking, while Kilow's lips did not move at all.

"He is lying...he is lying..."

"Potter, come back here!" shouted Kilowe, "Tell me the truth! What did you see just now?"

That sharp voice spoke.

"Let me talk to him...face-to-face..."

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

"I still have this strength..."

Harry felt as if he was entangled by a demon net, and he couldn't move at all. He stood there blankly, watching Quirrell raise his hand and untied the scarf on his head. What's going on?

The big scarf fell down, and Kiro's naked head looked surprisingly small.

Then, he slowly turned around.

Harry wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. There was a face that was originally the back of Quirrell's head. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face. The color of the face was as white as chalk, and the red eyes emitted light, and there were two thin nostrils like snakes below.

"Harry Potter..." he whispered.

Harry wanted to retreat, but his legs were out of control.

"Look at what I've become!" said the face, "Only shadows and steam are left... I can only have a body when I share a body with others... But there are always people who are willing to let me enter their hearts and minds... In the past few weeks, the blood of the unicorn has restored some of my strength... That day you saw Kiro drinking blood for me in the forest... Once I got the elixir of immortality, I can recreate a body of my own... Well... Why don't you hand me the magic stone in your pocket?"

It turned out that he knew! Harry's legs suddenly became conscious again. He staggered back.

"Don't be stupid." The face said viciously, "It's better to save your own life and surrender to me...or you will end up like your parents... They begged me to spare my life before they died..."

"Lying!" Harry shouted.

Quirrell retreated and approached him, which made Voldemort still stare at him. Now there was a grim smile on his evil face.

"How touching..." He said in a hoarse voice, "I have always admired the courage... Yes, child, your parents were very brave back then... I will kill your father first, but he would rather die than surrender and fight with me bravely... Your mother actually doesn't have to die... She is trying her best to protect you... Okay, give me the magic stone, don't let your mother die for you."

When he saw this, Hao Fang, who was still watching the show behind the scenes and was ready to take action at any time, finally couldn't help but complain: "Why do the villain always likes nonsense and wants to show off his existence?"

"Don't think about it!"

Harry rushed towards the door with black flames, and Voldemort screamed: "Catch him!"

Then, Harry felt that Quirrell had clutched his wrist with his hands. Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead hurt in pain; he felt his head as if it was about to split in half; he shouted and struggled desperately; then, he was surprised to find that Quirrell had let go of his hand, and the pain on his forehead was relieved - Harry looked around blankly, looking for Quirrell, and saw him arching his body in pain and looking at his fingers - he could see them bubbling one by one.

Hao Fang clearly saw that the white light that emerged from Harry's body, the power of the "protection curse" hurt Quirrell because Voldemort was on him.

During this process, Hao Fang clearly felt that his Taoist heart and demon seeds had grown at the same time.

The growth of the Taoist heart comes from the power of the protection mantra.

The growth of the demon seed comes from the resonance between Voldemort and his Horcrux.

The white magic and black magic produced by extreme emotions and sacrifice seem to have incredible power.

"Catch him! Grab him!" Voldemort screamed again. Quirrell pounced forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on him, and snatching Harry's neck with both hands - Harry's scar was another severe pain, and his eyes were black, but he still saw Quirrell howling in pain.

"Master, I can't grasp him-my hand-my hand!"

Although Quirrell still pressed Harry to the ground with his knees, his hands had already loosened Harry's neck. At this moment, he was staring at his palms in confusion - Harry could see them as if they were burned by fire, shiny red.

"Then kill him, fool, act quickly!" Voldemort said in a harsh voice.

Quirrell raised his hand and was about to recite a death curse, but Harry suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face - "Ah! Ah! Ah-!"

Quirrell rolled off Harry, and blisters appeared on his face.

At this time, Harry suddenly understood: as soon as he touched Qilu's exposed skin, he would feel unbearable pain - Harry wanted to escape, and his only hope was to grab Qilu tightly, so that he could not chant a spell on himself.

Harry jumped up, grabbed Kilow's arm, and refused to let go. Kilow screamed, desperately trying to get Harry out of the way - Harry's headache became more and more severe - his eyes were getting dark - he could only hear Kilow's terrifying scream and Voldemort's vicious roar: "Kill him! Kill him!"

There were also some voices shouting: "Harry! Harry!"

But this may be an hallucination in his mind.
Chapter completed!