The Philosopher's Stone That Ran into a Pocket

Time: 6:20 AM, in the second-to-last room on the Fourth-Floor Forbidden Area Hogwarts, in the restricted area.

"Albus Dumbledore! You're right here!" Snape drew his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore. "Now, get out of the way!"

Dumbledore, however, remained unmoved. He drew his wand and touched the black flames in front of them. The image that Dumbledore could see through the Mirror of Erised appeared on the Flame Gate.

Like a projector in the Muggle World.

Clear sound could also be heard in the video.

"The Philosopher's Stone? Voldemort, you're in for a disappointment. I won't compromise for Quirrell's life."

"If you were to be resurrected, Hogwarts, my classmates, and my Muggle relatives that I hate would all be in danger."

"Quirrell is nothing but an insignificant being." Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort, constantly shifting his position as if to attack.

"Harry Potter, you naive child... Do you think someone as great as me wouldn't see your hesitation... I'll repeat myself—if you really don't care, why don't you just blow Quirrell's head off, like that poor Troll ... That way, I would have left long ago and waited for my chance to rise again." Voldemort stared intently at Harry's wand, pointing it at Quirrell's body.

"Kill him! Kill him! Don't believe him! Quirrell is Dark Wizard, just kill him!" Snape in another room was jumping up and down in a panic.

However, judging from his expression, he was clearly much more relaxed. With Dumbledore there, and able to see everything inside, Voldemort was in this state again—and was even threatening first-year wizards.

"It seems we need to give young wizards some extra training on how to deal with Dark Wizard —that is, don't believe anything they say." Snape looked at Harry, who seemed hesitant in the video, his lips twitching.

"What, not in a hurry to go in now?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The Dark Lord now can only try to obtain the Philosopher's Stone by threatening the lives of his servants. If it were Draco Malfoy from our house, the Dark Lord would probably have slunk away long ago," Snape said casually, glancing at the scene in the flames out of the corner of his eye.

"Harry Potter, aren't you Ravenclaw? Where is your Wisdom and reason?" Snape murmured.

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."

"Tom has regained some of his power after taking the life of the poor Unicorn through Quirrell —but wait, let me tell you first." Dumbledore in a mysterious manner, putting his finger to his lips as if to shush.

"Are you crazy? Why would you expose that child to such danger? This is Hogwarts, the school! A place where young wizards can grow up safely." Snape brandished his wand, pointing it at Dumbledore as if he were about to deliver an Avada curse, but even so, Snape's eyes remained fixed on the scene in the flames.

But seeing that Dumbledore still looked like he was telling him to shut up, Snape snorted and shut his mouth.

"Severus, do you remember Harry's magical spell?"

"Red Spark?"

"Yes, just recently, he used that spell to summon a Phoenix, cleverly driving away Voldemort and saving Quirrell's life, which I had no hope of saving anyway."

"Right now, Tom can only influence and threaten Harry through words, since Quirrell still has the power of Harry's magical spell remaining in his body," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Oh, so you're taking pity on me again and want to save Quirrell's life? —A traitor?"

"What else— Grindelwald!" Snape had relaxed again, but hearing Voldemort's words on the screen startled him once more.

In the final room, Harry and Voldemort stood "face to face" before the Mirror of Erised, and Quirrell casually healed Voldemort's wounds, as if to make concessions to Harry and to show that he still had power and was not just a pretty face.

"Harry, you did a great job."

"We have plenty of time. If you're worried, we can make Unbreakable Vow." Voldemort had regained his composure. In his view, as long as he was resurrected, even if he died in violation of the pact, he could be resurrected again with the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry Potter is Ravenclaw, and he's so powerful. He must know the reliability of the Unbreakable Pact, but that would only lead him into his trap.

"You have plenty of time? Aren't you worried about Dumbledore coming back? I've already written to Dumbledore." Harry was somewhat tempted, but he didn't mention that Draco had arranged for the letter.

After all, if he failed, Draco could still live on because of his Death Eaters father.

"You don't know Grindelwald?"

"He's a loser, of course he's not as good as me, but in the eyes of some people Dumbledore he's more powerful and dangerous." For some reason, Voldemort's face, which could hardly be called a face, showed a jealous expression.

"With Grindelwald around, Dumbledore won't be back anytime soon, and if he's lucky, he might not even make it back." Voldemort let out a sharp, sinister laugh.

"Grindelwald? Dumbledore, what's wrong with you?" Snape in another room, looking surprised.

"Him? He didn't come out. He might be a very trustworthy person." This time, Dumbledore's face no longer carried that smug smile, but instead showed an expression of bewilderment that he had never seen before.

"Severus, this is not something you should know. Let's continue watching how Tom uses words to subdue Harry." Dumbledore immediately resumed his smiling expression, as if the previous one had been an illusion.

But Snape had deeply memorized Grindelwald's name, which suggests that their relationship was not simply one of enmity.

"Alright," Voldemort said, pointing his wand at himself. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"I saw your head under my foot," Harry said with a sneer, glancing at the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

To his astonishment, he saw his reflection in the mirror turn around, smile slightly at him, and reveal Philosopher's Stone in his hand!

Then, Harry suddenly felt a weight in his pocket. What was that?!

He was planning to stall for time a little longer when he glanced at the Philosopher's Stone and it disappeared into his pocket.

Dumbledore misled me!

"Oh, you're trying to provoke me?"

"So I'll ignore the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

"You think you can fool me? You think you can outwit the Dark Lord —the greatest wizard in human history, the most accomplished Legilimency in the world?" Voldemort smiled.

Harry didn't say anything.

"Harry Potter, what I just said still stands. You can absolutely sign Unbreakable Vow with me... You are so outstanding... After my resurrection, you can completely replace Dumbledore's role and supervise me... Moreover, as far as I know, your childhood wasn't happy, was it... Now Muggle are developing faster and faster, and as wizards, we have a responsibility to change and guide them..." Voldemort said with a sneer.