Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"These are our conditions."

Hearing this request—that they neither want side quests nor reward points—was quite disheartening.

All three teams present smelled a trap.

Neos frowned and looked at Zhan Lan:
"You don't trust us?"

Zhan Lan smiled and said:

"There is no question of belief or disbelief."

"We just want to confirm."

"Moreover, you can also see the scenarios that foresee the future."

"This is a good opportunity to verify whether that person's prophecy is correct or not."

"This is a win-win situation."

After Zhan Lan finished speaking with a smile, the room fell silent.

Fortunately, someone accepted the conditions and broke the silence:

"What about the side effects?"

"What is it?"

The one who spoke was Honda, the captain of the Japanese team.

Zhan Lan was also decisive; she flipped her hand over, and a coin appeared in her palm.

Then it floated up and drifted towards this person.

"Telekinesis?"

Faced with Gunnir and Neos's questions, Zhan Lan did not offer any explanation.

Honda took the money, paused for a moment, and then handed it to the girl next to him without any hesitation.

Kanna Hashimoto looked at the coin in her hand, and an endless sense of helplessness welled up in her heart.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he dared not make any small moves.

So much so that the next moment, Gunnir and the other three were completely baffled.

After tossing the coin, the woman from the Japanese team closed her eyes.

It didn't open until the coin landed.

At the same time she opened her eyes, a white teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll symbolizing good weather) materialized in front of the girl.

After the smiling doll appeared, it was torn apart by an inexplicable force, then spontaneously combusted and burned to ashes.

Immediately, everyone's attention turned to this coin, which showed no abnormalities.

Only Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan could see clearly that Hashimoto Kanna's face instantly turned several shades paler.

It's obvious that this person, who already possessed the Future Diary, had already seen something.

The coin didn't land heads or tails; instead, it bounced on the ground and accidentally hit a stone soldier statue before sliding down a crack to the ground.

It began to roll vertically without veering off course, directly rolling across the black and white floor towards the direction where Gunnir was.

This ingenious scene left the other two teams momentarily stunned.

It wasn't until Gunnil picked up the coin.

Only after receiving the prompting from the main deity did his heart skip a beat.

He exclaimed in surprise:

"Death's Coin?"

"Predict future!"

Although Gunnil had a lot to say for a moment, he knew that now was not the time.

After learning what the side effects were, Gungnir thought for a moment and then handed it to the ice mage next to him.

Flip the coin using the method.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!
The Arctic team's magician opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of frost.

Then, to Zhan Lan's astonishment, this person pulled out a magic wand and pointed it at his temple.

A memory, shimmering with vibrant colors, was extracted and then rushed toward Gungnir.

After doing all this, the magician vanished from the spot.

It seems they have decided to withdraw from the upcoming "final battle" storyline.

Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan immediately understood what this scene meant.

The fact that this person doesn't have a Stand like Kanna Hashimoto means that they've already been targeted by the Grim Reaper.

In this situation, it's fair to say that staying here for even a second longer is a threat to one's life.

No one cared about his disappearance.

Because at this moment, the coin is rolling again without anyone controlling it, as if "he" knows everything.

It rolled towards the corner where Neos was.

Pick it up.

Neos glanced at Richard beside him and handed it over.

Without hesitation, he tossed a coin.

When the third time ends.

Zhan Lan put away the coin, without saying a word.

The seemingly frail girl from the Japanese team (Kanna Hashimoto) very cooperatively took the initiative to speak:
"die."

"I saw death."

I, my teammates, and many others died.

"That includes him, and the one who just left!"

"We are all dead."

The girl pointed her finger at Richard.

Zhan Lan could see clearly that Richard and Gunnir, who seemed to have inherited the magician's memories, did not show any change in expression.

"Besides death?"

"There must be others, right?"

Zhan Lan pressed for an answer.

Kanna Hashimoto, her face deathly pale, shook her head, revealing a woman's unique fragility and weariness, and said in a low voice:
"Perhaps I was too weak. I was killed before I even saw what happened."

"The person who killed me must have been Zhao Zhuikong."

"Because I saw a dagger and half a blurry figure."

