"Professor Quirrell, it's you. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Harry said with a look of surprise on his face as he looked at the garlic-smelling Quirrell with Avanti's bag in front of him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

I didn't expect Jelf to be right, it really wasn't Snape.

But, why is it Professor Quirrell, who is timid and cowardly on the outside? Harry couldn't figure it out.

"Potter, I didn't expect to meet you here." Quirrell changed his previous image of being cowardly and bullying in front of the students, and looked at Harry coldly, looking at Harry with a cold gaze that was unusually uncomfortable.

It was an even more uncomfortable look than Aunt Vernon's family.

"Why you? No, shouldn't it be Snape? ”

"Snape? Indeed, Snape did not look like a good man. Quirrell almost burst out laughing when he heard Harry's words. But in reality, Snape has been protecting you all along. If it weren't for him, I would have killed you in a Quidditch match. ”

"But why is Snape so targeted me?"

"Of course he's targeting you, and he's even hating you. He studied at Hogwarts with your father, but they hated each other and didn't share each other's rights. But he never wants you dead. ”

Quirrell didn't go on to satisfy Harry's curiosity, Harry didn't have the slightest ability to resist in front of Quirrell, Quirrell just waved his hand and knocked Harry's wand aside.

The gap between an adult wizard and a young wizard is an unbridgeable chasm, and except in rare cases, it is possible for a minor wizard to subdue an adult wizard.

What's more, Quirrell is now a wizard possessed by Voldemort.

"Now, look at it!" Quirrell escorted Harry to a strangely shaped mirror like a chicken.

Harry knew about the mirror, he had seen it when he was wandering around the school the night before. Dumbledore had told him that it was the Mirror of Eris.

Harry could hear the sound of a scar from behind Quirrell, and suddenly the scar on Harry's forehead began to burn again.

It turned out that when school first started, I didn't have a headache because I saw Snape. It's because of Quirrell who is standing next to Snape!

Snape's right foot in his hand... Night... Snape threatens Quirrell... Harry's mind had everything strung together.

Harry seemed to have come to his senses.

Jerf must know something.

"Let me talk to him face to face." An eerie voice rang out over Quirrell's body, and Harry could be sure he didn't see Quirrell's lips moving.

"But master, your strength has not yet recovered." Quirrell said in a panic.

"I still have this bit of stamina." The eerie voice rang out from Quirrell's body again.

Harry's scar was in extreme pain at this moment.

Quirrell held up his hand and untied the scarf from his head. The large scarf fell, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small. Then, slowly, he turned in place.

It was a face from hell, just like a normal person's face after being severely disfigured after being immersed in the king's water, and it was completely impossible to distinguish where the eyes were and where the nose was.

I can only vaguely tell where the mouth is.

"Harry Potter, it's because of you that I'm like this." The strange face actually spoke, and the voice made Harry feel a little familiar as he was terrified.

It's a subtle feeling.

"Voldemort—" For some reason, the word popped into Harry's mind.

"There were only shadows and vapors left, and I only shared a body with others, but luckily I hunted a unicorn in the forest that day, and the unicorn's blood gave me some strength. But that's not enough, I have to get my hands on the legendary stone, and with it I can regain my new body. Give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket! As he said the last sentence, Voldemort's entire face twisted unusually.

"No!" Harry screamed that Harry had already obtained the legendary Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Eris when he spoke to Quirrell.

Harry's immobilization spell was lifted suddenly, and he turned around and ran out the door without saying a word.

"Catch him, don't let him run, you piece of shit!" Voldemort's voice was unusually low and angry, and he could tell that Quirrell had deliberately loosened his grip on Harry.

Sooner or later, this damn guy is going to clean you up. Voldemort's heart was filled with resentment.

I saw that Voldemort instantly seized control of Quirrell's body, and grabbed Harry in a strange reverse running posture.

However, when Voldemort's controlled body touched Harry's body, something terrifying happened. Quirrell's body began to melt like wax, and the burning sensation in his body not only caused Quirrell to let out a wail of pain, but also to distort Voldemort's expression.

"It's the damn woman! The damn spell is still in effect! ”

Harry's reaction was also quick, and when he realized that touching his body could actually cause damage to Voldemort, Harry threw himself into Quirrell's arms without saying a word.

Bursts of white smoke wafted out of Quirrell's body, the pungent smell of burning gum. Quirrell's modest body began to shrink until it vanished from Harry's vision, leaving only the garlic-scented robes.

Voldemort let out a wail, and Harry could see a puff of black smoke drifting out of Quirrell's clothes and hitting Harry in diameter.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness came over him, and Harry finally fainted to the ground. Before falling unconscious, Harry faintly saw a black figure at the gate.

"Lord Voldemort, we meet again." Jelf held his wand and looked at Voldemort with a smile on his face, only a cloud of smoke remained, if it weren't for the guardian charm on Harry's body that hit Voldemort hard again, Jelff wouldn't have dared to risk this head.

The Dark Lord, who was once dominant, is now only a shadow-like substance, not even a ghost. In the face of such a nearly drowned Voldemort, Gerf was not afraid.

"Damn, I want your body! Give him to me! There was a shrill sound in the puff of smoke, and it rushed towards Jelf.

"Undead Slayer!" When a divine magic shone on Voldemort's body, a large black cloud was directly dispersed, leaving a small piece mixed with wailing and embarrassment and finally disappeared into the room.

"Idiot." Jelf pursed his lips disdainfully, if it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, how could Voldemort, who was only a ball of soul, escape his palm, he had already noticed that there was a wizard with extremely high mana hidden nearby. If nothing else, it would have been Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't solve the reason for Voldemort's problem, and Jelf also had a general idea.

Horcruxes are a very strange and evil magic, and as long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, the caster can be reborn indefinitely. However, as the caster's body, he has absolute control. In other words, as long as Voldemort, who had turned into a shadow and survived, did not completely dissipate for a day, it would be impossible for those Horcruxes to succeed in seizing power, even if they already had some independent consciousness.

Rather than completely strangling this familiar Voldemort, it is better to let it go, the familiar opponent is easier to deal with after all, and Dumbledore is really calculating.