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She couldn't help but chuckle at Quirrell's boastful tone.

Based on his unusual behavior, at least five people at Hogwarts suspected him.

Her cousin had his eye on him from the very beginning.

(Zicomo: Stop praising me, I'm cheating.)

"That's impossible! Snape tried to kill me in a Quidditch match."

Harry's voice rang out.

“That was when I wanted to kill you. Snape cast a counter-spell. If my hat hadn’t caught fire, you would have been dead.”

"What about Snape threatening you on Christmas night?"

"It's all because of that wretched female classmate of yours, who took care of the troll so early! It prevented me from getting in here at all, and Snape even discovered my intentions."

"You released the troll too?"

"Yes, I did it all."

The conversation between the two left Hermione in awe.

No, Quirrell, you're a villain, you even tried to kill Harry before.

Why is he suddenly so willing to answer Harry's questions?

Seeing that Harry wasn't asking any more questions, Quirrell turned to look at the Mirror of Erised.

"What is this mirror? I see what I want in it. But how do I get it?"

"Use that boy..."

A third person's voice came from inside the room, but there was no one to be seen.

Even Hermione, who was eavesdropping, was startled by the voice filled with negative emotions.

"Harry, come here! Quick!"

Quirrell yelled at Harry to come forward.

"What do you see?"

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, took a red stone out of his pocket, and then put it back in.

He knew that was the Philosopher's Stone Quirrell wanted.

Before he could answer, Hermione's shouts came from behind.

"Harry, get down!"

"Quirk, here's the Philosopher's Stone you wanted!"

When Harry heard Hermione's voice, he remembered what Hermione had done before.

Feeling that lying down there might not be safe, he ran towards the mirror.

Only after getting behind the mirror did I lie down and hide properly.

When Quirrell heard the sound, he instinctively turned around.

He then saw a stone the size of a goose egg flying toward him.

Quirrell instinctively reached out to take it, but then he remembered the Philosopher's Stone he had just seen in the mirror, which was different from the one in front of him.

"not good!"

"boom!"

Hermione didn't throw those this time; they were small things, only the size of pigeon eggs, with an explosion radius of only one meter.

The explosion sent even the Mirror of Eris, a mirror two heads taller than an adult, flying out of the air.

It landed squarely on Harry.

Harry: ? ? ?

What did I do wrong to deserve this?

P.S.: There should be two more chapters tonight.

Chapter 49 The Battle with Voldemort, Voldemort's Suicide

"Damn it! Cough cough, how dare you, cough..."

As the smoke cleared, Hermione discovered that Quirrell, despite being dressed in tattered clothes, had only injured one arm.

It must be said that Quirrell, as an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, is quite capable.

The moment it sensed danger, it transformed into black mist, blurring its body in an attempt to avoid the explosion.

Unfortunately, Zicomo's magic grenades deal additional magical damage.

Quirrell wasn't fast enough to dodge.

"It's you! Hermione!"

Quirrell never expected that someone other than Harry could get in here.

There were only enough potions for two people to enter this place from the previous levels.

He drank half of it, and Harry drank the rest.

Tsk, does that mean he indirectly kissed Harry?

It was precisely because of this understanding that he was able to answer Harry's questions so readily.

After all, the joy of impending success needs to be shared with someone, even if that person is the enemy he is about to kill.

"Quirk, I know everything about you. Dumbledore is on his way. Surrender!"

Hermione met Quirrell's venomous gaze with unwavering courage.

"Ha, you want me to surrender? If I were alone, I might not be able to escape today, but I'm never alone."

Great master, your servant is incompetent and begs for your help.

Quirrell removed his hat, fully waking Voldemort.

"You're useless. You can't even do a small thing."

A dark voice came from behind Quirrell's head.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Hermione detected a hint of weakness in her voice.

"Hermione's '尦葩鄥?処芧?綥?|?尨褩暤鋤耯?Τ鈦?灥谥捻耤'"

And you, Harry?

As he spoke, Quirrell turned around, revealing the back of his head.

"You are Voldemort!"

Hermione was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected that the biggest boss had always been by her side.

"Yes, it's me. I didn't expect anyone to dare call me by my name these days. Would you be interested in working for me?"

"Fame, power, strength, even immortality—I can give you any of them."

"Forget it, you're too ugly. I don't want a boss as ugly as you."

Hermione shook her head in disgust. Isn't her handsome cousin better? Why should I hang out with an ugly bastard like you?

Although Harry didn't know why Voldemort suddenly wanted to recruit Hermione, that didn't stop him from laughing at Hermione's reasons for refusing.

"What's so funny! You should think about your own situation first. Once I kill this little witch, it'll be your death day!"

"Voldemort said, enraged."

Harry was trapped under the Mirror of Erised and could only watch helplessly as Voldemort made his move.

Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, raised his hand and waved his wand.

"Split into pieces!"

A splitting curse struck Hermione.

Hermione quickly dodged to the side.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's spell was too fast, and she couldn't dodge it in time.

The curse struck her, but thanks to the protective bracelet, Hermione was not injured.

But the force of the curse still sent her flying.

"Oh? An interesting alchemical concoction. Too bad, let's see how you dodge the next spell."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green beam of light streaked across the space, emitting a piercing noise, as if the unseen Grim Reaper was howling.

"No!"

Harry, standing nearby, cried out in grief and indignation.

He couldn't believe that his best friend had died right in front of him.