Giving Old Voldy a Little Shock of Campus Life

Harry wiped his eyes. "Sorry, but there's only enough potion for one person to get across. I'll go."

Bing Huan glanced at the black flames ahead. "Do we have to go through the fire to enter the next room?" The question stumped the four of them.

"Why else would they set up this trial? You don't plan on digging through from the other side, do you?" Draco walked over to the walls on either side and shook his head. "No, they're all enchanted. Forget digging through, one more shovel and it'll explode."

"Unless we can just ignore the fire and walk through... Oh?! I know what you mean." Ron suddenly exclaimed, as if he'd thought of something.

"What is it?"

Ron looked at the remaining three. "Do you guys remember how we got here?"

"We fought our way through, you're confused, Wesley."

"No, I mean, how did we get to the fourth-floor corridor."

"Flying Thunder God! Huan, do you have a mark in the next room?"

"Uh... no, I don't. Otherwise, wouldn't I have just brought you all in directly?"

Harry's face immediately fell. His eyes betrayed a hint of profanity. Bing Huan knew there were two centenarians waiting outside, so he wasn't in a hurry.

He slowly took out a dagger engraved with Flying Thunder God and a small glass bead. "Just bring the mark in with you."

Harry looked at the glass bead in Bing Huan's other hand. "What's this one?"

"Umm... you can think of it as an external eyeball. I can see what's happening on your side through it. This way, they're in the light, and we're in the dark. We'll catch them off guard."

Harry took the items. "I'm going then."

The others hugged Harry one by one.

"Harry, you're a brilliant Wizard."

"Be careful, Harry."

"Potter, don't die."

"See you in a bit."

Harry drank the potion, and a chill instantly spread through his body. Fearing the potion's effects would wear off, Harry ran as fast as he could. Waiting for Harry in the final room was not Snape, nor Voldemort, but Quirrell, whose deception even Draco, who trusted Snape, couldn't find a flaw in.

Sensing the arrival of a guest, Quirrell turned around and smiled. He looked much more confident now than before.

"It's so nice to see you, Potter," Quirrell said. "It was me you met when you first entered the Wizarding World. Now everything is about to end, and it's ending with the two of us."

"I thought... it was Snape."

"Hahahahaha!" Quirrell burst into laughter. His laughter was intense, but Harry only felt a deep chill. "Snape certainly doesn't seem like a good person. Compared to him, how could a... pitiful... stuttering Professor Quirrell be the bad guy?"

Harry realized his suspicions might have been wrong all along. "But he wanted to kill me!"

"No! Child, I want to kill you. Believe me, if it weren't for your two friends interfering and disrupting my gaze, even if Snape had cast every counter-curse, he couldn't have saved you.

Especially that little Eastern brat, who completely flipped things over and almost got my master crushed by me." He then reached behind his head, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

(Outside the room)

Bing Huan projected the contents from inside, and the others gathered around to watch like a movie.

"See, I told you it was Quirrell."

"But I have to say, the professor was a bit fierce. When he tutored me before, he almost cursed me to death."

(Inside the room)

Harry still couldn't believe it. "Snape was trying to save me."

"Why do you think he was so eager to be your referee? That old bat was guarding against me! But he was actually being redundant. With Dumbledore around, I couldn't do much anyway. Instead, he got himself into trouble."

"So, you were the one who let the troll in?"

"Of course. I believe you've already witnessed my ability to handle trolls in the previous room. It's just a shame he sensed it that day. I was stopped on the fourth floor, and the troll didn't manage to kill you, nor was Snape bitten to death by that stupid dog."

After speaking, Quirrell ignored Harry and turned towards the mirror in the center of the room. Harry then noticed it was the Mirror of Erised, which he hadn't seen in some time.

"I've given the Philosopher's Stone to my master, but how can I obtain it?"

"Use that child, use that child!"

A third voice, hoarse and chilling, echoed within the room. Most bizarrely, the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

Bing Huan outside the room quickly told the others to prepare. "The master is about to appear. Be ready to go in and support Harry at any moment!"

Quirrell turned to Harry. "Come here, Potter!" Quirrell pulled Harry towards the mirror.

Harry saw his reflection in the mirror smiling as he took a red stone from his pocket and put it back.

At the same moment, Harry felt something enter his pocket. He squeezed it subtly and found he had obtained it.

