Chapter 87 I Don’t Want This Hot Potato

"Of course." Voldemort looked at the red gem in Aaron's hand through the mirror, his voice full of temptation, "Give it to me, I can give you everything you want."

"Haha!" Aaron smiled disdainfully, "I'm very sorry, I don't seem to want anything.

Or, you can't give me what I want."

"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed, "As expected of Slytherin, you are ambitious just like me before."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, everyone has ambition, just the difference is the size." Aaron played with the Philosopher's Stone, "To be honest, I don't want to give this thing to you."

"You will give it to me." Voldemort said calmly, "Didn't you say just now? You will be loyal to me and become the first The third generation of the Dark Lord.

Although this may be a lie you made up temporarily to cover up the truth, it can become true.

You have the most noble and ancient bloodline in the magic world, and you are qualified to be my heir. I will do my best to train you. "

"I am a little shaken after hearing this." Aaron smiled embarrassedly, not caring about the anxiety on Harry's face, "But it seems a little insufficient to use this condition to exchange for my loyalty!"

"I advise you not to be ungrateful." Professor Quirrell said viciously, "It is a great honor for you that Lord Voldemort can take a fancy to you."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, Quirrell immediately shut his mouth with a guilty conscience, his face full of horror.

"Reject my recruitment, do you know the consequences of doing so?"

"I know very well."

After a few seconds of silence, Voldemort smiled again on his ferocious face, "Sure enough, you are very similar to me back then, and you do have the capital to reject my recruitment.

I have studied the four hidden families, and the results are shocking and incredible.

Since the beginning of the magic age, no, perhaps even earlier, your family has existed at that time.

Even pure-blood families have glory and decline, but your family seems to have been developing steadily, and even the several grand wars that have swept the entire magic world for thousands of years cannot affect you.

But just In this way, a few of them have huge privileges, but no one has questioned it. It seems that you should enjoy these power. " Laughing, "I will know it sooner or later, but now, give me the magic stone." "Did I say it? I don't want to give things to you." Aaron said deeply, then turned to Harry, put the magic stone on the hands of Harry Potter in front of Voldemort. Leado chose you, he hopes you can protect magic stones. "But I choose you. Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone on him just to give Harry Potter an extra layer of insurance.

As the heir of a hidden family, how could he not have some means to save his life?

And once Voldemort hurt Aaron, he would inevitably face a powerful wizard family, which would be a hundred benefits for Dumbledore.

But he never thought that Aaron would put the Philosopher's Stone, which could attract the most firepower, in Harry Potter's hand.

He didn't want this hot potato. If he didn't throw it away early, would he keep it for the winter?

"Aaron, you have lost a shortcut to success." Voldemort said with regret, and then looked at Harry Potter in the mirror, "If you don't want to end up like your parents, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't even think about it." Harry staggered back a few steps. Only when Voldemort's eyes were focused on him did he realize how difficult it was to talk to Voldemort on an equal footing like Aaron.

"Like your parents, they are as brave as you.

They would rather die than surrender, but they still died.

Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I promise not to kill you, and even bring your parents back to life.

Harry, don't let your mother die for you in vain."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and then rushed to the stairs.

"Catch him!" Voldemort shouted.

Professor Quirrell immediately stretched out his right hand, but when he was about to cast a spell, a spell hit his arm and ended his spell.

"Run! You must run as hard as you can." Aaron shouted, "I'll buy you some time, but it won't be more than ten seconds."

Harry was moved to tears, looked back and rushed out of the room without hesitation.

"Do you think he can run away?" Voldemort asked coldly, "You should know how long these levels are."

"Who knows?" Aaron spread his hands, and saw Quirrell took out his wand, and immediately became alert, "I think you shouldn't waste time on me at this time."

"He can't run away.

I'll deal with you first, then I'll kill Harry Potter, and then hand over the Philosopher's Stone to my master.

There's more than enough time."

"Leave him alive and teach him a lesson." Voldemort reminded, "If he dies, we will be in big trouble. It's not good for us to go against that family for the time being."

"Yes, Master."

"Wait wait!" Aaron said hurriedly, "I never fight a battle without confidence. It should be in time for you to chase Harry now."

"What do you mean?" Voldemort stepped forward and turned his face to Quirrell's front, "You'd better explain it clearly Otherwise, it is not a little lesson. "" Actually, I asked Abbe to inform Hagrid before I came. "That giant?" "That giant?" But that's normal, your current state is not good! Busy, it doesn't seem difficult to take Harry Potter to run away! Voldemort quickly moved his face to the back of Quirrell's head, "Hurry up and chase him. We must not let Harry Potter escape."

"Yes, my master."

Quirrel immediately rushed towards the stairs.

After he left, Aaron, who was lying on the ground, quickly opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.

Finally, he was fooled, but the next show has just begun.

He rubbed his forehead and took out a brooch from his clothes, which was already covered with dense cracks.

This disposable magic protective gear is obviously unusable.

"The Dark Lord has a big name, but his heart is too small." Aaron looked at the brooch with some heartache. The prop that can resist the killing curse was used like this, and he was really reluctant to use it.

What Voldemort used just now was not the killing curse, and it would not even cause any harm.

But that magic will make him have nightmares for the next month, and Voldemort's terrifying and hideous face will be the protagonist of the nightmare.

It is conceivable that after the effect of this spell wears off, Voldemort will more or less become his psychological shadow.

The next time they meet, he will subconsciously feel fear, and it will be much easier to subdue a person with fear.

After putting away the brooch, Aaron walked out of the room slowly.

At the same time, Hermione also returned to the wizard chessboard and briefly explained the situation to Ron.

Just as the two were hesitating whether to wait for Aaron and Harry to come back here or return the same way, a white figure suddenly jumped in from the entrance.

"Abe." Hermione said in surprise.

"Not only it, but also the two of us."

Professor McGonagall walked in and said, followed by Professor Snape with a gloomy face.

Both professors looked a little sloppier than usual, probably because they were forcibly awakened from their sleep.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, why are you here?" Hermione was excited but also a little guilty. After all, they had been caught once for staying out all night, but this time it seemed to be more serious and should be expelled.

"It was Mr. Gaius who asked Abe to send us a letter saying that Professor Quirrell was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone and asked us to come to the trapdoor to have a look anyway." Professor McGonagall explained unhappily, "But I really didn't expect that you were so brave. Breaking through the trapdoor would be fine, but you actually went this far."

"It's because you don't believe us." Ron said unconvinced.

In his opinion, if Professor McGonagall believed them, they would never take such a big risk to do such a thing.

"How can I believe you?

You said Professor Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he is standing here now!"

Hearing this, Snape's face became even uglier, "Professor McGonagall, I am usually a little strict with Gryffindor, but I didn't expect to attract such suspicion for no reason. It's really chilling!"