After speaking, Richard from the Southern Flame Continent team continued:
"I am indeed dead."

"But this time I'm confident I can dodge his attack."

Gunnil, on the other side, interrupted with a laugh upon hearing this:

"No, don't forget, the future you is not yet under the gaze of Death."

"This time, it might be even more dangerous!"

Upon hearing the Arctic team captain's words, Richard's expression changed, and he continued:
"I have one more image here."

"Voldemort and Zhao Zhuikong seem to have made some kind of deal."

"But unfortunately I didn't realize it before I died."

Gunnir rubbed his temples, unsure whether he should speak.

But thinking about the terrible battle in the basement in the future, I decided to speak out.

“Okay, Richard and I are probably looking at the same future.”

"I survived, so Zhao Zhuikong ultimately failed."

However, things aren't going well for any of our teams either, so we're moving the plan forward. Neos and Honda, once the battle begins, start combining immediately, without hesitation.

"The two of us will assist you."

"The power of a fourth-order gene lock is terrifying."

"Zhao Zhuikong has exceeded our initial expectations."

Zheng Zha heard one of the words: "Combination?"

Honda and Neos exchanged glances and nodded.

"besides………"

Gunnir gave Zheng Zha a strange look, but didn't say anything more.

Because at this moment, Zhan Lan saw certain images in her mental perception and received a warning:

"Everyone, let's look at the plot first."

"Harry has reached the basement!"

Upon hearing this, the four teams each used their unique abilities and disappeared from the spot.

Eyes shifted.

In the dark staircase leading downwards.

Harry subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the faint light appearing at the end of the path.

He hadn't expected there to be such a long staircase inside the school.

And a basement that is so deep.

"An underground classroom?"

Why have I never heard of this before?

Talking to himself.

Harry carefully lifted his foot and walked down.

Step out of the narrow stairwell.

My vision suddenly became clear.

Compared to the underground classrooms, this place is more like a spacious underground palace.

The true center of this palace is below.

Harry looked around. It seemed that this was an abandoned Great Hall or a lecture hall.

Elliptical steps surround the center.

That's the time.

"what!"

He let out a soft shout. Harry quickly covered his forehead.

For some reason, as we continued to move forward, the scar on my forehead began to sting intermittently, just like it had when we were in the Forbidden Forest.

After taking two more steps down, Harry's gaze finally fell on the central platform.

It was a gilded floor mirror that he was very familiar with.

A black cloth covered most of the full-length mirror.

However, Harry's gaze wasn't directed at the mirror.

And the person in front of the mirror.

A figure from behind, a figure wearing a wide magic robe.

Harry walked down the steps, his expression gradually turning incredulous.

At twelve years old, he didn't yet understand what it meant to control his emotions.

So it was all reflected in their facial expressions.

"It's you?"

He heard Harry speak.

The figure that had been waiting for a long time turned around.

And this one was none other than Professor Quirrell, who wore a heavy headscarf, spoke with a stutter, and was timid by nature.

Look closely at this face.

"No, it shouldn't be you, it can't be, Professor Snape, it's him..."

Harry continued walking without stopping.

Professor Quirrell, standing before the mirror, murmured to himself:

"Yes, he certainly seems like a bad guy, doesn't he?"

"With him by my side, who would doubt the poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"Harry, even you think so, don't you?"

As he spoke, Quirrell even put on a pitiful and cautious expression once again.

However, he looked at Harry with a mocking gaze.

Harry couldn't help but ask:
"But that day at the Quidditch match? It was Snape who wanted to kill me!"

Quirrell spread his arms and sneered:

"That's just how you people are; you only see what you want to see, and you're no exception."

"Dear Harry Potter, it was I who cast the spell to kill you from the audience that day!"

"Believe me, I could have succeeded if Snape's cloak hadn't suddenly caught fire, knocking me over and interrupting my spellcasting!"

"No matter how many times Snape recited the anti-spell, it was useless."

Harry was taken aback when he heard this:
"A counter-curse? Professor Snape was saving me back then?"

Professor Quirrell raised his head and looked at Harry with a fanatical expression.

