Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian looked at Quirrell and smiled lightly.

He had already made up his mind that he would not take any risks tonight, and letting Quirrell retreat was the best choice.

So he was trying to speed up as much as possible to avoid the professor rushing over and getting him involved in the fight.

As for whether Quirrell, who can't get the Philosopher's Stone for the time being, chooses to stay in Hogwarts and wait for an opportunity, or hide in the dark and seek other methods, Brian can't control that much.

It is naturally good to keep the plot going smoothly, but at this time, self-preservation is still the main thing.

Brian knows very well the principle of acting within one's ability and protecting oneself wisely.

Ever since he knew that Dumbledore might not be able to come back tonight, Brian had restrained his thoughts.

In any case, although Dumbledore made him very afraid, he was indeed one of the reasons for Brian's wanton behavior. With Dumbledore at Hogwarts, Brian wasn't afraid of getting out of his own way. He had someone he could turn to for help.

With Dumbledore's Hogwarts, it is the safest place in the wizarding world.

Of course, Brian still hopes to maintain the plot as much as possible.

If Quirrell continues to stay at Hogwarts after tonight - after all, he thinks that his identity has not been exposed - Brian will decisively "confess" to Dumbledore and let him deal with Quirrell's problem as soon as possible.

If Quirrell escapes Hogwarts, he will have to improvise. If given the chance, he wouldn't mind creating some obstacles for him and even finding ways to kill him. The Foley family always has some power at their disposal.

Of course, just in case, Brian also made some preparations tonight to deal with emergencies. Brian wouldn't mind adding insult to injury if given the chance.

Brian quickly reviewed all the preparations in his mind, and his eyes became calmer.

Quirrell touched the purple scarf on his head, opened the smallest potion bottle and took a sniff. After pondering for a while, he said: "A very complicated formula, a potion specifically designed for this kind of black flame, very clever... indeed. "

Brian looked at the flames on both sides. He moved his palm slightly closer to the black flame, and the scorching temperature made his hand tingle.

He retracted his hand and said: "This is Dumbledore's magic. He also added some magical elements to the flames. Specific potions must be used to neutralize it... Ordinary fire-avoiding potions are not effective."

Quirrell sneered and said: "But I have been prepared."

Brian looked at Quirrell curiously, and saw him rummaging in his pockets for a while, then groping in his trouser pockets for a long time, and finally took out a dirty black bag.

"The bag with the infinite expansion spell is enough to hold several people." Quirrell smiled a little proudly.

"Uh..." Brian was stunned for a second and nodded wordlessly.

Since this magic potion can allow a person to pass through the fire unharmed, it should naturally be able to ensure that his belongings are not burned.

"Foley, please stay in the bag for a while."

"I can go through the fire with you, Professor." Brian didn't want to leave his own safety to Quirrell, so he argued rationally, "This bottle of potion is enough for two people."

"No, I need to keep some potions. If it doesn't work this time, I may have to come back later." Quirrell said. Apparently he still hadn't given up the idea of ​​tying Harry Potter over to try.

"Okay." Brian looked at Quirrell's increasingly dangerous gaze and agreed helplessly.

Brian took the dirty little bag and opened it. A strong, strange smell came out of it. He wanted to cast a cleaning spell on it.

He closed his eyes and stepped toward the palm-sized bag mouth with one foot, but it seemed as if he stepped on nothing. He fell directly into the bag, fell straight down, and finally fell to the soft ground.

Brian opened his eyes, and there was darkness all around him, with only the light coming from the top of the bag. The surrounding area was soft and smelled bad. He lit his wand and watched Neville and Justin being thrown in one after another.

Brian looked up, and he saw Quirrell's big face, like a giant.

I saw Quirrell tightening the mouth of the bag, and the surrounding area was completely plunged into endless darkness. Only the fluorescent light from the tip of the wand illuminated a small part of the space.

