"You're looking for death! Pendragon!" Quirrell pointed his wand at Louis, as if he was ready to shoot a curse at any moment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Idiot. Louis whispered, then looked at Quirrell with an idiot's eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Quirrell said frantically, sharing a body with Voldemort for so long had left him in a state of mental collapse at any moment.

"Fool, put down your wand!"

Quirrell stiffly lowered the wand in his hand, this time it wasn't Louis who said it, but Voldemort was teaching him a lesson.

"Look at Potter's trouser pockets, you idiot. Voldemort said in shame.

Although Quirrell was not an important person to Voldemort, Quirrell was so stupid that he felt that Quirrell had lost a lot of face to him.

Quirrell mechanically walked over to Harry, who was still roaring to kill Louis, but Voldemort obediently did what he said, what a pathetic man.

Harry looked at Quirrell walking towards him step by step, his heart was full of fear, he was not afraid of death now, he was afraid that the magic stone on his body would be snatched away by Quirrell! If Quirrell got the magic stone, then Voldemort would definitely be resurrected.

Quirrell crouched down in front of Harry, trying to pull the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket. Suddenly, Harry slammed his head into Quirrell, but instead of hitting Quirrell with the top of his head, Harry hit Quirrell in the face with his face.

A miraculous scene happened, a terrifying blister erupted from Quirrell's knocked side, and he took a few steps back to cover the half of his face and groaned in pain.

When Voldemort noticed that Quirrell was retreating, he shouted angrily, "You idiot!

"Yes, master. Quirrell replied bitterly. He raised the wand in his hand, since he couldn't touch Harry, why not kill Harry first?

Harry looked horrified at Quirrell's slowly raised wand, and he noticed that the vines that bound him had not known when they had been loosened. Harry jumped up from the ground and lunged at Quirrell, holding his hand over Quirrell's head. If Quirrell would be in pain when he touched him, wouldn't Quirrell be able to cast a curse on him if he kept holding on to him?

Quirrell shook his body hard, trying to knock Harry down. However, Harry hugged Quirrell so hard that Quirrell couldn't get rid of him.

"Tsk, what a couple of people who love each other. Louis admired the two twisted together on the side, it seems that only the same sex is true love.... One wants to break up, so he desperately wants to get rid of the other party....... One person is reluctant to give up the other, so he clutches the other party to death..... It's full of true love... Gee.

Presumably due to the pain, Quirrell fell to the ground and did not move. Harry was still hanging from Quirrell's body, and it seemed that Harry had already fainted, but his body was still holding Quirrell.

Suddenly, a black shadow emerged from Quirrell's body, as if the wind would blow it away.

"Pendragon, help me get the Philosopher's Stone..... I can give you everything you want...... including preventing death from coming...", came the seductive voice of Voldemort from the shadows.

Voldemort also had no choice but to find Louis again, because he didn't have a body now, and he had to need the help of someone else to reshape his body.