In the morning, the sun has just risen over the horizon, the sky has begun to whiten, and a new day is about to begin.

On the hills, the old castle has been revitalized. Next to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid opened the door and walked out of his cabin, starting a busy day.

Filch, the caretaker, had finished inspecting the boys' and girls' bathrooms and was about to open the oak doors of the castle.

At this moment, the sunlight was already reflecting a golden yellow on the west side of the castle, reflected through the window on the wooden table beside the bed. The owner of the room got up from his bed, and he was standing by the mirror, looking at the pale face in the mirror, his lips twitching slightly, and Quirrell felt that his life might be coming to an end.

Voldemort once told Quirrell that if he couldn't hold on, he would have to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and that fresh unicorn blood would prolong his life and restore Voldemort's physical strength.

Quirrell knew that fresh unicorn blood could sustain his life, but unicorns were social animals, and these beasts were very magical and very difficult to deal with, and Quirrell was not sure if he would be able to successfully hunt a unicorn with his current strength.

Even if you can successfully hunt a unicorn and use its blood to prolong your life, it will come at a terrible price.

Using fresh unicorn blood to prolong life means that Quirrell will be completely cursed by the unicorn and have a half-dead life.

There are very few wizards in the history of magic who have done this, and the limited records don't provide Quirrell with much useful information.

Quirrell didn't really know what the cursed, half-dead life meant, but it was definitely a bad situation, and he didn't want to get to that point.

Otherwise, when Voldemort leaves him, Quirrell's life will still be cursed by the unicorn, which must be a very bad situation.

However, the worst is not this, and with the current situation, it is likely that Quirrell himself will not be able to hold out until then. Voldemort had warned him more than once that he had to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, but Quirrell couldn't even get his damn pet dog at the moment.

Sometimes, Quirrell really wanted to use magic to kill the three-headed dog directly, but he finally held back, he had to be careful, the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone would never fail, and he couldn't get Dumbledore's attention, there was only one chance.

It's a matter of life and death, and Quirrell will never tolerate his own failure, nor will he tolerate his own failure.

As for Snape, who had become wary of himself, Quirrell was not sure whether the other party would go to Dumbledore to inform, but Voldemort told him that Snape was once a Death Eater, and as a loyal servant under Voldemort, would Dumbledore trust such a person?

Although Voldemort said that Snape was his man and that he didn't have to worry too much that Snape would go to Dumbledore to snitch him, Quirrell was still skeptical.

Quirrell had also thought about asking Snape to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone, but Voldemort rejected the offer, and the Dark Lord didn't want anyone else to know about it.

After all, the less people know, the more secretive and safe they are.

Quirrell naturally believed Voldemort's words, but he still thought that Voldemort still didn't trust his former servant very much, especially after he became like that, and maybe didn't want anyone else to know!

Voldemort would have been scared too.

This made Quirrell feel funny, and perhaps Voldemort feared that Snape would turn around and betray him when he saw his embarrassed appearance.

After all, Snape had protected the savior when Quirrell murdered Harry, and his position was now difficult to determine, and he might have told Dumbledore about Voldemort.

After all, it is a wizard from Slytherin House, and it is too normal to do whatever it takes for his own ends.

Of course, Quirrell didn't want anyone else to thin out the impression he had in Voldemort's mind, he was gambling, winning and winning everything, losing nothing, and Quirrell didn't think he would lose.

Although Snape was suspicious of him, his presence was a great help to Quirrell.

No way, Snape is so unlikable, flying around like a giant bat all day long, it's just a living villain.

With him there to grab everyone's attention, who would doubt the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?

"Cheer up, you have to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible. Quirrell wrapped the large freshly washed scarf around his head, patted his cheek and muttered.

Lately, Quirrell has been trying not to wander outside the restricted area corridor on the fourth floor as much as possible. As he noticed that Harry Potter seemed to be paying attention to the Philosopher's Stone, he felt that this did not bode well, that the Savior was too nosy.

On Halloween Eve, Potter seemed to see himself checking on the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape had rushed to the fourth floor of the Forbidden Zone, making it difficult for Quirrell to determine who Potter was seeing and suspecting.

Moreover, when Potter meets him, he always shows him a strange smile, does that mean something?

With all sorts of thoughts, Quirrell came to the hall to eat.

The owl in the morning finally brought him good news, and the dragon egg he wanted was finally settled.

The smuggler had already helped him get the dragon egg, and they needed to agree on a location to complete the final deal.

Great, now we can finally get the three-headed dog.

As Quirrell got up to write a reply to the smuggler, he felt an inexplicable discomfort in his stomach. The excitement in Quirrell's mind vanished in an instant, and his face turned ugly......

Quirrell immediately remembered what had happened the other day, when several Slytherin students had stomach problems and Peeves were said to have added a small amount of basan bean powder to their food.

Isn't it even a professor...... Quirrell thinks he might have fallen for Peeves' pranks.

Holding his stomach, he rushed to the boys' bathroom closest to the hall under the surprised gazes of the other professors.

A short time later, Quirrell came out of the toilet cubicle, his face even paler, and he dragged his frail body to the second-floor hospital to ask Madam Pomfrey for help.

Quirrell just asked Madam Pomfrey for a small glass of antidiarrheal, and he didn't dare to let Madam Pomfrey see him, and God knows if the head nurse would see what the signs were.

In the school hospital, Quirrell sees two unlucky people in the hospital bed, and Slytherin's Flint and Monty have been lying in the school hospital bed for two days due to severe diarrhea, and now they are barely recovering.