My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

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In the final secret room leading to the depths of the forbidden tunnel on the fourth floor, Klein leaned on the Mirror of Erised in extreme boredom, staring at Quirrell with big eyes. This happened too slowly. To be honest, this was him. He and Quirrell are in the same group, otherwise with the speed at which Harry came, the grass on his grave would be half as tall as a man...

Quirrell looked at Klein in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Your Excellency, Lord Rhine, will Harry Potter really come? This is too long..."

Klein waved his hands calmly and said, "Don't worry, I've arranged everything..."

Quirrell frowned and said, "No - yes, of course I am not - questioning His Excellency the Rhine Court's arrangements. I am just worried - worried that not just anyone can pass the previous levels, Harry Potter He-he won't be stuck in front, right-how about we go back and see-see if we can pick him up?"

"This...isn't it serious?" I remember that Harry and the other three could have come here easily, but there was no guarantee that if there was an accident or something, after all, it would have been too long...

Just when Klein was hesitating whether to listen to Quirrell and go back to take a look, there was a sound of footsteps in his ears, and two petite figures finally arrived in the room. (Ron was seriously injured during the chess level, and Neville took him back to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.)

Klein turned to Harry and smiled as warmly as the sun, "Oh! Harry, my best friend, you are finally here. Quirrell and I are discussing whether to go back to pick you up." and Harry After saying hello, Klein stared at Hermione who had unexpectedly appeared with gloomy eyes, and said in an unpredictable voice, "Hermione, you shouldn't be here!"

"Rhine~?" This look she had never seen before made Hermione a little scared, and her eyes were red.

At this situation, Harry was so shocked that he couldn't breathe, "You? Rhine, are you okay? Why is Professor Quirrell here? Where is Snape? Has he been solved by you?"

"Snape? Hahahahaha..." Quirrell laughed wildly. This laughter was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer. He seemed to be unable to speak at this time. Stuttering again, he looked at Harry strangely.

"Yeah, Snape doesn't seem like a good guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is really helpful for our plan. With him there to attract attention, who will? Doubt where is the poor stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Harry looked at all this in disbelief, "This can't be true, it's impossible. If you are the dark wizard who wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, then Rhine..."

"Hahaha..." Klein also laughed wildly. This smile was not as gentle as the sun when he faced Harry, but an extremely weird and exaggerated raise of the corners of his mouth. At this time, his voice The audio was like the devil whispering in hell, "Me? Haha, don't you understand? Harry, I'm sorry, I'm an undercover...!"

a bolt from the blue!

"How is that possible!" Harry couldn't believe his ears, "Rhine, have you defected to the Dark Lord?"

Hermione burst into tears at that time. She sobbed and ran up to hug Rhine, "Rhine! This is not true. Tell me you must be lying to me again!"

Klein hugged Hermione very gently, bit her ear and said, "That's why I said you shouldn't have come. In fact, I didn't want you to see it." As he said that, Klein took out his wand and pointed it at Hermione. With a slight wave of his hand, "Imprison them all!"

So Hermione stared at Klein with wide watery eyes, unable to move anymore...

"Okay, the gossip is over, let's take a look, Harry, we need you to solve this interesting mirror." Quirrell glared at Harry with a sneer, and then said to Klein respectfully, "Rhine Sir, what should I do next?”

It was only then that Harry discovered that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised. At the same time, Harry also noticed the strangeness of Quirrell's attitude. Why did it seem that Klein was the leader here?Although he didn't understand why, he had a bold idea and couldn't help but secretly hold the wand in his hand...

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone..." Klein suddenly paused as he spoke and turned around, "Expelliarmus!"

The wand that Harry had just grasped flew out in an instant, and he wanted to make some small moves within the range of his mental perception. Klein shook his head, as if nothing had happened, and tapped the wand lightly with his hand. Looking at the mirror, he said faintly, "The magic stone is inside. It's very easy to take it out. Just ask my best friend to look in the mirror."

"Okay, Harry, listen. Come up here." Quirrell turned around and pointed his wand at Harry's forehead.

Harry was tangled in his heart, but was unable to resist, so he had to listen to Quirrell and walked over slowly.

"Okay, kid, that's great. Look at the mirror slowly. That's right. Tell me where is the Philosopher's Stone?" Quirrell whispered and taught Harry how to look in the mirror step by step. I don't know, but I thought they had two teachers. A kind disciple is filial.

I have to lie to him, Harry thought desperately, I have to listen to him look in the mirror, and then make up a lie to deceive him, yes, do it!

Harry made up his mind, closed his eyes, stood in front of the mirror, opened his eyes, and then he saw himself in the mirror. At first, his face was pale and frightened. Harry felt bad. This is his current expression. ?You can't fool anyone, you have to calm down.

After that, he saw himself smiling again, reaching into his pocket in the mirror and taking out a bright red stone. Then he winked at himself slyly and put the stone into his pocket again. At this moment, Harry felt his pocket sink, as if something had been put into it. It was incredible!

"How's it going?" Quirrell asked anxiously, "Have you seen where the Sorcerer's Stone is?"

Harry mustered up the courage and tried to appear calm and said, "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Quirrell was surprised, "How is that possible? You didn't see where the Sorcerer's Stone is?"

"That's true! Professor, I don't understand why you think I can find the Philosopher's Stone in a mirror?" Harry blinked and started talking nonsense.

Quirrell was a little at a loss, and turned around to look at Klein with innocent eyes...

Klein was speechless, "Oh! God! Quirrell, please be more careful, he lied to you! Forget it, I'll do it." As he spoke, Klein stepped forward, stretched out his hand to Harry, and calmly Said, "Give it to me!"