“I knew from the beginning that you were a threat, a huge threat.”

I knew it from the first moment I saw you at the Tomahawk Bar.

"If Hagrid hadn't been protecting you all this time, I would have intervened long ago."

"But after Christmas, I realized that you were not just a threat, but also an enemy!"

"An enemy who wants to stop me!"

Harry paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was going on and blurted out, "A troll?"

"Did you let the troll in too?"

Harry suddenly realized:

"I see, you wanted to lure us away so you could steal the magic stone?"

Quirrell looked at Harry: “Very good, yes, Mr. Potter.”

"Unfortunately, Snape became suspicious of me for some reason, while the other professors were all heading to the dungeon."

"Snape actually made it to the fourth floor and stopped me!"

"It was from that time on that he stopped trusting me."

"He rarely left me alone at school, but what he didn't know was that..."

"I have never been alone, not at all!"

As Professor Quirrell spoke, he lifted the black cloth in front of him and looked into the mirror.

Similarly, he also saw what he wanted in this magic mirror.

That's the time.

Harry covered his forehead again.

Because a series of sharp, stabbing pains came from the scar.

This feeling reminded Harry of that moment in the Forbidden Forest.

Quirrell stared at the mirror, frozen in place.

"What's going on? Why am I seeing my desires reflected in this mirror?"

"I saw myself holding the Philosopher's Stone, but how did I get it?"

Harry was very puzzled that Quirrell, a professor at the house, didn't know about the Mirror of Erised.

But I soon realized it.

Harry whispered:

"He hasn't gotten the Philosopher's Stone yet?"

"So the Philosopher's Stone is still inside?"

After Harry finished speaking, he looked around at the empty space.

You don't even need to look to know that it's inside this underground palace.

At this moment, apart from this mirror.

Just the two of them.

Nothing else exists.

"What should I do, my great master?"

Just after Quirrell confirmed once again that there was nothing in this space.

This person looked at the mirror again and started talking to himself.

However, Harry Potter changed his mind the next moment.

Because a sound rang out that made his forehead throb even more.

"Use that boy!"

"He can help you find the Philosopher's Stone!"

Upon hearing this, Quirrell turned his head sharply.

He stretched out his hand and shouted at him, "Come here, Potter, hurry up!"

Harry Potter didn't know what was wrong with him. He was terrified, but he still walked over involuntarily, as if something was pushing him.

He came to Professor Quirrell's side.

It is also in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell asked nervously:
Tell me, what did you see?

Harry stared straight ahead.

This time, he didn't see his parents in the magic mirror, but he saw himself.

A mysterious smile appeared on my face in the mirror.

Then he put his hand into his right pocket.

A prismatic gemstone that glowed red was taken out from inside.

Although it was the first time Harry had ever seen the stone, he knew it must be the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

But why is it in his own pants pocket?
How could that be? I've never taken the Philosopher's Stone.

With that thought in mind, he unconsciously touched the hand hanging down on his right side.

Harry's expression changed, because there really was a bulge inside one side of his pants.

Just like what the mirror says.

At this very moment, the Philosopher's Stone was in his pocket.

It was at this moment that Professor Quirrell, noticing the change in Harry's expression, spoke up:
Tell me, what Harry Potter did you see?

Harry nervously replied, "I...I saw my parents..."

I'm still shaking hands with Dean Dumbledore.

"I won the Academy Cup!"

A hoarse, desolate voice rang out again.

"He's lying!"

Quirrell looked up at the sky, then roared angrily at Harry:

"Tell me the truth, what did you see?"

Mysterious voice: "Let me speak!"

Upon hearing this, Quirrell respectfully looked in the mirror:

"Master, you still have not enough strength and need to rest."

"No, I still have that much strength!"

"let me!"

Upon hearing this undeniable answer, Quirrell carefully untied his headscarf.

As the heavy brown turban was removed, Harry Potter's expression turned grim.

Because he saw a monster.

A monster that is parasitizing Professor Quirrell's back.

It should originally be the back of the head and the top of the head where the hair is.

Now, the uneven surface has distorted into a blurry human face. (End of Chapter)