"But, master, your strength has not yet been restored..... Quirrell said in fear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Shut up, if it weren't for you idiot, I wouldn't need to waste the physical strength that I had so hard to recover. The hoarse voice scolded.

Quirrell looked pitiful at this point, and he raised his hand and slowly untied the scarf wrapped around his head. Quirrell raised his wand and recited a spell, but this time it didn't have the same effect as before, but the entire bath disappeared in an instant.

Louis walked out from behind the pillar with Harry, and there was no point in hiding behind the pillar at this point. But amazingly, Quirrell had a face at the back of his head! the color of that face was dead white than chalk, his red eyes seemed to shine with light, and his nostrils were as long and crumbling as snakes.

"Harry Potter. The face muttered to himself.

Harry looked terrified, his whole body trembling, his breathing was rapid and heavy, and he stared at the face motionless.

"Look what I've become!" said the face, "and nothing left is shadow and steam..... I can only have a body when I share a body with others....... But there are always people who are willing to let me into their minds and bodies... Over the past few weeks, the unicorn's blood has given me some strength back..... What you saw in the forest that day was Quirrell... He's sucking blood for me... Once I've got the Philosopher's Stone, I'll be able to create a new body of my own!"

It turns out that Quirrell is the one who killed so many unicorns, and he sucks the blood of unicorns for this face.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you," Louis bowed slightly, "you seem to have forgotten me." ”

"Oh, yes, how could I forget?" the face seemed to remember something, "Little genius of the Pendragon family, this is the second time we've met, right?"

"Yes, I was honored to talk to Mr. Voldemort. Luis said.

"I remember you've ruined my plans many times, Pendragon. Voldemort stared at Louis and said, "Or is Pendragon finally going to support that old fellow Dumbledore?"

"You're mistaken, I'm just defending myself. Louis shrugged his shoulders and said, "As for what you just said, you heard it, it was Quirrell who wanted to smash my mirror and I was forced to do it. ”

"I see. Voldemort said, "Then if I ask you to take the Philosopher's Stone out of the mirror, you will help me too, right?"

"Of course," Louis nodded, then added, "as long as the price is right." ”

"Then, as long as you find a way to get the Philosopher's Stone out, when I regain my strength, I promise to give you everything you want. Voldemort said seductively.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Voldemort, but I can't help you if that's all I have. Louis pouted, wanting to exchange a blank check for a Philosopher's Stone?

Voldemort looked at Louis coldly, if it weren't for the fact that he had almost no strength left now, he would have done it a long time ago.

"And what do you want?" Voldemort asked, suppressing his anger.

"For you right now, it doesn't seem like there's anything worth my attention. Louis touched his chin and said, "Look at this, I want all your magical knowledge." ”

"Deal!" Voldemort said angrily.

How valuable is all of Voldemort's magical knowledge? You must know that this can almost subvert the existence of the entire British wizarding world by himself! Although Voldemort knew that Louis was taking advantage of the fire, he had no capital and no time to bargain with Louis, because no one knew when Dumbledore would return from London.