I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Entering the last room of the restricted area, Harry saw Snape standing alone in front of a mirror, and his breathing became short of breath.

Harry roared inwardly...he guessed right, Snape was stealing the Philosopher's Stone, he was right!

But why both Professor McGonagall and Rove don't trust him, don't trust his keen intuition?

Snape turned and stared blankly at Harry.

Potter... why are you here...

It's been exposed that you stole the Philosopher's Stone! Stop it, Snape, there are Aurors out there! Harry bluffed and shouted.

Auror... Snape's sluggish face finally changed, becoming terrified.

Harry was very relieved, Snape usually looked at him with three points of sneer, three points of disdain and four points of disgust at the corner of his mouth.

Now being caught by him, he finally couldn't maintain that hateful look of seeing an idiot.

This change of mood made Harry feel good, what could be more wonderful than sending an annoying teacher into Azkaban with his own hands?

At this moment, Harry felt that he was sure of winning, especially when Professor Quirrell walked in, that kind of confidence was even stronger.

Snape seemed to want to raise his wand, but Quirrell was faster. He raised his wand, and a rope appeared out of nowhere, entangled Snape tightly.

Snape fell to the ground, his wand fell, Harry stepped forward, kicked the wand away, punched the opponent in the face again, followed by two kicks.

Helping You-Know-Who steal the Philosopher's Stone... you bloody bastard... despicable thing... wizards who help You-Know-Who are beasts... Harry cursed.

Okay...Harry...don't scold... Quirrell stammered, always feeling a little uncomfortable, he whispered:

We'd better find the Philosopher's Stone before Snape steals it...

When Harry heard this, he quickly got up and searched for the Philosopher's Stone in the room, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

He suddenly looked at the big mirror in the room, and whispered:

Professor Quirrell, this is the Mirror of Erised. I heard Professor Dumbledore mention it...it can show what's on your mind.

Harry thought quickly, his heart blissed for a moment, and he said in a consonant way:

If I want to find the Sorcerer's Stone in my heart, and then look at the magic mirror, I can see the picture of myself finding the Sorcerer's Stone in the magic mirror... Will I know where the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden?!

After Harry finished speaking, without waiting for Quirrell to answer, he walked to the mirror, and he saw a strange picture in the mirror:

He reached into his pocket and took out a tarnished dark red stone...

At this moment, Harry felt something appear in his pocket out of nowhere, it was heavy, like a stone!

Harry took out his pocket and said in great surprise, I found the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at the stone in his hand, he swallowed, and said in a trembling voice, Give me... Harry...

Harry hesitated.

Leave it to me... Hurry up... Harry, it's not safe for you to hold it, I'm a professor. Quirrell urged.

He strode over, stretched out his right hand, Harry let go, and the Philosopher's Stone fell into Quirrell's palm. Quirrell raised the Sorcerer's Stone and looked at the stone obsessively, which made Harry a little scared.

Professor, what's the matter with you?

Not much, just happy. Quirrell withdrew his hand and laughed loudly: Harry Potter, you really helped me... Thank you!

Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering, and he no longer had the cowardly look before, and became full of energy.

Professor Quirrell...you... Harry looked at Quirrell's strange appearance, he began to stammer, and swallowed, Shall we send the Philosopher's Stone to the principal's office now?

Child, what are you doing stupid? Quirrell said with a bright smile, I got the Philosopher's Stone, why would I return it to Dumbledore?

Harry's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his body, which had been slightly relaxed just now, became tense again, especially the heartstrings.

Under Harry's puzzled eyes, Quirrell said every word with a ferocious expression:

I have been working hard to steal the Philosopher's Stone! Whether it's going to Gringotts to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or letting trolls in on Halloween...

If Harry was struck by lightning, he no longer had the slightest joy, his hands and feet were even cold, and he said in disbelief:

Snape is your accomplice?!

Partner? Harry, you are so cute and silly. I like you more and more. Quirrell couldn't help laughing and said, Little wizards are cute because they are stupid, right? Scamander is very cute. disgusting.

The mocking smile on Quirrell's face slowly disappeared, he stared at Harry, and said in a cold voice:

Snape is not my accomplice. He has always suspected me and threatened me... In fact, how can he scare me, I have the Dark Lord as my backer, he is an idiot.

Then what is Snape doing here? Harry looked at Snape lying on the ground in disbelief.

Quirrell seemed like a winner, full of patience, he explained softly:

Harry, he's not Snape, he's your friend Malfoy, I gave him Polyjuice Potion... that night, I fought with Snape and grabbed some of his hair... Hehe, Can't think of it?

Neither did Snape!

Why are you doing this?! Harry gasped.

Why? It's all Scamander's fault!

Quirrell's face suddenly became ferocious, and he growled:

He met me in Albania... He must have told Dumbledore to make the headmaster wary of me... Otherwise, why did Dumbledore ignore so many students attacking me?

I should have killed Scamander earlier!

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and said murderously: Since Dumbledore has noticed, the master has a new plan.

He left my body, asked me to untie my scarf, and let everyone know that I am not abnormal. Then he charged Snape with stealing the Philosopher's Stone...

And you, Pote! You are the best witness!!

I'm a witness? Harry asked confused.

Yes. Quirrell laughed softly: Harry, you are the inspiration for me. You are too nosy and self-righteous. You always think that Snape is harming you, and you keep encouraging me...

Harry swallowed, a look of pain on his face.

Even if you don't come today, I will go find you, tell you that Snape is stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and induce you to come to the restricted area, and witness the appearance of Malfoy transformed into Snape.

You are the best witness against Snape, you are the Boy Who Lived, and Snape has a criminal record, the Ministry of Magic will believe you...

Quirrell grinned and said: In this way, I will wash away the suspicion, avoid Dumbledore's suspicion, and steal the Philosopher's Stone again, and no one will doubt the stuttering Quirrell.

But I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative... You even helped me find the Philosopher's Stone. I just couldn't find it after searching for a long time. What a double blessing...

But I know everything now, Harry shouted.

It doesn't matter, the master's memory spell is very good, just modify your memory. Although there is a risk, there is a possibility that Dumbledore will find out the problem... Quirrell shook his head and said:

But I've already got the Philosopher's Stone. Isn't the plan changing anytime and anywhere?

Don't even think about it! Harry rushed towards Quirrell, but was tied tightly by a rope.

Don't worry, Malfoy will die here in a while. Lucius' son is dead. He will definitely force the Ministry of Magic to investigate this matter. Quirrell smiled proudly:

You passed out here, and after waking up, you are the only witness, accusing Snape of killing Malfoy and the villain who stole the Philosopher's Stone.

No one will doubt your words... Harry!

And I will continue to lurk in the school as a professor, and no one will suspect that the stuttering Quirrell has done all these things. Quirrell opened his arms and said:

Harry, be happy... I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next school year. We all have a bright future.

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