The bag shook, making Brian feel dizzy, and the unpleasant smell made him feel like vomiting. The surroundings became crowded, and Neville's body was pressed on top of his head. He had to throw Neville on top of Justin, and the two slept soundly, face to face.

After just a minute, the shaking of the bag stopped. Then Brian felt his head and feet being lifted up. He hurriedly stabilized his body, but began to fall downwards, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Neville and Justin were thrown out like two corpses, and Brian heard Neville's head hit the floor with a "boom" sound.

Brian stood up and looked at the surrounding layout. It was a huge room with a very wide area, but it was empty around it. There was only a huge mirror more than two meters high standing in the center of the room.

Brian was familiar with this mirror, it was none other than the Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell quickly approached the mirror. He first looked at the image in the mirror, and then tapped on the edge of the frame.

"Ah, I saw that I dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to the master, but where is it hidden?" Quirrell turned behind the mirror again and examined it carefully.

"Sure enough, it's not such a low-level method." Quirrell murmured to himself. He said to Brian: "Foley, come here and stand in front of the mirror."

Brian walked to the mirror and saw the image in the mirror, which was still himself, staring deeply at him with eyes full of wisdom, and a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What did you see, Foley?" Quirrell asked impatiently.

"Ah, I see that I have become a wise and powerful person like Dumbledore." Brian shrugged and said truthfully.

Quirrell stared at him as if he wanted to eat someone. He fumbled in Brian's pocket for a long time, and finally withdrew his hand in disappointment.

Brian frowned slightly in displeasure. He didn't like anyone touching him at will, especially this guy with a weird smell.

"Okay, okay, you can't... I have to try the remaining two..." Quirrell muttered.

Brian watched Quirrell raise his wand to wake up the two people. He pursed his lips and said, "Professor Quirrell, can I put on the invisibility cloak? I don't want to be seen by them."

"Of course, do whatever you want." Quirrell didn't bother to care about him and shot a magic spell at Neville.

Brian took out the invisibility cloak he had always carried and put it on himself, and he retreated behind the magic mirror.

He knew Quirrell couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone.

Because Dumbledore’s setting is:

"The Philosopher's Stone can only be obtained by those who want to find it but don't want to use it."

Brian, in his heart of hearts, didn't want to find it now, anyway.

Neville and Justin obviously didn't meet such conditions either.

Brian hid behind the magic mirror and watched everything happen.

Neville groaned and woke up. He held his head and hissed and inhaled. At the same time, Justin also woke up, sobbing softly while holding his foot that seemed to be broken.

"Professor Quirrell?" Neville looked around in panic and said timidly, "Where is this?"

Quirrell didn't answer. With a cold face, he took Neville by the back of his collar and lifted him to the Mirror of Erised.

"Tell me, what did you see?" he said coldly.

Neville sobbed softly. He looked up at the magic mirror, then quickly lowered his head and said, "I...I saw that my memory has improved..."

"What else? Have you seen the Philosopher's Stone?" Quirrell picked up Neville's collar and asked.

"No...no..." Neville shook his head desperately.

"waste!"

Quirrell took Neville by the collar, threw him aside hard, and cast a spell on him, making him unconscious again.

Then, he carried Justin Finch-Fletchley to the magic mirror.

Naturally, there is still no gain.

Quirrell knocked Justin unconscious, looked at the magic mirror with a ferocious expression, and uncontrollably cast a spell on it, but did not damage the magic mirror at all.

"No, Master...I have no choice, I can't find it..."

After trying for a long time, Quirrell knelt down in front of the magic mirror, covered the big scarf above his head with both hands, and sobbed softly and tremblingly.

Brian leaned behind the magic mirror and remained absolutely silent.

He just had to wait for it to pass.

"But what should we do next?"

Brian thought about the future direction of the plot and felt a headache for a moment.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat him, he would have really wanted to take this opportunity to kill Quirrell and send Voldemort back to his hometown.