Resisting the nausea, the "special" taste of the potion was finally drunk, and there was not a drop left.

"Have you found out who did it?" The shrill voice rang out again.

He was burned by a sorcerer, slapped in the face by people's clothes, and washed with cold water...... The great Dark Lord had never suffered such humiliation.

Even if he was bounced back by his own Avada to become like this, it was not so humiliating!

"The host...... No ......" Quirrell trembled and cried, "Could it be that Dumbledore found you?" ”

"Don't be stupid, Dumbledore thinks I'm hiding in the Albanian forest." The face said viciously.

"He would never have thought that I was actually moving right under his nose!"

"Of course, he must have noticed something wrong with you, and I would never underestimate Dumbledore." The face chuckled.

"But he's confident, he's the same person as me, and he thinks he's in control.

Quirrell, Dumbledore is not in a hurry to get you, but will try his best to figure out who you are working for, who is trying to get the Philosopher's Stone.

This kind of self-confidence of his is our opportunity. ”

"But I feel like Snape looks at me viciously." Quirrell sobbed, "Isn't he your servant too?" Why...... Don't let him help. ”

Snape......s face squinted, and the red light flickered with coldness.

"Quirrell, look at what I have left, only a weak lonely soul...... Snape? ”

"Not only him, but also my 'faithful' servants, who may now be loyal to others.

Maybe it was the protector of the mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore. ”

"I don't know who else can be trusted, otherwise why wouldn't they dare look for me and help me regain my strength?"

"But the host...... My strength was so weak that after Gringotts, my body almost collapsed. Quirrell choked.

"I can't even kill Harry Potter, I can't even deal with the three-headed dog, you should seek Snape's help......"

"I think this job is boring you, isn't it, Quirrell?" An icy breath roamed the office.

"Did you try to get me to contact Snape so you could expose me so I could get credit from Dumbledore?"

"The hosts! I didn't, I just ...... Scared ......"

"Don't lie to me!" The man made a hoarse voice.

"I know everything, Quirrell! You are regretting, regretting going to the forests of Albania. ”

Qualoth shuddered, and his face's voice suddenly softened.

He comforted in a whispered voice, "Do not be afraid, my faithful servant.

With me, it's going to be fine!

As soon as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I will be able to create a new body and be resurrected again.

Never forget, Dark Lord!

He will not forget the good servants who helped him in times of crisis.

eternal life

How's that for this reward? I can do it easily. ”

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and Quirrell's face showed a hideous longing.

Voldemort was very satisfied, it was so easy to manipulate people's hearts.

"That's it, go get some unicorn blood, so that I have the strength to better protect you."

Quirrell smirked, "Yes master, I've figured out where the unicorn is. ”

"Very well, how are the herbs I want?"

"Half of it has been collected, and I think Sprout has found ......"

"No, she'll just think it's some magical creature causing the damage." Voldemort smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm very good at it, and I did it decades ago, Hagrid...... I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still be able to help me cover ......"

Quirrell crept at the mention of Hagrid, and he remembered the terrible three-headed dog.

"It's okay." Voldemort seemed to know what Quirrell was thinking, and he comforted:

"Hagrid's little pet is very easy to deal with. I didn't expect my elementary school brother to be so cute...... Very interested, we will get words from him and know how to deal with the three-headed dog. ”

Quirrell nodded.

"One last thing, fetch something for me." Voldemort's voice was full of memories, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"That was my stay at Hogwarts many years ago, and it will make us stronger."

Quirrell's expression was furious, and his master was as strong as ever.

But Voldemort smiled contemptuously, he was ready to discard Quirrell, and if Quirrell failed, the thing would ...... It's the back hand.

Philosopher's Stone...... He's determined to win!

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In the morning, Quirrell changed into a new robe, new garlic, and a new scarf, and made his way to the Great Hall as if he was badly injured.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the students of several colleges put down their breakfasts and quietly observed him.

Quirrell was confused, could it be his new three-piece deluxe set, which was so trendy that it attracted everyone's attention?

Quirrell tucked the neckline of his robe, looked like he was deficient, and slowly sat down in his place.

Professor Dumbledore looked through his half-moon glasses and said gently, "Professor Quirrell, are the burns on your body still serious?" ”

"Headmaster...... It's not so ...... anymore It hurts! Quirrell stammered.

"You should have checked it out to Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore asked, "I know you've traveled the world and seen a lot, but she's a professional. ”

"No...... No need......" Quirrell quickly waved his hand, "I can't...... Delay a student's lesson. ”

"It's still Professor Quirrell's heart." A smile flashed across Snape's sallow face.

"I also suffered burns last year, and your burns are worse than mine, and the winter is even harder.

Why don't you do that, I'll boil you some potions...... External application plus internal use, so as not to delay the progress of teaching, but also to treat injuries. ”

Quirrell pondered for a moment, he was definitely not exposed, so the other party should not be poisoned, as for the taste...... No matter how bad it is, can it be worse than the potion given by Madam Pomfrey?

"That'...... Thank you...... Professor Snape. Quirrell hurriedly thanked him.

"How's Sybil?" Dumbledore asked again.

"She just broke a crystal ball, nothing else." Professor McGonagall was unhappy, "But she asked for a pay increase because of her work injury!" ”

"A reasonable request." Dumbledore smiled softly, "She's been serving this school for eleven years, and she's still paid the same salary. ”

"That says a lot." Professor McGonagall said bitterly.

"And, if Sybil really had the ability, she would have figured out that she shouldn't have gone to see Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall disliked Professor Trelawney, but she didn't have much of a problem with the salary increase.

After all, who is going to rely on the professor's dead salary except Trelawney?

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(The third is more recommended.)

Well, I still owe a more. ）