"Looks like you're not doing well, Tom!" Dumbledore muttered softly, staring at the silverware on the table.

"Since you all know there's something wrong with the professor named Quirrell, why don't you get rid of him?" the portrait of the big fat wizard with a red nose on the wall of the headmaster's office began, "I think he's crazy and plans to use the blood of a unicorn to keep his life going." ”

"I don't understand what you're trying to do at all. The portrait of the old wizard with a goatee continued: "The so-called savior, in my opinion, is only a little wizard of eleven years old, too young, don't you think you are taking a risk in doing so?"

"There are some things that Harry needs to face alone, and now he just needs to have the courage to stand up like a real man and fight Voldemort face to face. Dumbledore's tone was calm, "I'm lucky, Voldemort is still weak, and I can control it when I can meet Harry." ”

"Albus, I have to warn you that the more careful the plan, the more likely it is to make flaws, and all it takes is one mistake that can lead to the failure of the whole plan. Dipet, who looked very weak, also reminded him.

"Thank you for reminding Armandor," Dumbledore nodded, "I know very well where the flaws lie in this plan, and I know the importance of this plan having to succeed, and I will never let this flaw ruin the whole plan." ”

"What's the flaw?" asked the goatee-bearded Phineas curiously.

"Don't ask, if you ask, there's another flaw!" the old wizard with the red nose ran into Phineas's portrait and tried to shut him up with his cane.

"If you don't ask, don't ask, don't hit people. Phineas dodged the swung cane and continued, "Are you sure that Potter can be your so-called savior?"

"He will. ”

"You doubt Dumbledore's eyes?"

"Although I don't doubt his vision, I doubt Harry Potter's ability, we all know how his so-called title of savior came about, maybe it would be more appropriate for you to stop that Voldemort yourself. ”

"I'm not suitable. Dumbledore said, "Harry is the right fit." ”

"I don't see what he's better suited than you. ”

"I didn't expect you to understand, Phineas. ”

......

Voldemort didn't realize that he had already been arranged.

At the moment, Voldemort was forcing Quirrell to comply.

Last time, he forced Quirrell to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, hoping to regain his strength by using the blood of unicorns. Quirrell's incompetence had become unbearable for Voldemort, and he was in a hurry to get rid of his weakened body.

But...... What did this guy do?

Although there is no definite evidence, Voldemort suspects that Quirrell deliberately lost the unicorn at the end, and he has no intention of using the unicorn's blood to continue his life, or that Quirrell is afraid and delaying this moment.

However, this was something Voldemort could not tolerate, and he would not tolerate others disobeying his orders!

Quirrell's will was as fragile as a cookie, and Voldemort only punished Quirrell with a slight punishment to bring Quirrell to his knees, and this time the spell also squeezed Quirrell's remaining vitality.

He had no choice, he had to succeed, or he would face death next.

On Friday night, Quirrell snuck into the Forbidden Forest.

It took a lot of time to finally find a unicorn again.

Quirrell used a spell taught by Voldemort to sneak up on his prey, however, the unicorn escaped, and it took Quirrell a long time to finally manage to injure the unicorn, but he didn't expect to be able to kill a unicorn in a short time.

No way, unicorns run very fast, and it's too hard to kill them head-on.

Perhaps, the Dark Lord could kill them directly with the Avada Death Curse, but with Quirrell's magical power, it would be difficult to do so directly.

He was getting weaker and weaker.

So, Quirrell had no choice but to let the unicorn run around and squeeze the last of its stamina before attacking.

This is also the most effective approach at present.

To prevent himself from being exposed, Quirrell wrapped himself tightly in his cloak.

He spent an entire day searching for injured unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, forcing their prey into corners with a step-by-step approach.

During this time, Quirrell encounters the centaurs, is driven by the beasts to flee with arrows, and also encounters Hagrid, who has spotted an anomaly and is tracking down the injured unicorn.

Quirrell was so tired that he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he couldn't even stand up.

But he didn't want to die and persevered with the help of magic.

Finally, shortly after the unicorn fell, Quirrell knew he had finally won.

Late at night, a weary Quirrell wandered the Forbidden Forest like a wild beast with the help of the magic Voldemort had taught him, and he slowly came to the unicorn's side, leaning down to suck the silvery-white blood from the unicorn's wound.

The moment his lips touched the unicorn's blood, Quirrell felt his soul tremble, his body didn't change, but he could feel that he had become different from before.

Is this the cursed life?

Suddenly, a scream rang in his ears, and he heard someone screaming in terror and running away.

Quirrell looked up, letting the silvery blood drip from his lips onto his cloak, and he looked at Harry deeply in surprise.

Quirrell never imagined that he would meet the famous Harry Potter here.

This savior is a problem, and maybe I should solve him now.

Yes, it's a good opportunity.

There's no better place to be.

Quirrell struggled to his feet and walked slowly towards Harry, looking at the savior who was already trembling with his own fear, Quirrell's mood was happy.

The famous Harry Potter is about to die at his own hands, which is something that even the Dark Lord has not been able to do, how will he reward himself for helping him get rid of this serious problem?

As Quirrell raised his wand, the sound of horses' hooves sounded not far away, and a centaur stood between him and Potter, raising his front legs high, ready to stomp him into a pulp.

Quirrell escaped from under the hooves of the centaurs, who he had dealt with more than once, and knew that more centaurs would soon arrive.

Although Quirrell would have liked to kill the centaur and Harry Potter at once, he was too weak to fight, especially if he was facing more than one centaur and would probably be injured, which would not be worth it.

Quirrell retreated under the cover of the night, and his goal had been achieved anyway.

Just keep Harry Potter's life alive for now, and find another chance to take it later!