Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Harry! Harry!" Ron ran over anxiously, waving a newspaper in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked up from the pile of parchment scrolls, and asked without energy.

They had just finished their final exams, and after a lot of preparation and review, it wasn't much of a challenge - the confines of the exams in class made it less difficult (spotting a particular one in a pile of studied herbs In any case, it is much easier than picking out the plants you need from a pile of weeds); after making a rough estimate and ensuring that the history of magic can pass, Harry lay down on the table—although some I'm sorry Hermione, but the scar on his forehead hurt so much these two days that he hardly slept well.Speaking out would make his friends worry, so the boy had no choice but to find a bunch of documents and flip through them. This time, he really didn't have the energy to care about other things.

Ron piled the papers in front of him and pointed to the headline: "Nick - Nick Flamel Attacked Off Campus Lab!"

"What?" Harry jumped up.Although they have doubts about Kirodo, after all, they cannot have more conclusive evidence, and if the judgment is wrong and cause panic, it will only make the situation more serious.So they had to cryptically mention what was wrong with Tikiro in front of the principal, and Dumbledore assured them that Quirrell would not be a teacher in the school next semester (1).Harry also felt that dismissing a professor for no obvious reason would only lead to more suspicion and anxiety, so he had to maintain enough vigilance against Quirrell, and prayed that he could get through to the end of the school year—he really He didn't plan to confront Quirrell now. Although he didn't want to admit his lack of ability, it was a sensible choice to leave some things to the adults.He made a big mistake - Quirrell's master didn't intend to let him live peacefully until the holiday; judging from the unicorn incident, he probably couldn't bear it for that long.

Harry quickly glanced at the contents of the newspaper: Most of Nick Flamel's private laboratory was destroyed, and his wife was also injured, but fortunately no one died.Worryingly, those who caused the damage left the Dark Mark there.

"Where is Principal Dumbledore now?" He quickly pulled out a small box from under the bed, took out a few amulets and the pistol he received for Christmas, and ran outside the dormitory.

"I went to see the attacked place with Flamel." Hermione frowned worriedly, "The Ministry of Magic is secretive about the reappearance of the Dark Mark. It is said that Fudge wants the headmaster to issue a so-called 'everything is safe. 'statement of."

"Shall we go find another professor?" Cedric asked.After receiving the news, the people in their discussion group got together.

Harry stopped him: "No, in this situation, the professors will not easily believe what we say."

"Where's the headmaster?" Draco also suggested.He could feel that Harry and Professor Snape had a certain understanding in some aspects.

"Professor Snape..." Harry bit his lip and made up his mind, "Don't tell him, it's best to keep it from him."

"Harry?!"

"It has to be." Harry nodded to confirm that he understood what he was talking about very clearly. "If the man behind Quirrell is what we think, neither Professor Snape nor you should get involved. You should Pretending to be completely ignorant." Draco and Blaise's predecessors were somewhat involved with Voldemort, and if Voldemort really made a comeback, they would be very dangerous if they ruined his good deeds in school; as for Snape, Harry believed that he would use all means to protect himself, but judging from what Sherlock told him about Snape's general mission, it was definitely not a good choice to ask him for help—even without Mycroft's specific explanation, Harry can also understand that a spy's actions due to personal feelings during the mission may make all the previous forbearance and lurking fall short.

He forced himself to be calm and cold: "The matter of stopping Quirrell must be done in a low-key manner, if the news spreads completely in Hogwarts..."

"It will only cause unnecessary panic for everyone and it is very likely to further stimulate Quirrell to start killing." Hermione murmured.She had already figured it out: Quirrell, who was not fully exposed, still cared about his identity, and everything was done in secret, but once he was exposed, he would have no burden in this regard at all.Who knows what he'd do to the Hogwarts students to get there?

"But we can't wait like this." Qiu Zhang analyzed anxiously, "If Quirrell's purpose is longevity or the repair of the human body, the effect of the Philosopher's Stone is much better than the blood of the unicorn. His It's trying to divert the tiger away from the mountain!"

"I know." Harry took a deep breath, "I'll stop him."

"Little Harry." "Little Harry." The twin brothers wanted to speak.

"Fred, George, I need you to do something in the school to make sure no one else approaches Flamel's office on the third floor." Harry quickly interrupted them and began to assign tasks.

"Draco, this attack left a mark, can you pay more attention to everyone's reaction in Slytherin?"

"Cedric..."

"Harry, he's going to kill you! I'll come with you" Ron demanded.

"Oh, come on, brother." Harry pretended to be relaxed, "Which one of you knows more about how to kill than I do? Even Voldemort is far behind."

He pulled Hermione's hand from the hem of his clothes and let her pat his trouser pocket: "Hermione, don't worry, I brought a guy. When the principal comes back, please notify him immediately?" Then he raised his head and raised his head. He walked towards the third floor with strides—he didn't like the reputation of the savior, but he would not evade his responsibilities either.

