"That man...... Are you back in the UK? ”

Quirrell's face was hidden deep in his torn hood, and he asked Maca in a deep voice. Fastest updates

"Voldemort? Of course, I've been back a long time ago......" Maca nodded, staring at the shadow in the hood, as if to see through the darkness.

"Really? Oh, yes...... Of course......" Quirrell said softly, as if talking to Maca, but as if talking to himself, "...... Looks like he's failed again, doesn't he? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here so calmly......"

As he spoke, he tilted his head again and looked behind Maca's shoulder.

There, the leader of the troll, nearly fourteen feet tall, is being fattened by a giant made of rocks. Until now, there is almost no way to fight back.

McKellen ...... Well, it looks like I've missed a great student......" Quirrell sighed and continued, "Since you're still willing to call me 'Professor,' please get out of here as soon as possible...... With Hagrid, and the female half-blood giant. ”

"Professor Quirrell, don't you want to say more?" Maca asked calmly, "For example, what did you and Voldemort go through together in front of that stone tablet?" ”

"Huh? You know? Quirrell didn't seem to have expected that what happened to him would be known to others.

"Yes, I kind of know something...... Of course, what I want to know most now is ......" Maka said as she looked at him, "Professor Quirrell, what are you in right now?" ”

"Hmph, what kind of state?" Quirrell shook his head slightly, "The scum that was discarded after being used by 'that person'...... Like-state, right? In short, it's just a waste product that has lost its value, and all I can do is wait for ...... death."

"Voldemort may think you're worthless, but I don't think so." Maca chuckled, "Or maybe it's because he already thinks you're worthless, so you're more valuable to me!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell suddenly shook and seemed to be excited.

"So what?" He roared in a hoarse voice, his tone almost out of shape, "Value, value, value!" I was valuable to Voldemort, and now I am valuable to you, am I some kind of antique collectible? Can a person be measured by the word 'value'? ”

“…… Maca, what's wrong? He ......"

Maca turned around and waved her hand at Hagrid, who had just run over, and then looked at Quirrell, who was a little hysterical.

"Do you think that by using the word 'value' to evaluate you, you are demeaning you?" He spread his hands and said, "At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value, including myself. ”

"Everything we do is accumulating our own value. Think about it, why do you study, why do you work hard, and why did Dumbledore hire you as a teacher? Is it because you have a Voldemort stuck to the back of your head? ”

"I remember you traveled around to gain practical experience, right? You want to make yourself more valuable, you want to gain more valuable experience beyond theory, but what is wrong with your efforts, those ideals? ”

"Do you think there's anything wrong with the word 'value'?"

Speaking of this, Maca suddenly shook her head and said: "This word is fine, the problem is that the angle from which you look at it, your experience, your experience, your pain, and the perspective from which you look at the world have changed, that's all." ”

"Do you know why I still call you 'Professor Quirrell'?" He paused and changed the subject, "It's just because you still have value in my heart." ”

"And ...... Value? Quirrell seemed to lose all his strength, and he was almost entirely leaning on the troll's lap, muttering to himself.

"Don't you think you're still valuable? Otherwise, why would you end up in such a place? In my opinion, it is not surprising that you died in that mountain forest in your physical condition. ”

Maca asked directly, "Why did you come here with so much effort?" ”

“…… I don't want to die yet. There was silence for a few moments before Quirrell struggled and said, "I...... I shouldn't have just died...... I can't die like this...... Worthless! ”

"So you escaped from that mountain forest, so you didn't rush back to England, so you hid here...... Am I right? Maca laughed.

"Yes, you're right......" Quirrell took a deep breath with difficulty, the cold air pouring into his lungs, "I woke up from that unknown ruin that day and found that I wasn't dead, and he asserted that he would use my death to achieve his strength, but I didn't!" ”

"Perhaps it was for this reason that the dark magic he had placed on me was gone, and I regained my mind. I dragged this already tattered body out of that place with all my might......"

