Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 131: Self

The Mirror of Erised is nearly four meters high, framed by a golden arched window, supported by wooden legs in the shape of two claws.

Above the mirror is engraved a line of words: Eris, Uhru, Aytheubi, Kaflu, Aytheon, Vorhes.

If you read it in reverse, it is: I am not reflecting your face, but your inner desire.

Professor Quirrell obviously didn't know what the Mirror of Erised was. He ignored Kewen who was being 'controlled', but walked quickly to the mirror and kept checking it carefully.

After searching for a long time, Professor Quirrell couldn't find any clues on the magic mirror.

As a result, he turned around and saw Kewen standing on the doorstep.

"Come here!" Professor Quirrell raised his hand to Kewen and ordered sharply, "Find me a clue!"

Cowen is also curious about the Philosopher's Stone, so he might as well take the opportunity to check it out.

Continuing to pretend to be under control, Kewen walked stiffly in front of the magic mirror and looked at the mirror.

However, the result caused Kewen's pupils to sway slightly.

Because he didn't see anything in the mirror, as if there was an ordinary full-length mirror in front of him.

It shouldn't. Cowen secretly said.

However, his mind turned quickly, and after a little thought, Kewen knew the reason.

But it's because he still maintains Occlumency at this time.

Don't think that the Mirror of Erised is very magical and can reflect people's hearts. To put it bluntly, it is just an alchemy item with a permanent 'intake of divine sense' attached to it.

Combined with some manifestation development spells attached to it, it creates the effect of reflecting the inner picture.

Wanting to understand this, Cowen suddenly lost interest in the Mirror of Erised.

As long as he continues to study alchemy, he will be able to create such a magic mirror sooner or later.

But unfortunately, he can't get the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror.

However, based on the original plot, Kewen felt that he might not be able to get the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror, because only those who did not have the idea of ​​using the Philosopher's Stone in their hearts could get it from the mirror.

However, Kewen has been curious about the Philosopher's Stone from the beginning, and has a slight greed, so it is estimated that he cannot meet that requirement.

Kewen was in a daze for a long time, which made Professor Quirrell feel a little impatient, so he asked in an unhappy tone: "How is it!? Did you find anything!?"

"Nothing was found." Kewen replied in a dull, unwavering tone: "This is just an ordinary mirror."

"Ordinary?" Professor Quirrell frowned, turned his head and glanced in the mirror, and then growled angrily at Kewen: "How dare you deceive me!? Obviously I saw what I was looking for in it! "

"Shut up! Idiot!"

Voldemort's voice appeared again, and said in a tired tone: "He's under your Imperius Curse! How can he still have his own thoughts now!"

Professor Quirrell changed his face in a second, and quickly nodded humbly: "I'm sorry master! I forgot about this!"

"Kill him!" Voldemort ordered impatiently: "Now he's useless!"

"Yes! My master!"

Professor Quirrell responded respectfully, then raised his eyes to look at Kewen, his expression full of cruelty.

Just as Kewen recited the "Shenfeng Wuying" spell silently, Voldemort said again: "Wait!"

Professor Quirrell paused as he pulled out his wand and asked in surprise, "Master, do you have any other orders?"

"Someone's coming," Voldemort replied softly.

When Professor Quirrell heard the words, he immediately turned his head to look at the door and listened carefully. There was indeed a sound of hesitant footsteps approaching.

"Master!" Lowering the volume, Professor Quirrell said with an air of complete control, "It should be the 'Harry Potter'! I heard him and his classmates say he's coming here tonight! That's why I decided to do it in advance tonight, lest they take the Philosopher's Stone away!"

Voldemort did not respond.

Soon, the figure of Harry Potter came out from the long steps of the dark doorway.

The hazy moonlight that shone through the room through the skylight shone some light around the magic mirror, allowing Harry Potter to see Professor Quirrell and Cowan clearly.

"It's you!? Professor Quirrell? And... why is Senior Quinn here!?"

Harry looked very embarrassed at this point, the red sweater was covered with dust and there were several slashes.

There are several small wounds on the hands and face, and a solidified blood scab can be seen.

Obviously, the first few levels were a big obstacle for Harry.

Cowen's original concern was correct. Even if the trio worked together to break through the level, Harry was so embarrassed. If Cowen didn't guide him, and Hermione's participation is now lacking, then Harry Potter may be Can't get here alive.

At this time, after hearing Harry's doubts, Professor Quirrell said somewhat naturally: "Otherwise who do you think it will be?"

"I thought it was Snape..." Harry replied in confusion: "No! That's not right! It should be Snape..."

Hearing Harry's self-remarks~IndoMTL.com~Professor Quirrell chuckled mockingly, and then his expression instantly changed to his usual cowardly, pitiful look.

Simultaneously said, "Yeah, Snape does look like a bad guy, and who can doubt a stammering, poor Professor Quirrell?"

"What about him?" Harry Potter felt a sense of cognitive collapse, and looked at Kewen again: "What's wrong with Senior Quinn... Isn't he with Snape?"

"This genius?" Professor Quirrell regained his sullen expression, squinted at Ke Wen, and said with some pity: "Unfortunately, no one can deny his genius, but it's just a genius, I Just one Imperius Curse can make him obediently become my puppet!"

Next, Harry and Quirrell seemed to be playing at home. Rory asked Harry a little question, Quirrell answered it perfectly, and confessed to Harry that Professor Snape had Those black cauldrons on their backs.

Not only Kewen couldn't stand it, but even Voldemort lost his patience and couldn't help interrupting: "Enough! You bastard! Get me the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Yes! I'm sorry master..." Professor Quirrell was so proud just now, and now he is so humble and slightly bowed to ask: "But, how do I get it?"

"Use Harry Potter!" Voldemort pointed.

Harry glanced around in astonishment when he heard another voice suddenly echoing across the room.

And Quirrell got the order, and hurriedly walked towards Harry, while reaching out to grab him.

In the back, Kewen's eyes lit up, his right hand trembled slightly...