"The host ......"

Quirrell's face returned to his usual appearance, and he muttered to himself in fear, "Snape is very strong, I am not his opponent......"

"Ah...... I know. ”

A hoarse voice came from under his large thick scarf, "Of course you're no match for Severus." He's the servant I once valued the most, but I don't know how much loyalty I have left......"

Quirrell's face crossed with an unnatural look. Anyone would be upset to hear such a blunt statement that he was inferior to another, even if it was what the Dark Lord he feared the most.

"Of course, I only have you as a servant now. When I come back to life, you will have a status that you could never have imagined, and eternal life is right before your eyes...... I've walked farther than anyone else on this road. ”

Voldemort paints a pie for Quirrell, and Quirrell is so fooled that his face regains his fighting spirit.

He glanced haughtily at the corridor where Snape had walked, and thought to himself, "Hmph, what if I can't beat you, now I have a higher status in the Dark Lord's heart than you......

"Professor Quirrell?"

A young voice rang out behind him unexpectedly, Voldemort disappeared immediately, Quirrell turned his head, and a handsome little wizard greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, Davis? Yes, what's the matter? ”

Quirrell quickly remembered who it was, the famous second-year wizard in Ravenclaw. He asked with a kind smile.

"It's nothing, just say hello when you meet me."

Norin walked slowly to his side, his hand hidden in his robe quietly grasped his wand, and said with an unchanged face, "I heard that you were also a Ravenclaw student when you were still in school?" ”

"Ah, yes, yes."

There was just a hint of nostalgia and remembrance on the face of the acting master Quirrell, "In, at Ravenclaw College, it was my happiest day......

Norin sneered in his heart and said nonchalantly:

"No wonder when school started, I saw you coming out of the Ravenclaw common room, and it turned out to be a senior's hometown."

Quirrell suddenly became vigilant, glanced at Norin's expression without a trace, and after noticing anything unusual, he stumbled and said:

"I'm going, going to see the Ravenclaw carvings and statues again......"

"Well, that's fine. I'll go back and rest first. Norlin said with a smile and walked briskly towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, only to see Davis, who was gradually moving away, suddenly turn his head, and his heart suddenly lifted as he wanted to talk to the Dark Lord.

"Well, Professor Quirrell, you have a pretty scarf on your head, can you give me one?"

Norin asked, smiling, standing at the end of the hallway.

"I'm sorry, King of Africa, the prince only gave me one."

"Okay. Goodbye, Professor Quirrell. Norlin shrugged his shoulders and waved goodbye.

Cold sweat dripped down Quirrell's forehead, and it was only after watching Nolin's back disappear that Quirrell completely relaxed.

"Master, the kid seems to have seen something."

"Son of Yaxley......"

Voldemort's shrill voice echoed in Quirrell's ears with a hint of greed, "He has a secret in him that even I love. It's a pity that you can't do it blindly under Dumbledore's nose......"

"Things have to speed up with the Philosopher's Stone, Quirinus...... Perhaps, I need to use more means. ”

Quirrell didn't ask him what he meant by more means, and he didn't dare ask. On his first day of allegiance to the Dark Lord, he understood that he only had to do what he was told.

Back in his dorm, Norlin thought for a moment and pulled out a piece of parchment that he had stored for a long time.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."

He drew his wand and tapped it on the parchment, which was like boiling water, turning into a cloud of ink, and a map leaped onto the paper.

He hasn't used it much since he got the live map last semester, and I have to say it's a bit of a tyrannical thing. The twins often asked him to borrow it, and snuck away to Hogsmeade quite a few times.

Norin looked at the map, and Professor Quirrell's name appeared in his office, and it seemed that he had gone back as soon as Norlin left.

Norin knew it was a bit risky to talk to him just now, but he didn't believe that Voldemort would dare to do anything with him in the castle. Besides, if he really wants to fight, he also wants to test how much strength Voldemort has left now.

Over the next few weeks, Norin will see what Quirrell is doing if he has anything to do. Before you know it, it's Christmas.

In December, the weather is getting colder and colder, and goose feathers and snow are falling all over the sky. Norlin had to add two sweaters to his voluminous robes.

There are more little wizards building snowmen in the castle, and there are many naughty ones who like to throw snowballs.

As Norlin walked down the road, he saw Fred rub a fist-sized snowball, and after pretending to make a gesture in front of him, it smashed into the back of Professor Quirrell's head as he passed by, making a loud noise.

Fred and George immediately slipped away without a trace, leaving Professor Quirrell with his head in his arms and trembling with anger.

Norin couldn't hold back for a moment and laughed directly. It's funny and I can't help but sweat for Fred, and blow Voldemort's face head-on, which can be said to be Fred's brightest moment.

During the last Potions class of the afternoon, after Snape reluctantly called out for the end of the lesson, the whole of Hogwarts was boiling. Not only can they enjoy the upcoming holidays, but some homesick little wizards are eager to get on the train home right away.

However, Norlin was less enthusiastic about returning home. Mom and Dad are not here, and when they get home, they have to cook their own food, so how can they be comfortable at Hogwarts.

So, when Professor McGonagall came over to register the list of students who stayed on campus, Norlin did not hesitate to sign his name.

Also unhesitating is Harry, who cherishes every day at Hogwarts and every opportunity to stay at Hogwarts.

"Hey, aren't you going back to Norin?"

Harry asked quizzically, seeing Nolin's name on the list. He was particularly envious of Nolin's family, and the gentle and kind Mrs. Davis and the handsome and promising Mr. Davis were simply the ideal parents in his heart.

Look at his family, the scrawny Aunt Penny, and the equally obese Dursleys father and son...... Harry gets goosebumps just thinking about it.

To Harry's delight, Ron and the twins are also going to stay, and the Weasleys are going to visit Charlie, who is raising dragons in Romania at Christmas.

The fly in the ointment was that Hermione had to go home at the behest of her parents, otherwise it would have been a perfect Christmas for Harry......

Professor McGonagall walked over to the Slytherin table to register.

Elena looked up and suddenly said, "Professor McGonagall, can you show me the registration form?" ”

Professor McGonagall handed her the registration form in surprise. Elena took it, saw a familiar handwriting on it, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and also signed her own name.