The trail was undoubtedly dangerous and exciting, especially when they knew that the man they were following was the most feared Dark Lord of our time. They hung silently far behind Quirrell's back, tapping lightly on the floor on their toes, not daring to take a breath of air, for fear that the mysterious man with high mana would have different hearing from ordinary people.

But when Professor Quirrell opened the door of the Great Hall, the two fools suddenly remembered that when the portal was opened, the whole Great Hall would sink into another dimension - would they be able to enter it at that time?

So they didn't care too much about hiding their footsteps and breathing, and hurriedly followed, and they were really glad that they had just gotten through the gap...... The door was slammed shut.

Quirrell glanced suspiciously at the tightly closed door, he seemed to have heard some sound just now, which little mouse had been raised by the student and forgot to lock it up?

"The host...... We're here. He said respectfully into the air.

After a few seconds, a hoarse voice suddenly came out from the depths of his heart, followed by a faint pain all over his body, as if every muscle and blood vessel in his body was slowly spontaneously combusting. He is worthy of being the greatest dark wizard in the European wizarding world in the past hundred years, and even though he has become weak and powerless now, he can still easily use the sound transmission charm with his magic power.

"Let me come, Quirinus, let me come."

"Good master!" Quirrell pulled out his wand, and he began to try to empty his mind so that his great master could temporarily gain control of his body. It wasn't that he didn't want to open the door to the treasury by his own efforts, but his magic wasn't as abundant now as it had been a few weeks ago—even if he drank the intoxicating thing his master had given him.

Damn Snape, if he hadn't done this weird poison to assassinate me when I wasn't strong enough! I could have forced my way through that trapdoor and dedicated the Philosopher's Stone to my master, so why would I have been reduced to a situation where I have barely been able to suppress the magic burning power that I have relied on the blood of a unicorn to do!

He watched as his body bent uncontrollably, mechanically straightened up again, and opened and closed his mouth in a strange, rhythmic unknown language. The last remaining magic boiled in his veins, and he felt like a Muggle from the Middle Ages who stood on the stake and was burned as a wizard...... But the master's mysterious ancient magic does work—the lack of magic seems to be more than compensated for by the mastery of spellcasting. The door in front of him began to twist into a swirl of silver.

"Hoo ......"

The control of his body snapped back to him the moment the spell was completed, and he heard his master's sigh of exhaustion. Just manipulating himself to chant a few spells, he was already tired like this—he couldn't get much unicorn blood last time, and his master's strength had weakened to such a point.

"Now, let's go in...... Quirinas. Get what you get there and I'll give you whatever you want......"

"As you wish, my lord."

Quirrell looked eagerly at the door of light, and without hesitation, he plunged into the vortex of thick mist.

He had been to the illusory room again, and even for the second time he had been here, he would still have been amazed at how real it was, and if it hadn't been for the fact that his master had reminded him that everything in front of him was just the magic of an ancient wizard, he would probably have crashed into the wall of the treasury in excitement.

"Go, open the altar." The hoarse voice said, "I hope you haven't forgotten what to do." ”

Quirrell was submissive. He stepped forward, came to the bluestone slab, and stretched out his wand. Tapping sequentially on the notch of the card slot, in the order in which the seven vertices of the seven-pointed star were carved—he suddenly let out a scream of excitement. At the same time, the familiar sound of water entering the dry well behind him began to sound......

"What's wrong Quirinus, I don't remember that this action consumes mana."

"No, no...... No, great hosts. But this ......" Quirrell stared at the contents of the card slot with a shudder, his face full of horror. "It's amazing, there's one more on it! Another nick is lit! ”

"What did you say!" Voldemort raised his voice, and he said impatiently. "Where is it? Let me see! ”

"But...... Master, your current physical strength? ”

"You don't understand how important this is!"

Quirrell hesitated, and he began to undo the scarf around his head in circles—the large purple scarf had fallen.

"Uh-huh......!"

The hissing of the well seemed to change its tone strangely, but no one paid attention to it. His head was surprisingly small, and then he slowly turned away.

"It's actually the first seal...... Wright's notebook turned out to be real! Voldemort's voice appeared strangely on the back of Quirrell's head, "The First Seal is really in Hogwarts, someone has found it here!" ”

Hearing this, Quirrell shuddered. "Master, then we'd better hurry away-"

"Quirinus, go take a look at the chest over there, tell me, how many bottles of potion are missing in it?"

