Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 64 The Trial for the Three Little Ones

"Damon, why is it you!"

Seeing Quirrell lying motionless beside Damon like a rag, Harry and the other two were so nervous that they could hardly breathe, their pupils dilated.

When they passed the second level, the three of them heard a noise coming from deep inside the room, which made Hermione start to think - since others can go to the depths without triggering the mechanism here, why should they still go through the level honestly?

The three people changed their minds and thought quickly, and passed the third and fourth roads one after another, but they didn't expect to see such a scene.
Harry looked at Damon in shock, almost gasping for breath.

Ron looked at Quirrell beside Damon and shouted:
"You killed him?! And that's the Philosopher's Stone you're holding?"

Hermione covered her mouth with her hands and stared at Damon blankly, no longer as calm as before.

Damon looked at the shocked expressions of the three people and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment - did these three people misunderstand something?
Or was it that the fact that he had killed Quirrell had frightened them so much that the three children looked at him with a strangeness they had never seen before?
"Yes, this is the Philosopher's Stone."

Daemon looked at the strangeness and fear in their pupils, tossed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and quietly studied their expressions.

Harry's expression became firm and serious. Compared to Ron and Hermione who were about to cry, he looked directly at Damon and asked:

"Why are you here? What are you going to do with the Philosopher's Stone? What have you done to Professor Quirrell?"

"You have a lot of questions, Harry."

Damon looked at the strong Harry and nodded secretly in his heart - even at this time, Harry was not affected by his emotions, so was there still room for thinking?
To be honest, when reading the original Harry Potter, Damon always had a feeling that Harry's temperament had changed dramatically before and after the Goblet of Fire in the fourth grade and Cedric's death.

I don't know if it was because he endured the pain of the Unforgivable Curse - Cruciatus, which affected his spirit, or if the death of his good friend Cedric was too much of a blow to Harry, which led to -

Oh, and maybe it was because Dumbledore was about to entrust everything to Harry, but then kept everything from him for the next two years, which was driving him crazy.

In short, Harry, who had never lost control of his emotions before, often lost control of himself after that and had hysterical temper tantrums towards several close people around him.

Seeing that Harry still retained his sanity, Damon felt sincerely relieved.

At the same time, he also wanted to pretend to be the "Creator God" and give a new trial to the three people who came here for unknown reasons.

After all, the atmosphere is here.

"Harry, let me answer you one by one."

Damon's lips curled up into an evil smile, and his eyes revealed an indifference that Harry and the other two had never seen before.

"I'm here because I discovered the secret of the Philosopher's Stone. As for Quirrell? He wanted to compete with me for the Philosopher's Stone and present it to the Dark Lord, so he died in my hands. It's that simple."

Damon tossed the Philosopher's Stone lightly in his hand, as if killing was no burden to him.

Harry's eyes followed the magnificent red gem up and down, his mind working rapidly, trying to understand the current situation.

"What are you going to do with the Philosopher's Stone? Isn't it Snape who desires it?"

"Snape?" Damon laughed. His laughter was not as warm as usual, but full of arrogance and wantonness. "Yes, Snape doesn't look like a good person. He just flies around like a bat all day long.

Although I have reminded you not to judge a person based on a single appearance, it seems that this has only deepened your prejudice against him.

This makes it easier for me to do things. After all, who would suspect a twelve-year-old boy is a Death Eater? "Death Eater? You said you are a Death Eater!" Ron looked at the two people beside him who were a little confused and said in a panic, "Death Eaters are Voldemort's followers. They kill people for Voldemort!"

Hermione and Harry understood instantly.

"Oh my God—Damon—please don't—"

Hermione looked at him in disbelief, tears in her eyes.

"Death Eater? You said Damon was a Death Eater—" Harry turned to look at Ron, then quickly turned back to look at Damon.

The expression on his face became painful, and he looked at Damon and asked:

"But didn't Professor Snape cast a curse on me? Didn't you protect me from him and Quirrell? You killed Quirrell, you should be with us!"

"No, it was Quirrell who cast the spell on you. Snape was protecting you. The three of us all work for the Dark Lord, but we have different perspectives."

Damon lightly jumped back, sat down on the stone platform, and said lightly:

"Quirrel is possessed by Voldemort and dares not disobey any of his orders. Although Snape wants to help Voldemort resurrect, he is unwilling to hurt you.

As for me, I certainly don't want to hurt you, so I'm on Snape's side for the time being.

But after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, I think I should cut ties with him. Then, I will be Voldemort's favorite outside the school, and he will be Voldemort's insider to monitor Dumbledore. Isn't that a perfect plan?"

Harry's expression became sad and painful, but the look he gave Damon did not contain any anger, but was instead filled with a sense of... grievance?

"Damon, how could you be a Death Eater? How could you be a Death Eater? Did you know that Voldemort killed my parents?

I am the person who hates him the most in the world, and you were once my most respected friend."

He picked up the wand tremblingly and looked directly at Damon:

"I'll give you one last chance. Put down the Philosopher's Stone and we'll go confess everything to Dumbledore. I believe he will forgive you."

Hope appeared in Hermione and Ron's eyes. "Yes, Damon, come back! The You-Know-Who can't be Dumbledore's opponent. You should trust Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore?" Damon smiled and jumped down from the stone platform. "I admit that he is the greatest wizard of this century, but the greater the person, the more likely he is to be restricted by rules and bound by regulations.

Even you three children knew that Quirrell and Snape had their eyes on the Philosopher's Stone, but he was busy with the Ministry of Magic and knew nothing about it.

You believe that such a careless person can defeat the insidious and cunning Voldemort? I don't think so."

Seeing that the three of them were about to say something, Damon waved his wand and said impatiently:

"Well, if you want me to change my mind, you can. Let me see the results of your three years of study."

"If you can defeat me, I don't mind putting down the Philosopher's Stone and surrendering, and going back with you to turn myself in to Dumbledore.

But if you lose—you don’t have to worry about what happens next.”

(End of this chapter)