"Master, I've heard from the elves that Dumbledore did put a valuable item in the underground vault of 713!"

In the dark room, Quirrell was reporting to Voldemort the latest information, "According to the elf, the underground vault 713 is a vault for storing valuables, and the door there has no key, and no one can open the door of the vault and take the contents except the elf. ”

The snake in front of Quirrell didn't react much, it seemed to be just a snake, and he continued, "I've got that goblin under control, but I want to break into Gringotts......"

"Quirrell, I didn't spend so much time and energy on you to hear you say these excuses!" a hideous human face appeared on the snake's head, it was Voldemort's face, and every time Voldemort spoke to him like this, the life of his possession would be greatly reduced.

"Sorry, master. ”

"What I need is for you to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, not your sorry, I think you must have a plan of your own, right, Quirrell!"

"Yes master, I already have a plan of my own, the elf controlled by the Imperius Curse will open the door to the underground vault 713 for me. Quirrell whispered, "However, I haven't thought about how I'm going to get rid of the Gringotts goblins after grabbing the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Actually, Quirrell wasn't too willing to break into Gringotts. Although Voldemort said that taking the Philosopher's Stone and allowing him to completely restore his physical body would give Quirrell the glory and status he deserved. However, Quirrell still didn't have much confidence in breaking into Gringotts, as he had never heard of a wizard who could successfully steal from Gringotts.

The thieves who had the idea of Gringotts were all trapped in the vast underground labyrinth beneath Gringotts, and there was no way for the ghost to manifest.

Quirrell felt that he must have been crazy, or that Voldemort had gone mad, to have the idea of robbing Gringotts. However, he also knew that the Dark Lord had taught him the techniques of spell-casting and the power of the dark magic in order to bring him out of Gringotts the Philosopher's Stone.

If you fail, you will suffer terrible punishment.

Quirrell couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he failed, like the wizards who had been possessed by the Dark Lord.

Not long ago, Quirrell had caught a wizard from tumbling down the alley and possessed the Dark Lord to teach him magic and magic techniques, however, he had seen firsthand how Voldemort brought the other man to his knees and died.

All of this creeped Quirrell's bones, and he found that he didn't seem to have the strength to resist, even though the Dark Lord looked very weak, he was still strong.

"All you have to do is steal the Philosopher's Stone, and when I come back to life, those goblins will be nothing. ”

"I'll be ......," Quirrell whispered, interrupted by a knock on the kitchen window, and he opened the window to take the owl's letter, an invitation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He quickly opened the letter and scanned the contents of the letter:

Headmaster Dumbledore officially invited him to Hogwarts, where he was acquainted with the castle, his colleagues, and the lessons that followed.

Quirrell closed the letter and took a deep breath, the meeting with Dumbledore was undoubtedly an opportunity, a chance to betray the Dark Lord. If the Dark Lord were to be handed over to Dumbledore, he believed to be the greatest of all time

Big wizards can definitely ......

Quirrell admits that he was somewhat persuaded by Voldemort, but that doesn't mean he's a fool, on the contrary, Quirrell is smart and has served as a Ravenclaw prefect. Quirrell's talent for magic was actually good, otherwise it wouldn't have taken him just a few months to grow rapidly under Voldemort's teachings, and he had mastered the silent spell that he was not very familiar with, and even some simple magic could be used without the help of a wand.

Now Quirrell is already a good wizard, as long as he betrays the Dark Lord, he will be free!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Quirrell immediately extinguished the thought that had just stirred up.

He didn't dare to have extra thoughts in front of Voldemort, and the other party could easily see through his thoughts.

"Dumbledore's invitation!" Quirrell said respectfully, "the one who invited me to the school to familiarize myself with the next profession of professor." ”

"You're going to hand me over to Dumbledore. Voldemort stared at Quirrell's face and suddenly said, "You've learned spell-casting techniques and a lot of dark magic from me, so you're going to abandon me?"

"No, I don't, master!" Quirrell said in trepidation.

"Lying, you're lying to me. That's what you just thought, you want to give me to Dumbledore!" Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's head, "You want to use Dumbledore to get rid of me, you approached me just to learn the dark arts and spell-casting techniques from me, right?" ”

"I don't mind if you do that, I won't mind, but do you think you can get rid of me?" Voldemort suddenly laughed, "In my current state, even Dumbledore can't kill me, he can't do anything about me, and he can't help you." ”

"No, master, I have never had the idea of betraying you, never. Quirrell bowed his head deeply and said very respectfully.

"I don't care, but you have to remember that whoever betrays me will pay for it!" Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's ears.

The next day, Quirrell traveled to Hogwarts at the agreed time.

In front of the school's gates, Quirrell saw Hagrid, the hunting groundman, waiting for him at the door.

Quirrell stepped forward, greeted Hagrid with a slight stutter, and shook hands.

Hagrid took him to the Headmaster's Office, where Headmaster Dumbledore talked to him about his work, talked about the welfare of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and took Quirrell around Hogwarts himself, such as his Defence Against the Dark Arts office and the classroom he would use for future classes.

"You familiarize yourself with your work first, and after a while, I may need your help with something. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I'm glad I can—to be able to help, that's my honor—honor!"

"By the way, Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you, I hope you can prepare the books that will be used in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class as soon as possible, so that you can send admission letters to students!"

"No—no problem, I'll be quick — I'll hand over the list I need soon—to Professor McGonagall. Quirrell nodded, trying to make himself look reliable, but his actions weren't very convincing.

After seeing Dumbledore leave, Quirrell closed the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office and carefully examined every corner of the room to make sure he wasn't being watched.

To be honest, it's unlikely.

Quirrell felt that his disguise was successful, he kept making himself look a little stuttering and nervous, and he told Dumbledore about some of the bad things he had happened during his travels, and he cleverly concealed it from Dumbledore.