"And then there's you, Alexander Drake. Why don't you show yourself?" Voldemort wheezed out from the back of Quirrell's skull.
This made me frown as he shouldn't know I was watching. I knew how the detection spells typically worked and as a result had been using my observation haki to watch this whole matter without my physical body being present.
'He's bluffing.' I mentally decided.
The face on the back of the head sneered "You may not be physically present child but I can feel your soul watching this place. I would highly suggest you show yourself before I kill Harry here." he said as a spell flicked out of Quirrell's wand tip and left a bleeding cut in Harry's side.
I could only groan and elementalize before manifesting in the room with the mirror.
"There you are. For the briefest moment the idea that you might allow Harry to die crossed my mind, but here you are. It seems not even you can remain calm in the face of death." Voldemort sneered as if he had won.
"You talk too much." I said calmly before unleashing my conquerors haki.
Quirrell spat blood and collapsed while Voldemort screamed in agony. Harry just watched with wide eyes as the same being that had toyed with him was reduced to a screaming writhing mess on the floor.
"Harry, mate. Would be be a pal and go grab this fellows face?" I asked calmly snapping him out of it.
He looked confused as hell but figured it best to do what I said. Quirrell and Voldemort both screamed even louder when Harry's hands touched their shared head. The skin dried and flaked under his skin as the powerful protective spell put on him to protect him from Voldemort was weaponized and rapidly accelerated the collapse of Quirrell's body.-
Soon enough Quirrell stopped screaming as his body turned to dust and collapsed. The dark twisted wraith-like spirit of Voldemort's main soul roared in fury and pain as it was forced out and fled. I turned to the mirror and saw what was reflected there. I walked up to the mirror and coated my hand in armament and conquerors haki before cocking it back and throwing my strongest punch at the glass. The glass rippled like water under the sheer force and rather than shattering from it like a normal mirror remained intact.-
"That won't be necessary my boy." A familiar voice spoke up firmly.
"The world is better off without this fae trickery." I said turning to look at none other than Albus Dumbledore standing in the doorway.
"So you know the mirror's origin. A sad tale is it not? Not an uncommon sort where the fae were concerned however." he said calmly as he approached.
Harry seemed to recover from the mental shock he'd been exposed to and quickly reached into his pocket and took out a red gleaming stone that looked like ruby glass almost with an unnatural glow to it.-
I quickly appraised the stone and mentally sighed as one of my early theories were proven correct, it was a fake.
{Item name: Philosopher's stone(failed)
Class: Treasure
Value: 1000 system coins
Condition: Flawed
Description: A brilliant but ultimately failed Philosopher's stone. It cannot grant endless life, nor create gold. It is also terribly fragile so any sharp application of force would shatter it. It is not entirely without use however as it is both an excellent magical catalyst and can give life to an inanimate object if used as it's core.}
"Professor, the stone. I kept it safe." Harry said hurriedly holding out the stone to the old goat.
Dumbledore smiled "Well done Harry, you have done a brave thing standing up to Voldemort. Not many have the courage or will to you know. I will see the stone returned to Nicolas without delay." he said as he took the stone.
He turned to me after that "And of course I haven't forgotten your part in stepping in to save Harry and forcing Voldemort out." he said and I shook my head.
"We can talk about this later in the privacy of your office." I said shooting one last glance at the mirror before elementalizing and leaving.
The old goat just smiled as I left and quickly helped Harry rejoin his friends who were already being brought to the hospital wing. Harry brought up his concerns with Dumbledore and the old man revealed that the trap was set for Voldemort's servants from the beginning. No one expected that he was possessing Quirrell however, not even him. When Harry brought up what Voldemort said about a prophecy however Dumbledore skillfully deflected the topic away from it. I was not surprised by this as it was too soon to tell Harry about the prophecy.-
Harry was not strong enough for telling him to do anything but be a massive burden on his mind he didn't need. In this particular case I actually approved of the manipulation. Eventually Harry and his friends were left in Madam Pomphrey's care while Dumbledore headed for his office where I was already waiting.-
"You know it's considered impolite to enter someone's space without permission." he said casually as he walked in.
"It beats waiting outside for an indiscernible amount of time." I replied with a shrug.