HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Harry saw someone standing in the last room.

Not Snape, not Voldemort.

It's Quirrell.

Harry immediately pulled Hermione behind him to protect her.

"Stop hiding, I've seen it." Quirrell said, "Miss Granger, you are superfluous, I only need Harry."

"Harry, he is targeting you." Hermione took Harry's arm, "You find a chance and leave quickly, I will hold him back."

There was no chance to escape and no delay.

Hermione was knocked unconscious by a spell and Harry was tied up with ropes and brought to Quirrell.

Harry learned from Quirrell that the person who wanted his life was never Snape, but him.

This sounds more difficult to accept than Quirrell wanting to kill himself.

The established three views create an inherent impression through in-depth understanding of events.

Harry knew from getting along with Snape that he hated himself and hated himself. I always thought that he wanted to die on his own.

Now, Quirrell was crushing his thoughts in front of him.

He was always protecting himself.

This is not true.

This is impossible.

"He's flying around like a giant bat. He doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? That's a really good thing for me. With him in front of me, who's going to know about me? A poor stammering professor.”

Everything is him.

It was he who wanted to knock himself off the broom and fall to his death, it was he who wanted to do something to himself in the Forbidden Forest, and it was he who wanted his own life now.

Harry felt mixed and didn't know what to say. But he knew that he must not be allowed to get the Sorcerer's Stone.

Harry was in a hurry and kept distracting him from talking.

After a heated exchange of words, Harry aroused Quirrell's narrative desire.

Quirrell took off his huge turban in front of him.

Quirrell lost an ear.

An ugly and ferocious face grew on the back of his head.

No matter which one it was, Harry was shocked.

Seeing Harry staring at me, Quirrell thought, he must be looking at my missing ear.

Quirrell became angry and said, "If you hadn't appeared in the Forbidden Forest, if the man hadn't cast a spell on me to save you, I wouldn't have lost my ears."

"I'm going to cut off your ears, I'm going to cut off your ears." Quirrell looked crazy.

Harry was terrified.

Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, help me.

"Philosopher's Stone...Philosopher's Stone..."

What a useless subordinate, regardless of severity.

Voldemort reminded Quirrell, and Quirrell gave up attacking Harry for the time being.

Quirrell saw himself in the Mirror of Erised and dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to his master, but now he can't find the Philosopher's Stone at all.

"That boy...that boy..."

Harry got the Philosopher's Stone and wanted to escape, but was discovered by Voldemort.

"Give it to me or you'll end up like your parents."

"I like courageous people, and you and your parents both do. Your father fought against me regardless of his own abilities, and your mother...she didn't have to die, but she still tried her best to protect you."

"Don't let your mother's death be in vain."

Voldemort whispered hoarsely, urging Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry rushed towards the road he came from, Quirrell went to catch him, and Voldemort instigated Quirrell to kill Harry.

The boy is brave and fights Quirrell alone.

One is an adult and one is a child.

Harry's advantage is that when he touches Quirrell's skin, Quirrell will develop painful blisters.

They didn't know the reason. It was the magic of Harry's mother's love, and it was the curse of him and Voldemort who killed the unicorn: they could never touch a pure soul.

Harry passed out, but Quirrell failed.

Dumbledore arrived.

"Headmaster." Hermione woke up from her coma.

The frightened little girl saw the very reliable old man with a white beard and plunged into his arms with tears in her eyes.

Dumbledore looked at the little girl and patted her shoulder comfortingly, "My child, you did a good job."

"Principal, what is that mirror?" Hermione, who was out of danger, was very curious and adventurous. She pointed to the magical big mirror and asked Dumbledore.

"If you are interested, you can go and have a look." Dumbledore touched his beard and motioned for her to go and have a look.

"Really? Can I see this?" With Dumbledore's encouragement, Hermione also walked towards the magic mirror.

By now, the Gryffindor trio had all looked into the magic mirror.

The magic mirror is the deepest wish in the heart, and each of their wishes is different.

What Hermione saw in the mirror was herself.

She was several models older than her current self, and looked like she might be graduating. She ran to her parents with a perfect score card in her hand.

Her mother looked at herself tenderly and stroked her hair. His father stared at his mother, talking and laughing with him, and he hugged her tightly.

Medical Wing.

"Harry, you have to admit that your prejudice against Professor Snape is very deep." Hermione peeled an apple for him, and Harry lay on the bed. "Everyone is telling you that Professor Snape is not a bad person. "

"That's what the Headmaster said, that's what Professor McGonagall said, that's what Hagrid said," Hermione sighed. "You see, even Quirrell said that this time. You are the only one who has always regarded him as a bad guy. You also listen Quirrell himself admitted all this, and it was not Professor Snape who wanted to attack you."

"Where does Professor Snape's disgust towards me come from?" Harry asked, but he knew it.

Quirrell said that Snape had a grudge against his father. He had asked the principal, but he refused to tell him.

"Harry, you should understand one thing," Hermione handed the apple to Harry, put down the knife and wiped her hands, "not everyone will like you. Yes, you are the savior in their eyes, and so are you. One of us Gryffindors."

“But it’s true that not everyone likes you, just like Licris.

"So many people like her. She and I are friends. You don't hate her, right? Even people like Malfoy are willing to let her be their follower.

"But Ron has always hated her so much," Hermione said helplessly. "Every time he sees her, he resists."

Hermione seemed to have a point.

So many people liked Licoris and were friends with her, but Ron didn't like it.

Then it seems that it is not unacceptable for me to be hated by Professor Snape?

But he had a grudge against his father and hated himself. Wasn't he offended?

"You should have a good rest. I will see you later." Hermione said goodbye to Harry. She had something to say to Licoris.

She must also want to know what happened after entering the door, right?

Now that Harry has woken up, many people will visit him. I felt relieved and could tell my friends about this adventure.