Chapter 16 The Autumn Wind Falls

On the third day after Halloween, Albert woke up. Since I have no memory of that time, no one knows what happened except Hermione, a student, who knows what happened to the whole thing.

Under Dumbledore's repeated instructions, Hermione only held back tears and stayed by the sick ** for three days, and the matter was ended by the school professors because the student was unfortunately hit by a troll, but fortunately saved his life.

Time flies like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, it has entered November, and the weather has become extremely cold.

The mountains surrounding the school are gray and covered with thick snow and ice. The surface of the lake is as cold and hard as quenched steel.

Every morning, the ground was covered with frost.

From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver leather boots, defrosting a broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

But this Qiē and Albert have nothing to do with Hermione, they are known as the Gryffindor freaks. There are even rumors that Albert and Hermione were enchanted and turned into vipers on Halloween night, and that they should go to Slytherin.

Out of the friendship of acquaintances on the train, in the evening, when the noisy Gryffindor rested, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Albert sat together by the window, Harry and Ron told their experiences during the day, and Albert and Hermione helped them check their homework.

"The Quidditch Origins I was reading was confiscated by Snape, and I thought I should go to him and give it back to me." Harry said as he revised his answer to Hermione's homework.

"That greasy old bat won't give it back to you!" Ron said that he was copying Albert's homework.

"I think if ......" Harry stopped chattering after glancing at Hermione, who was watching Modern Origins, and Albert, who was watching Hamlet. Although they were classmates, their relationship was not good enough to talk about everything, and he had a plan to go to Snape while the other professors were around, so that Snape would not reject him.

So, while everyone wasn't looking, Harry slipped out quietly, but came back out of breath after a while.

"What's going on, did you get the book?" Ron asked.

"I, I see Snape's leg hurt......" Harry said the one he had just seen, "Oh Hermione, El you don't know, Ron and I ...... earlier"

"Hey, Harry, I don't think you should sue them!" Ron was a little upset, and Harry said everything.

Hermione's eyes were almost round, "I think you're so daring!" Dare to swim at night, and now slander the professor......"

"Are we bold? Ok, if this is considered bold, then isn't it even more daring to put a hole in the wall of the first floor of the castle! Ron stood up and kicked Hermione.

"You...... All right! I just think that he, he won't do it. Trying to argue something, but finally Hermione sat down weakly, "I know he's not good, but he's never going to steal something that Dumbledore keeps in his strict collection." Hermione tugged at Albert's clothes.

Albert also had to put down the book and join the discussion, "Just like Hamlet, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and we all see Snape differently, but as a colleague who goes to his office every night to study potions with him, I'm sure Snape won't do anything like that." ”

He put the book from his left hand to his right hand, "And don't you think it's really strange that Professor Quirrell has disappeared for half a month since Halloween and then comes back, like a completely human being, dressed in oriental clothes, wearing a red hat, and his eyes are very evil." I saw that his movements were getting stiffer and stiffer, and in addition to being able to speak fluently, he was almost like the zombie my mother told me. ”

"Zombies? The words of the yin corpse are not wise, right......" The three friends can't understand what a zombie is.

"According to the records, it was a magical creature from the East, well, that's not quite right, do you know Feng Shui? Landscapes, trees, people, the environment and climate is feng shui, oh, well, in fact, I don't know much about feng shui, but I know that after a person dies, if it is placed in the wrong place in feng shui, it will cause corpses to mutate and become zombies, zombies are steel and iron bones, have long nails and have high intelligence. ”

"I think that's like a vampire ......," Hermione interjected.

"Vampires, are you talking about the bloodlines of the wizarding world or the vampires of the Muggle world born from the curse of God...... Well, it doesn't make a difference, I suspect our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor turned into a zombie after he finally evaded the vampires who were chasing him in China......"

After a period of commotion and jubilation, the group went to bed and waited for the next day's Quidditch match.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Quirrell opened the curtains, and there was a large pile of moonstones on the ground, and he opened his mouth slightly like a drug, inhaling the moonlight. The expression is a pleasure.

"Master, I didn't expect that after becoming a zombie, the power obtained by sucking the moonlight essence is many times greater than the power obtained by absorbing the blood of a unicorn......" Quirrell was no longer the sickly appearance he used to be, his arms were swollen with hideous muscles, the nails of his hands were black and shiny, up to 1 ocm, and his eyes were blood-red and glowing green.

A transparent, ghostly figure appeared behind Quirrell, also red-eyed, but without a nose, and looking terrifying.

"The little zombie who was just caught in Hong Kong, after transforming your ** corpse with corpse poison, actually has the power of immortality, and it can resist me from entering your body......" Voldemort's body glowed with green light, although this trip to the East did not get his wish to get "Hug Puzi", but Voldemort also got some soul cultivation methods.

"Ghost ...... Hahahaha! Soul materialization, I have never heard of this kind of magic, there are no wonders in the world! I used to be a frog at the bottom of a well. Voldemort's hand was clenched into a fist, and his nails pierced deep into the palm of his hand, and to his surprise, blood flowed from the palm of his hand.

"Three souls and seven spirits, why didn't anyone sue me earlier!" He hammered the table hard, his eyes full of resentment, since he got the ancient books of the East, Voldemort knew how stupid it was to split his soul and fly away from death in the past, even if because of the particularity of Horcrux magic, and did not really split the three souls and seven spirits, but the soul became fragments, and his strength was only one-sixth of what he used to be, which made Voldemort regret that it was not appropriate.

With one-sixth of my strength, I can fight a tie with Dumbledore, and if I hadn't split my soul back then, I'm afraid the entire wizarding world would be mine now! Damn!

"Quirrell, we must do our best to capture the Philosopher's Stone and absorb its magic before we can once again ascend to the Eastern Lands! Get the method of ascending immortals, and become immortal with the yang god! Thinking of the various immortal secret techniques that the East had heard, Voldemort was completely excited, because he was a genius, he had mastered the Chinese in just half a month, and there was no pressure to read various Taoist Buddhist scriptures.

It's just that Voldemort didn't know that in the irregular quantum ebb and flow tides, it was almost impossible to achieve immortality, and even the world itself was just a phantom.

ps: Voldemort became an oriental ghost cultivator, or even a ghost immortal, purely out of his own bad taste. Hahahaha

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