Harry arrived just in time, and Quirrell's hand was about to reach out to the big cabinet where the Philosopher's Stone was placed.

"Don't move—" He held the pistol firmly, "Otherwise I will shoot"

"Ahaha, our little hero has arrived." Quirrell sneered in a chilling voice, "It doesn't surprise you at all to go. I thought what I did was already very covert."

"Concealment? That stinky hood, Halloween trolls, and wounded unicorns all give you away."

"I..." Quirrell was about to speak, but another voice stopped him from inside him, "Leave that boy alone—he's stalling."

Quirrell snapped his fingers.It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, I saw a few ropes coming out of nowhere, Harry bowed to dodge, and then fired with a "bang".

"How dare you?" The sharp and terrifying voice roared, he still remembered the painful experience that the small ball that could emit smoke brought him.At this time, Quirrell was silent.

"Okay, okay. Dumbledore will be happy to know how decisively his boy killed a man." Suddenly, Quirrell's body turned black instantly, and the bones made a crackling sound, "he" stretched out the black Fingers, unfastened the scarf, and turned around - where the back of Quirrell's head was originally, there was a hideous and terrifying face.It was dead white as chalk, with glowing red eyes under which were two snake-like nostrils.

Harry shot him a few more times, but the man continued to open the cabinet door as if unconscious.

"Do you still want to hurt me with that Muggle stupid thing?" said the face, "Quirrell is dead, I'm just temporarily controlling his body." He continued to scream and complain "Look What have I become! Only shadows and steam are left... I can only have form when I share a body with other people's dogs... But some people will let me enter their hearts and minds... Unicorn The beast's blood managed to bring me back a bit of strength... You made that stupid man set those damn traps in the Forbidden Forest, right... What a joke... Once I get the elixir, I'll be able to regain my strength Create a body of my own... ouch!"

He howled, and Harry turned on the little heat prop Nick had introduced, turned it up to the highest heat, and slammed it down on the face.

Quirrell's body burned and melted rapidly.Finally, a cloud of black mist burst out of his body and rushed towards the Sorcerer's Stone in the cabinet.

Harry felt the pain as if his head was about to explode. He tried his best to hold his eyes open and saw that black mist, accompanied by a scream, also bounced and shattered like an explosion, and then there was no more movement...

When Harry opened his heavy eyes again, he saw Dumbledore and Nick Flamel looking at him with smiles, and he himself was lying on a hospital bed covered with clean white linen sheets.

"Good afternoon, sir," said Dumbledore.

Harry stared at him blankly at first, then suddenly realized. "Principal, Quirrell—" After everything was over, he really felt that he had killed a person, although he was not a good person.

"Don't get too excited, boy," said Dumbledore. "Your friends have told me everything. You've done very well, very bravely, very..."

"How long have I lived here?"

"Two days. Your friends will be very happy to know you've woken up, and they're all very worried."

"Magic stone--"

"The Philosopher's Stone is safe. You protected it." Flamel showed him the bright red stone.

"No, I want to ask, why can't Voldemort touch it?" Harry had regained his composure, and asked, "His soul exploded after touching the Sorcerer's Stone, didn't it?"

"The problem—" Flamel explained to him, "I said that all alchemy must obey the conservation of energy. Voldemort's soul was somehow broken into pieces, and the law destroyed him completely. The Philosopher's Stone will not be a Incomplete souls make deals." (2)

"Incomplete soul." Harry lowered his head and thought for a long time, "Mr. Flamel, there is a question I've wanted to ask for a long time—what price did you pay to create such a Philosopher's Stone?" If it is really an exchange of equal value, shouldn't something that can resurrect a person be made with a person's life?

Flamel was silent for a long time and finally said, "I am not the maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"This kid is just a custodian." A crisp voice continued.

The portrait, the mysterious portrait suddenly appeared on the wall of the hospital wing.The noble young woman wearing a ring engraved with Potter's family crest raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "Finally willing to tell the secret? Flamel."

The author has something to say: (1) Regarding the question of whether Dumbledore deliberately let Harry go through the level in the original book, I think that part of the level was indeed designed to exercise Harry, but before Quirrell entered the school, Deng Bullido probably didn't know that Quirrell was under Voldemort.His problem should have been discovered later, but it was not easy to fire him. (2) This is the setting of an unreliable author and has nothing to do with the original work.Everyone can also think that when the original book was written, everyone didn't know that this was just one of Voldemort's soul fragments, so they dared not let him touch the Sorcerer's Stone.The next chapter is the end of the first grade, and the portrait is decrypted-it has little to do with the Potter family. (Don't overestimate the thinking of a certain fish, it's still a very traditional stalk.) In other words, isn't the plot a bit too rushed to write like this? Shouldn't the pace of my second grade story be slowed down?