Quirrell reluctantly walked to the well.

"Five bottles, master."

"Five bottles...... In this way, it seems that Wright's notes haven't fallen on Dumbledore yet, it must be some lucky student, hmph, I should have thought he would hide something at Hogwarts! Voldemort's tone seemed to be a little lighter, "But this is the best, even if a student taught by this gentle education method can open the door to the treasure house, it will be absolutely impossible to pass the test there in a short time... Instead, you will lose your life... Let's leave it alone, Quirrell, and get out what I left in the Fifth Seal first. ”

He controlled Quirrell backwards to the front of the stone slab, whispering a incantation of obscure syllables. The top of the slab shone brightly, and a red liquid slowly flowed down the two engravings into the base of the slab—and the room suddenly began to tremble violently, and everyone stared at what was in front of the slate.

The eyes of the four-colored stone horse burst out with dazzling rays, hitting the four corners of the altar like lasers, as if something had been activated, and golden runes appeared on the outside of the altar. The altar was lit up layer by layer, and a bucket-sized bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the center of the altar - it began to tremble, then spun strangely and sank beneath the ground. A dark hole and what appeared to be a staircase for people to walk down were revealed.

"No...... Don't, master! Quirrell seemed to see something terrifying to him, and he began to try to resist Voldemort's control, trying to back down.

"Don't worry, Quirinus. I've found a way through it - if only you could suffer a little more. Voldemort whispered in a hoarse voice, "When I come back to life, I'll make up for what you've lost, and promise to be better than the original." ”

Quirrell sobbed even more...... But he had no choice, he picked up the scarf on the ground and stepped step by step into the dark hole that he wanted to eat.

There was a dead silence in the room, except for the silver door of light, which was still spinning for eternity.

Suddenly, there was a murmur. In the empty corner, two figures fell out of the void.

They had just stood beside the dry well, and when Quirrell approached, they were trembling with nervousness, and they didn't even dare to take a breath. Brandi had already held the wand in his hand, and he was afraid that he would not be able to fight hard before he was discovered...... Quirrell didn't seem to notice them at all.

"What was that just now!" Parvati trembled and tried to stand up, but her legs seemed to be out of strength, and she leaned limply against the well. "That tumor-like thing on the back of Quirrell's head, he can still talk!"

"There's no doubt about it, that's the mystery man." Brandi panted and said that the scene where Quirrell untied the scarf just now was so horrible that Parvati reflexively wanted to open his mouth and scream, but thanks to his quick reaction and covering her mouth, he was not detected. "No wonder Quirrell has to wear a big scarf to cover the back of his head one day, and he doesn't want to go to Pomfrey after being poisoned, it turns out that the mysterious man grew up in that place, and he can't take off the scarf at all."

"It's disgusting, what if you wash your hair!"

"I guess I washed my face twice... This will also save a bottle of shampoo, just use soap. Brandi was a little unsure, "And it's better than it is on your chest or ass, isn't it, you can't expect a mysterious person to want to open his eyes every time he opens his eyes and see a toilet or a thick chest hair." ”

The two of them moved their stiff bodies to make the blood flow a little smoother. The restless Parvati began to look around—they really didn't dare to go down immediately, the hole was black and rumbling, and it looked like they needed a fluorescent charm to illuminate themselves. If Quirrell walked slowly and Voldemort on the back of his head noticed a glimmer of light behind him, it would be a lot of fun.

"Hey, Brandi. Come and see! ”

Brandi was kneading his calves, which were still sore, when he heard Parvati calling excitedly to him in the corner of the room.

"Did you find anything?" He stood up confused.

"Look at the painting here! Isn't there something too much here~" She ran back as if offering a treasure, and pulled Brandi limped to the far left of the room—he was sure that it was still an endless plain before. But now, indeed, there's a little more to it.

Above that land, there are endless mountains, deep forests, and lakes that sparkle like jewels...... There is also an exquisite castle standing on the edge of the lake. The strokes of the castle shimmer with silver dots.

No matter how you look at it, this scenery feels a little familiar...... Brandi furrowed an eyebrow.