"It's not easy." Maca looked at him.

"Of course it's not easy, but that's not ......the point," Quirrell said with a wry smile, "The point is, I'm not a wizard anymore...... What am I now? Squib? Muggles? Handicapped? I don't even know ...... myself."

"By the way, didn't you say I still have value?" As he spoke, he suddenly lifted the torn cloak from his body, "But I can't even say when I'm going to die...... Maybe it's tomorrow, no, maybe it's the next second! ”

When Quirrell's cloak was lifted, Hagrid couldn't help but let out an "oh" in surprise.

No wonder he always sat on the ground in an odd position, no wonder he had to hold on to the troll's leg all the time, simply because if he didn't, he wouldn't have been able to maintain a sitting position.

Quirrell was also wearing a wizard's robe that was even more tattered than the cloak, almost barely "hanging" on his body. And what was revealed in those huge holes was a withered and deformed body.

It was as if the flesh had been drained of flesh and blood, the skin was clinging to the bones, and the entire abdominal cavity had completely collapsed.

And his face, which looks like a skeleton, looks unusually scary.

He said that he might die in the next second, but just looking at his appearance would make people doubt why he was still alive.

Even if he has always been as calm as Maca, he can't help frowning at this moment.

"Did you just wake up like this?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Quirrell glanced at him, those eyes were unusually large on his skeletal face, "No, I just woke up weak, and I became like this day by day......

"It's hard for you to keep your sanity...... "Marca shook her head, "Most people would have collapsed long ago when they saw themselves become like this. ”

"Needless to say, it's useless...... McLean, do you still think I'm 'valuable' to you? ”

"Of course," said Maca without hesitation, "even if you are dead, you are valuable, of course, even more if you are alive." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he turned abruptly and waved his wand lightly.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he had made with Transfiguration had already knocked the troll leader unconscious. With a wave of his wand, Golem suddenly lost the strength to support his body, and shattered to the ground.

"Get these trolls out of here, I'm going to check on your status as soon as possible...... If you want me to see, you won't necessarily die. If you were to die, you wouldn't wake up...... Based on my research, the Monument of Bewitchment won't make you in such a half-dead state. ”

Hearing Maca say this, Quirrell snorted again dryly, and the group of trolls seemed reluctant to pick up the faint leader and walk into the distance.

Maca used the Levitation Charm to move Quirrell into the cave behind her, and under Madame Maxim's stunned expression, she poked and groped Quirrell's corpse-like body for a long time.

"There's no other dark magic in terms of ** condition alone," Maca said after a moment before holding her wand against Quirrell's sternum, "but your life force is clearly passing away...... Well, I'll have to check your soul ...... again."

It was a long time before Maca came out of the cramped cave and greeted Hagrid and Madame Maxime, who were waiting outside.

"How's that guy?" Hagrid said curiously.

"I can't die for the time being, but I won't live long...... "Maca said, holding out an index finger, "and there will be more than a month left at most." ”

"No way?" Hagrid subconsciously glanced into the cave, only to see Quirrell still lying on the ground with his eyes closed, "I remember when I was a student, I was actually a pretty good little guy......"

"Is there a way...... It's hard to say right now," Maka shrugged, "it's complicated here! There are some things that I haven't studied yet...... His ** and soul are constantly dissipating, and no specific reason can be found. ”

It was said to be dissipating, but that situation gave Maca the feeling as if she had been sucked by something. Of course, this is just a conjecture based on some signs.

"By the way, Hagrid...... How did you end up here? Maca asked, "Why don't you leave with magic?" Like, Phantom Shifter or something? ”

"He won't ...... As for my words, it's because I can't use it. ”

Madame Maxim said, drawing her wand and raising it towards Maca, only to see that the wand had been broken by an external force, and half of it was dangling in the air, only a small part was still attached.

"Uh...... Uh-huh," Maca smiled and quipped, "oak?" Looks resilient......"