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Voldemort is very anxious now!

Li Changsheng is right, I'm afraid Dumbledore, the old guy, has also noticed it.

We must grab the magic stone and get out of here!

"Quirrell, push yourself up and call Longbottom. Let him look in the mirror. The Philosopher's Stone is in the mirror!" Voldemort said these words through gritted teeth.

However, Professor Quirrell is really irritable. like a statue.

Voldemort was alone, with no way to exorcise his broken body.

"Get up! Come on, you piece of shit! Go!"

Now, Voldemort is only polite to Professor Kylo. He almost regards Professor Kylo as a person who can be sacrificed at any time, completely unlike what he did in the Albanian forest.

That's the scumbag style to put it bluntly, and it's not uncommon.

But what else could Professor Quirrell do? He had given up so that if he had to die, he could conserve his strength.

However, Voldemort roared angrily and pressed his entire face against the back of Kylo's "883" head. The force was so strong that the edges of the connection between his facial skin and brain skin were peeled off, as if he was about to be torn apart. crack.

"Ah! Dont! Master, I move~ I move~" Kylo, ​​who wanted to lie down and die in Low Grade, was moved by Voldemort's whip of pain. There is no way Low Grade can die like this!

Quirrell's face was wrinkled, his nose was filled with tears, and he stumbled to his feet, grabbing Neville's neck as he fell on the ground.

"Stand up and look in the mirror." Professor Quirrell was slightly out of breath, lacked confidence, and looked like he had a weak kidney.

To be honest, he felt like he was almost finished, about to die. He also sensed Voldemort's impatience and indifference.

Now, he is on the verge of madness due to regret and fear!

Now you can't die even if you want to, you can only be squeezed out to the last drop of blood. he is too cruel

At that moment, Neville could not move and could only stare wide-eyed at the Mirror of Erised standing in front of him.

Don't let Voldemort see the Philosopher's Stone Don't let Voldemort see the Philosopher's Stone Don't let Voldemort see the Philosopher's Stone Don't let Voldemort see the Philosopher's Stone

Neville shouted angrily in his mind.

However, this did not happen. The more you fear something, the faster it will come.

What appeared in the mirror was not his parents, but himself, as always.

Neville smiled at the mirror, picked up an irregular-shaped red crystal, stuffed it into his right trouser pocket, patted it, and then blinked at himself outside the mirror.

At this time, Neville felt that there was something extra in the right pocket of his pants, which became heavy.

Damn Aunawe's heart sank to the bottom.

As Voldemort said, the Philosopher's Stone was indeed hidden in the Mirror of Erised, and Dumbledore cast the spell, setting a condition: only those who wanted to protect the Philosopher's Stone rather than use it could take the magic out of the Mirror. stone.

This is a very spiritual attitude.

The Mirror of Erised can sense people's inner desires and ensure that Si Shichang's magic will not deceive them.

No matter who tampered with the Philosopher's Stone, they couldn't see it in the mirror.

At least Li Changsheng couldn't take out the magic stone from the mirror.

It was Voldemort who realized this and did not go out of his way to eliminate Neville. The savior boy had already killed him.

Now, he uses Neville to unlock the Philosopher's Stone!

At this time, Li Changsheng, who had been hiding for a long time, had already poured himself a blue water bottle with magic potion to restore magic power. It would be good to drink water~.

At first, Li Changsheng tried four times to install this thing. The herbs that Harry "borrowed" from Snape ran out. In the end, to Hermione's relief, only three bottles were installed, a total of only three bottles. Three bottles.

At this time, Quirrell tremblingly grabbed the collar around Neville's neck, panted heavily, and shouted in an indignant tone with tears in his eyes: "Tell me where the Philosopher's Stone is!"

"No! There is no Philosopher's Stone!" Neville replied.

"Say, say! Say!" Professor Quirrell felt that his life was passing quietly, death was approaching, and his consciousness was shattering.

"No! I didn't. You died in the water. I just, just saw that I won the Academy Cup for Gryffindor!" Neville's tone was still stiff, and he even lied awkwardly.

Voldemort was a master of capturing thoughts. He could even tell in Neville's tone that he was lying.

"He's lying!" Voldemort said, "Let me, let me face him!"

Kilo could only turn around and look at Neville with his eyes covered.

Only then did Neville see Voldemort's face up close. What an ugly face it was, like a noseless leather mask stuck to the undulating back of his head. His facial features didn't look human!

It was this enemy that killed his parents! Neville mustered up his courage and looked at him.

However, this was of no use: to Voldemort, Neville's little head was like an unopened safe that could be looked after at will.

In those three seconds when Neville looked disgusted, he discovered Neville's little secret.

"Oh, I found it, it's in my trouser pocket! The magic cloth is in the right trouser pocket!" Voldemort shouted in surprise.

"No! No!" Neville screamed, but he was still too stiff to resist.

Voldemort touched Neville's trouser pocket with his hand.

Li Changsheng, who was invisible in the distance, was also worried. He was worried that Voldemort would escape after getting the Sorcerer's Stone, so he said: "Dumbledore, how long do we have to wait?

However, it was as if Dumbledore was not here... there was no movement at all...

Are you curious, Professor Luo, stop talking and still want to help the enemy? Don't you see that Voldemort wants you to die? He doesn't want you to live at all!" Li Changsheng, who was in the invisible state, suddenly shouted.

His voice worked, and Quirrell's outstretched hand suddenly trembled, and his whole body tensed.

"It's not too late to stay alive. Dumbledore might be able to save you! Think about it!" Li Changsheng continued his psychological offensive.

But Voldemort could no longer hear: "What are you delaying, fool? Don't listen to his nonsense. Don't disobey me! Take the Philosopher's Stone!"

Li Changsheng continued to provoke from one side: Look, he doesn't care about your life or death until now. He only cares about the magic stone~unlike me, I only care about geigei~.

Professor Quirrell was sweating on his forehead, rolling his eyes, and his entire processor was overloaded.

Voldemort's voice suddenly became softer: "Kylo, ​​as long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can be resurrected. By then, you can also become my most powerful minion, and you won't die!"

Voldemort was obviously very excited. He didn't expect Li Changsheng to say this. This would only become evidence of destructiveness!

Moreover, he clearly felt that Quirrell's mind was wavering!

Damn it, did he really decide to betray himself? Damn waste

"When he asked you to drink unicorn blood, he didn't want you to live. You had to rely on Dumbledore. This 3.6 is your last chance, Professor Quirrell. You have to think clearly!" Li Changsheng aside Angry and fanning the flames, the voice was very loud.

Let them all go to hell.

At this moment, Voldemort, whose soul was torn apart and in a severely weakened state, was ready to burst into anger.

He was too lazy to argue with Li Changsheng about Quirrell's death. After all, he didn't care about Quirrell's death.

He squeezed Quirrell's magic again, then hugged Quirrell's body forcefully, controlling Quirrell to retrieve the magic stone from Neville's trouser pocket.

Quirrell let out the most horrifying scream, almost as horrifying as if someone had torn him in half.

His hand reached into Neville's trouser pocket abnormally, and his whole body trembled like a bodyguard.

At that moment, Kailo's face twisted into a ball, his eyes rolled up, and saliva flowed from his eyes! Voldemort was playing with him.

Li Changsheng could no longer think nonsense with his mouth. He took out two pieces of paper from his pocket, hid in a dark place and threw them away. .