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At that moment, while some troublesome little girl was gulping down soup and stuffing her face with meat, terrified Harry was bound tightly with ropes. Even his mouth and neck were tied up. Aside from breathing and glaring at Quirrell with his eyes wide open, he could do nothing.
He couldn't even use the ultimate spell Professor Flitwick had once taught them through words and demonstrations—the "loudly calling for help" spell.
However, although he couldn't make a sound, call for help, or use any spells, Harry did notice something: the mirror in the room... seemed to be the same magical mirror he and Ron had seen during the Christmas holidays, which Dumbledore had later hidden away?
As for why it was here, in the room where the Philosopher's Stone was being kept, he had no idea for the time being.
However, judging from Quirrell's constant muttering and self-talk, seemingly directed at someone, it appeared that the mirror was the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone?
More importantly, the other party probably hadn't found it yet?
Thinking of this, Harry finally calmed down a little and began racking his brains for a way to escape—or even turn the tables on his opponent.
Unfortunately...
After thinking for a long time, he realized that he couldn't even move. His Scepter had been knocked several meters away to the corner of the wall on his right, and without being able to reach it, he had to face an adult wizard—moreover, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It seemed he really couldn't do it?
"I'm sorry..."
"Master!"
"I've seen the Philosopher's Stone, but I can't get it..."
"I can't get it..."
"Help me!"
"Master, please help me!"
Unexpectedly, before Harry could think of a good way