Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 104 102. Two saviors? Voldemort chooses again!

"Why? Hermione, you should go with Harry, you are much more useful than me."

After hearing Hermione's words, Neville cried out directly.

"There's almost nothing you don't know."

Hermione's title of know-it-all is not for nothing, her knowledge reserve is richer than those of them who grew up in the wizarding world.

Find a spell to deal with almost any time.

"Listen to me, Neville." Hermione said calmly, "You and Harry are the strongest of us in actual combat."

If it is said that Hermione has the most knowledge reserves among the few, then Harry and Neville are the strongest among the few in actual combat.

Yes, actual combat.

After accepting the professors' group supplementary lessons, Harry fully demonstrated his amazing talent. His learning progress was not fast, but his growth was extremely fast.

Neville's words were fighting intuition. Many times he was imitating Dudley's fighting style, but it was not as strong.

In fact, there is another Malfoy, but he is already fainted now.

As for Ron, these are not Ron's areas of expertise, he has a more suitable method.

"In terms of knowledge reserves, you are actually no worse than me. Especially you, Harry. Have you been studying secretly during this time?"

Harry, who was named, scratched his head in embarrassment.

He was indeed learning secretly. More and more people called Dudley Brother D, which made him feel a crisis.

Obviously it was me first, obviously I am the real younger brother.

It wasn't that he didn't want Dudley to be popular, it was just something inside him.

Ron stared at Harry incredulously.

‘Don’t we all eat, sleep, exercise and play together? Why didn't I know that you were studying secretly? '

Hermione explained again: "Harry, Neville, I'll leave it to you later! But don't force it, I think Dudley will come over soon."

Harry asked: "But we drank the potion, so what about Brother D?"

"Dudley must have a way, because it's Dudley!" Hermione said confidently.

'Yes, that's Dudley, there must be a way. '

"Yeah!" Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

So, Neville and Harry, one and half, got into the wall of fire after drinking the potion.

Almost at the same time, an invisible shadow also followed in.

This is an empty room, except for a mirror in the middle, there is nothing in it.

There is no door at the back of the room, which means this is the last room.

'Maybe we can finish the test before Brother D comes. '

Such thoughts could not help but arise in Harry's mind.

"Harry, this mirror? Come and take a look!"

A scream interrupted Harry's thoughts, and Neville stood in front of the mirror, looking straight at the scene in the mirror.

Harry walked over, and he recognized the mirror. It was the same mirror he had seen during the Christmas holidays.

Mirror of Erised.

"I saw my parents, they! They recovered!"

Neville looked very emotional, almost on the verge of tears.

"Listen, Neville. That's not true!"

Harry, who had heard Dudley explain the principle of the Mirror of Erised, hurried forward to appease the excited Neville: "Calm down."

"I also saw my parents in it, but it was fake, it was unreal."

"Potter was right."

A strange voice sounded, Harry turned around, and he saw a familiar yet strange figure standing in the corner of the room.

That's the only one among all the professors who didn't give them extra lessons.

Professor Quirrell.

The professor who was knocked out by a troll at a Halloween dinner.

At this time, he changed from his usual routine and stood at the door with a completely different attitude from before.

"Didn't expect to meet you here, Potter."

There was no trace of stuttering in his speech, and the original stuttering characteristics disappeared.

Quirrell stared at Harry with a sullen expression, but he seemed to be deliberately hiding the position of his butt, and his expression looked a little unnatural.

Professor Quirrell is the final test?

No, something is wrong.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, accompanied by a strong burning sensation.

It felt like his head was going to split open.

"Harry Potter!"

Suddenly, Harry seemed to hear another voice, a voice that did not belong to Quirrell at all.

"Let me see him! Face to face!"

Quirrell's expression was very unnatural, and he wanted to say something, but the owner of the voice made him irresistible. He slowly untied the thick long scarf wrapped around his head, turned around, and revealed his The back of the head, that is definitely not the back of a normal person, there is another undistorted face on it.

"Look at what I've become!"

The distorted face began to speak, and the way it spoke didn't happen by the vocal cords, it didn't have that kind of thing, and the opening and closing of the mouth was terrifying.

"All that's left is shadows and steam, and that's all your fault, Potter!"

Voldemort, or just Voldemort's remaining soul.

"Because of you! It's all because of you, I can only share one body with others now."

"But I never dreamed that you would appear in front of me."

Speaking of which, Voldemort actually reversely controlled Quirrell's body and raised his wand. With a light lift, countless ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Harry layer by layer.

Facing the huge difference in strength, Harry didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Whether it is experience, magic power, or knowledge, they are far inferior to the other party, even if it is just a remnant soul.

Voldemort looked at Harry seriously, and didn't find any difference between him and other little wizards: "Look, no matter how you look at it, he is just an extremely ordinary, ordinary little wizard, why...why did he kill that little wizard eleven years ago? The perfect me, what about the powerful me?"

There was deep puzzlement and doubt in his tone, but his eyes were already filled with Chiguo's killing intent.

This is a golden opportunity, a chance to kill Harry Potter.

Taking advantage of the conversation between the other party and Harry, Neville secretly took out a few seeds from his pocket.

A spell hit Neville's wrist, and the seeds scattered all over the floor.

"Don't try to play tricks in front of me, little one."

Voldemort only noticed Neville at this time, and saw that his blood-red pupils shrank slightly after seeing that person.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom!"

He recognized Neville's identity, which also brought back some bad memories.

We all know that wizards don't believe in science, they believe in prophecy.

And in the prophecy of destroying the Dark Lord back then, it wasn't just Harry, there was another person who met the requirements, that is to say, there should be a total of two sons of prophecy who can kill the Dark Lord.

One is the famous Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom in front of him.

In theory, the savior was among them, but Voldemort just happened to choose Harry.

Voldemort looked at the two with a complicated expression.

Rao, as the Dark Lord, he also began to feel a little shaken and flustered in his heart.

‘Could it be that the original prophecy will be fulfilled again? ! '

Want him to choose again? And die again?

No! no way!