In the morning, Quirrell was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window, and he jerked up from his bed, a sharp pain that spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but bare his teeth.

Last night, Quirrell's master, the famous Dark Lord, punished him with dark magic because he was not satisfied with his efficiency.

Voldemort wasn't a benevolent master, and Quirrell's negative effects were still sore from the heart's effects.

He reached out to cover his cheek to hide the pain on his face, not because he was inefficient, but because this kind of thing couldn't be done quickly.

The professor who can be invited by Dumbledore to set up a level for the Philosopher's Stone has his own ability, even if he can subdue one or two and force him to ask for information about the mechanism that protects the Philosopher's Stone, he will inevitably expose himself, not to mention stealing the Philosopher's Stone, whether he can escape from the school is a question.

Moreover, the professors had all been told by Dumbledore not to reveal to anyone the mechanism that protected the Philosopher's Stone, and they did not know what the other professors' mechanisms were other than themselves.

Of course, Quirrell was no exception, and he didn't dare to ask other professors blatantly, so he could only inadvertently lead the topic in this direction through daily communication, for example, today I saw someone sneaking into the forbidden area corridor on the fourth floor, and was almost bitten by the three-headed dog.

However, more than a month later, Quirrell still found nothing, his master was losing patience, and last night it was a warning that if Quirrell couldn't complete the task, Voldemort would do it himself when he had gathered up his strength, and then his life would burn out as quickly as a firework in full bloom.

Quirrell struggled to get up from the bed and poured himself a potion to suppress the pain. He came to the mirror and looked at the pale young man in the mirror.

Quirrell turned to the side, and in the mirror, on the back of Quirrell's head, there was a terrible face, it was Voldemort, its eyes were closed, and below it were two slender nostrils, if you didn't look closely, you would think that this face had no nose.

This was the terrible punishment that Voldemort gave him after the last defeat of Quirrell. He possessed Quirrell's body, using his life as nourishment, slowly regaining his strength.

However, considering the difficulty of Quirrell's mission, Voldemort has been in a semi-dormant state, slowly accumulating his stamina and avoiding excessive consumption of Quirrell's life.

However, the moment Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, life entered the countdown, and if he didn't get the Philosopher's Stone, he would die in a short time, so Voldemort wasn't worried that Quirrell wouldn't do his best to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone, but Quirrell's slow progress made the Dark Lord very dissatisfied.

"I'll succeed, I'll definitely get the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell muttered into the mirror, bringing a large scarf from a nearby shelf to hide the back of his head, and not forgetting to use magic on the scarf to prevent anyone from tearing it off his head when he wasn't looking.

Quirrell didn't forget that not long ago, Peeves, who was known for being mischievous at school, had his eye on the large scarf on top of his head, and even tried to pull it off to see if there was garlic inside. Luckily, he reacted in a timely manner, otherwise God knows what would have happened.

Ever since that incident, Quirrell had been cautious, casting a spell on his large scarf to prevent Peeves or other students from forcibly pulling it off his head.

After packing up everything and regaining his strength, Quirrell headed to the Great Hall for dinner as usual, and as he passed the fourth floor, Quirrell vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards him, and couldn't help but speed up his pace, and turned a few corners to shake the other person off.

Albert Anderson.

The talented wizards of Hogwarts.

However, the same student that most professors liked was one of the last people Quirrell wanted to see at Hogwarts.

He couldn't understand why the other party had so many tricky questions, and the entire Hogwarts students together didn't necessarily have as many questions as Albert.

Every time in the third year of Gryffindor's class, the Hogwarts genius would always ask him questions, even in class, if he met him halfway through class, he would be asked, those tricky questions were not easy to answer, and Quirrell felt that he could be driven crazy by the other party at any time.

For this reason, Quirrell now chooses to walk around Albert so as not to be bumped into by the other party again, however, despite all of his own efforts, Quirrell finds that he can still meet the other party often, as if Albert knows his specific location.

Quirrell had consulted other Hogwarts professors about this, and they all said that Albert had a good relationship with the previous two Defence Against the Dark Arts professors.

It's also the norm to ask the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor questions on a regular basis.

Especially when Quirrell knew that his predecessor and his predecessor would often invite Albert over for afternoon tea, the expression on his face was completely frozen, and he endured it so that he didn't directly curse.

Damn genius, damn Albert.

Have you invited the other party to tea in the afternoon?

Hum!

If he could, he wouldn't mind asking the other party to taste the taste of the Diamond Heart Spell as well.

Quirrell thought viciously.

I had just been dining in the dining room, and I casually chatted with Professor Flitwick next to me, and my eyes involuntarily skimmed to the Gryffindor table, where Harry Potter was eating.

The famous Harry Potter.

Perhaps, if we can find an opportunity to kill him, we will definitely be rewarded by the Dark Lord!

Quirrell knew that Harry Potter was interested in the restricted area corridor on the fourth floor, and perhaps let him be bitten to death by the dog. Well, that's a good idea.

Or, when he's playing a Quidditch match, let him fall from a height and fall to his death.

As Quirrell pondered how to kill Potter, a large number of owls poured into the hall with letters and packages, including a white owl flying towards the teacher's chair and throwing a small package in front of Quirrell.

Quirrell had no idea that he would receive an owl email.

After all, he hasn't been mail-ordering anything lately.

Who sent it?

Quirrell's gaze fell on the sender:

Harry Potter?

At this moment, his mind was a little confused, and he instinctively looked at Harry Potter's location.

Quirrell couldn't understand why the famous savior would send him something.

However, Quirrell didn't open the package right away, instead putting it away and waiting for his morning class to return to his office before taking the time to open it.

Inside the package was a letter, plus a strange bottle.

Quirrell opened the letter first, and it told him what was in the bottle.

It's just that Quirrell can't understand what this thing has to do with the treasure of the treasure map?

And what is a vampire retreat amulet?

The moment Quirrell opened the bottle, he regretted it, and the horrible smell filled the room, making him smell like vomiting.

Instinct allowed him to reseal the bottle as soon as possible.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Quirrell's mind, he was teased by the savior Potter?

No, it shouldn't be so.

Could it be that the sender was not Harry Potter at all, but only sent a letter to himself in the name of Harry Potter?

Quirrell suddenly remembered something.

Not long ago, a pair of red-haired twins tried to recommend him a garlic-smelling vampire amulet?

Don't...... Is it them?

Did they send this to themselves in the name of Harry Potter just to tease themselves?

Quirrell's cheeks twisted at the thought of this.

However, he quickly calmed down again, because the chances of such a thing were not high.

Unless, the red-haired twins want to frame Harry Potter?

But why did they do it?

No, it shouldn't be that way.

After all, the Weasleys had a boy who was a friend of Harry Potter, so they shouldn't have done that in the first place.

There is only one possibility now.

Is this really a gift from Harry Potter to himself?

But why did Harry Potter do this?

Quirrell pondered Harry Potter's motives, looked at the parchment again, and suddenly realized.

It turned out that the amulet was used by him to banish vampires.

Last time, Quirrell had told the class that he was afraid of being troubled by vampires.

Although he figured out why, he didn't know why he didn't appreciate the savior who sent him his amulet, and even wanted to kill Harry Potter.

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