"What did you see? Tell me!" Quirrell roared impatiently. Harry gathered his courage and began to lie. "I saw Dumbledore shaking my hand, and I was holding the Quidditch cup."

"Get out!" Quirrell roughly pushed him away. Just as he turned to flee, the voice spoke again. "He's lying, stop him!"

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and flames erupted from the walls of the room.

"Let me talk to him."

"Master, your stamina hasn't recovered yet."

"I still have enough strength for this."

Quirrell faced Harry and slowly lowered the scarf from his head. His movements were gentle, as if the back of his head were some rare treasure.

Soon, the Mirror of Erised reflected his precious occiput. It was a face, a hideous, terrifying snake face.

"Thanks to you, I've become like this," the face spoke. "Harry~ Potter~" Besides Harry, the four people outside the room were also disgusted by the scene. Bing Huan frowned, "How does he sleep?"

"I am now only a remnant soul. Only when sharing a body with someone else do I have form. The unicorn's blood has restored some of my strength during this time. Ah, you must have seen Quirrell drinking the blood that day."

"Don't come any closer! You won't get the Philosopher's Stone." Harry kept retreating, but there was no sign of compromise in his eyes.

"I admire courageous people. Harry, help me. In reality, there is no good or evil in this world, only power. I am someone who cannot grasp power. You have defeated me before. Together, we can gain the whole world. Then I can even resurrect your parents for you, as long as you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket."

Hearing that he could resurrect his parents, a flicker of interest appeared in Harry's eyes. But soon, Harry remembered all the moments at Hogwarts, his friends, his professors. Everything from receiving his acceptance letter flashed through Harry's mind like a kaleidoscope.

"Don't you dare hurt my son!"

"Harry, I love you, but I can't watch you grow up. You have to live well."

Suddenly, a man's and a woman's voices appeared in Harry's mind. Voices he hadn't heard before, yet they felt familiar. No! He had heard them! It was the voice of his parents protecting him when he was one year old. Memories he shouldn't have recalled, miraculously surged forth.

He looked at Voldemort again. "Not a chance!" In the Mirror of Erised, Lily and James smiled and nodded at Harry before disappearing.

"Catch him!" Quirrell lunged forward, knocking Harry to the ground, and straddled him, grabbing Harry's neck with both hands.

"Self-realization on the side of justice? It's useless, Harry. It's all fake. Let me guess what encouraged you? Friends? Companions? But you're in danger now, where are they?"

Harry's scar throbbed with pain again, but he endured it and said, "It's not fake at all! They are here with me now."

"Master, I can't hold him! My hands! My hands!" Quirrell suddenly cried out in pain, unable to help but step back a few paces. His hands were glowing red as if burned by fire.

Just as he was about to kill Harry directly, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him. When his eyes recovered, Ron, Draco, and Hermione had surrounded Quirrell, each holding a rectangular piece of paper.

When he sensed no danger, Voldemort relaxed. "Nice Blinding Spell, Harry. It seems you do have a few good friends. Do you plan to deal with me with pieces of paper?"

He turned to Draco. "You are Lucius's son, aren't you? Can I consider you to have betrayed me and defected to Dumbledore? The Malfoy family is more foolish than I imagined."

Draco sneered. "I've simply chosen someone more worthy of following. I will make the glory of the Malfoy family exist because of me." With that, he activated a fire talisman and threw it over.

The talisman ignited in mid-air and coalesced into a destructive fireball. The three began to suppress him with various talismans.

Three minutes ago, in the Potions room.

Bing Huan took out a pile of talismans and handed them over. "Draco, you'll cast the 'Bright as Day' spell. When we go in, immediately set the magic output to maximum. You two, be sure to close your eyes."

"When your eyes suddenly encounter strong light, it will cause temporary blindness. You will use this opportunity to surround him. These are just low-level aids, mainly to disrupt him. Those with too much destructive power are inconvenient to use indoors. After entering, I will hide first. I'll give him a serious blow when the time is right."

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen talismans had struck Quirrell, leaving his wizard robe tattered. Scrapes and burns were increasing, but that was all. The actual damage was less than what he had sustained when touching Harry earlier.

"What's with students nowadays? Enough!" A wave of energy erupted from Quirrell, repelling the three surrounding him. He prepared to use a curse to deal with one of them first.