Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 109 The Man with Crooked Lips
"You, you, how dare you!"

Quirrell was furious after being scolded by Sherlock.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his wand, intending to let this hateful boy see how powerful he was.

Sherlock and Harry were both startled when they saw this.

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Let me see him and talk to him face to face..."

This scene surprised Harry and Hermione beyond words.

It was because the voice actually came from Quirrell.

Only Sherlock seemed to raise an eyebrow and say "oh" softly.

Qi Luo shuddered: "But Master, you, you haven't recovered yet..."

"I still have some strength..."

Quirrell was still hesitating when the voice suddenly became deeper. "Hurry up, I'm not that weak yet."

This time, Quirrell did not hesitate. He raised his trembling hands and untied the turban that had been wrapped around his head and had always smelled very bad.

When the turban was completely thrown to the ground, Sherlock and the other two discovered that Quirrell's head was very small.

Although it is not as big as a giant monster, it is much smaller than imagined.

Then he slowly turned around.

At this moment, Harry and Hermione almost cried out in surprise.

But where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face!

It was a hideous and terrifying face, as pale as chalk, with scarlet eyes emitting a strange light.

This face has no nose, only two long, snake-like nostrils.

There is no doubt that he is the dark wizard who is said to be the most powerful in history. He is the one whose shadow has shrouded the wizarding world for more than a decade, and wizards still dare not mention his name.

Voldemort.

Sherlock frowned.

Although he had noticed that something was wrong with Quirrell long before, he had never expected that Voldemort would coexist with Quirrell in this way.

how to say?

It's very cheap!

"Harry Potter, we finally meet!"

As soon as the other party opened its mouth, its lips immediately became crooked, and its already ugly face became even more disgusting.

Harry tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to step back again, but found that his legs suddenly became uncontrollable.

"You are the savior of the wizarding world, and you defeated the supreme Dark Lord, but... why are you nervous?"

Harry still couldn't give an effective answer. The pressure Voldemort brought to him was too great.

He subconsciously looked to his side and found that Hermione was holding Sherlock's arm tightly.

As for Sherlock, he looked as if he had expected this.

He stared at the back of Quirrell's head and said slowly, "Are you finally showing up, Voldemort?"

As soon as Sherlock spoke, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

My legs finally regained feeling.

At this time, Voldemort's eyes had shifted to Sherlock: "It seems that you have guessed it a long time ago, right? How dare you call me by my name, little fellow..."

Facing the "He who must not even be named" of the magical world, Sherlock did not feel the slightest fear.

He said calmly, "You once used Quirrell's eyes to spy on Harry, and on Halloween night, Quirrell's performance was so clumsy that it was hard to ignore."

When he said this, Quirrell shuddered and Voldemort's face suddenly twisted.

But then he laughed, "Sherlock Holmes...you're good, really good.

When I still had power, there were few Death Eaters who could match you..."

Sherlock waved his hand in disgust. "Don't compare me to your group of brainless minions. To be honest, you really disappoint me."

"What did you say?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Voldemort's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Hasn't it? The 'Supreme Dark Lord' has stooped so low as to cling to the back of someone's head and be wrapped in a turban all day long?

In this dark and gloomy environment, it’s no wonder that I can’t grow a nose or hair, and I also make myself stink.”

"enough!"

At this moment, Voldemort could no longer laugh.

Just now when Sherlock scolded Quirrell, he thought it was nothing.

But now the brick hit him and he finally felt the pain.

Sherlock's mouth is so poisonous!

He was obviously just a little wizard of eleven or twelve years old, but he was no less vicious than the most sarcastic Death Eater under his command.

"Potter, Holmes, we can talk."

Voldemort ignored Hermione and said to Sherlock and Harry, "I can see that you have ambition and ability..."

In that case, why do we have to confine ourselves to a small school?
We can definitely cooperate!"

Sherlock laughed disdainfully. Faced with such low-level instigation, he was too lazy to even refute it.

Harry roared: "You killed my parents!"

"Yes, yes, it was indeed me who did it, but look at what I have become!"

Voldemort said slowly in his sinister voice:

"Now I am only a shadow and vapor... Only when I share a body with others can I have form."

Harry laughed in anger: "You blame me?"

As time passed, Harry gradually found that his fear of Voldemort began to dissipate.

His mind began to work, thinking about how to verify what Dumbledore said. After all, he definitely couldn't just stand there and get hit by Voldemort's curse.

At this time, Harry did not realize that the Felicis Felix had begun to take effect quietly.

Voldemort also didn't realize this and continued to use language to deceive the two:

"As long as I get the elixir of life, I can recreate a body of my own.

By that time, with my powerful magic, it won't be difficult to resurrect your parents.

So... why don't you help me?"

Harry was stunned when he heard Voldemort say that he could resurrect his parents.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Voldemort suddenly waved his wand, and the huge Mirror of Erised flew up and landed in front of Harry.

Harry was caught off guard and didn't know what Voldemort was going to do, but he subconsciously looked at the mirror.

To his surprise, this time, his family members were not reflected in the mirror.

There was only Harry himself who looked confused.

But soon, Harry in the mirror smiled.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put it back.

According to what Dumbledore said before, this mirror can reflect what people desire most in their hearts.

Although Harry really wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone at this time, it was only to prevent Voldemort from getting it.

For him, his greatest hope is to be reunited with his family.

But why does the mirror behave like this?
Just when he was wondering, he suddenly felt something heavy falling into his pocket.

Harry's face suddenly darkened, and he immediately understood that the illusion reflected in the mirror had become reality.

He really got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Apart from Harry himself, Sherlock and Voldemort realized what was happening at the first moment.

Voldemort used his keen sense of magic.

Sherlock made his inference based on the properties of the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore's arrangement, and Harry's expression changes.

He understood Dumbledore's intention instantly.

"Humph, I knew it was that old guy who was up to something."

Although Voldemort was blaming Dumbledore, his tone was full of excitement, "Hand me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket!"

"Don't think about it!"

Although he didn't know why the Philosopher's Stone was in his pocket, Harry flatly refused.

"Don't be stupid!"

Now that the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone had been determined, Voldemort began to use threats and inducements more directly.

He looked at Harry with a fierce look:

"To save your own life, surrender to me... Otherwise, you will end up like your parents, who begged for my life before they died..."

Harry's parents are an absolute thorn in his side.

Harry exploded in anger when he heard Voldemort insult them like this:

"You bullshit!"

"How touching..."

He said in a hoarse voice, "Courage is a very valuable quality. I have always admired people with courage. Yes, your parents were indeed very brave back then.

I tried to kill your father first, but he refused to surrender and fought bravely with me.

Your mother didn't actually have to die, but she risked her life to protect you. I had no choice but to send her to see your father...

Now, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and don't let your mother die for you in vain."

Quirrell slowly took two steps back, allowing Voldemort to gradually approach Harry, and the evil face showed a hideous smile again.

The lips are even more crooked and uglier.

At this moment, a loud shout rang out: "Do it!"

Faster than sound came a blasting spell.

In fact, when Voldemort realized that Harry had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he was already prepared to change from bewitching to a strong attack.

But he didn't expect that someone was faster than him.

While he was still nagging, Sherlock had already taken the initiative and threw a blasting curse at him.

It's a pity that although Quirrell was ridiculed by Sherlock just now and was unable to refute, he is not a coward at heart.

In other words, the fact that he was chosen by Voldemort as a carrier meant that his strength had already been recognized.

So even though Sherlock's spell came without warning, he still dodged it.

However, at this moment, two more spells rushed towards him one after another.

"Except your weapons!"

"Stand stiff and stop dead!"

The moment Sherlock shouted "attack", Harry and Hermione attacked at the same time.

Harry endured the pain from the scar on his forehead and used his best Disarming Charm.

Hermione was not proficient in using the Disarming Charm, so she simply threw out the Leg-Locking Charm that Malfoy had used on Neville.

In order to avenge Malfoy on behalf of Neville, she practiced this spell a lot, so she was quite proficient in it.

Although it is not very powerful, if it can really lock Quirrell's legs tightly together, it will definitely be of great help in the current situation.

Unfortunately, Quirrell is the man that the Dark Lord has his eyes on.

As Dumbledore once said to Sherlock, he was a good Ravenclaw.

So he cast a defensive spell on himself before being hit by the two spells.

As a result, although Harry and Hermione's Disarming Curse and Leg-Locking Curse hit him, they only made his movements pause for a moment and did not produce any substantial effect.

Fortunately, taking advantage of the opportunity created by Harry and Hermione, Sherlock successfully rushed in front of Quirrell.

(End of this chapter)