"What did you find?"

On the way back, Norlin deliberately slowed down, walked side by side with Elena at the back, and asked in a low voice.

Elena's unusual reaction when she saw the dragon egg didn't escape his eyes.

Elena glanced at Zhang Qiu and the others who were walking in front of them, not far from them, her little face was a little solemn, and she said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"I just used the family's tracking spell and found that there is a strange aura on the dragon egg, exactly like that mysterious black robe in the Forbidden Forest."

"Huh?"

Norin frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to tell her the identity of that person:

"That mysterious black robe is Voldemort, leaning over Professor Quirrell."

There was a moment of surprise on Elena's face, and then anger burned in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said hatefully:

"It turns out that he has been in the castle all along, so close to me......"

She didn't think about how reliable the message was, and she believed Norlin wouldn't lie to her.

Norlin looked at her in surprise, immediately noticed her abnormality, and asked aloud:

"What? He has a big enmity with your family? ”

Elena was silent for a moment, kicking away the pebble in front of her, but accidentally hit Ron, who was hooking Harry's shoulder and chatting with Zhang Qiu.

Ron turned his head in pain, and was about to say something, when he saw Elena, whose expression was wrong, quickly turned his head back again.

"My dad used to be a Death Eater."

After a long silence, Elena finally spoke in a dull voice, "When I was a child, I once overheard the conversation between my parents and my parents. Voldemort told his father that if he followed him, he would lift the curse on his mother. ”

"He's a liar."

Norin listened quietly, a glint in his eyes, and said softly, "Then you can't let Professor Quirrell live too comfortably this year." ”

He was thinking about Voldemort's current strength in his heart, but he saw Elena shake his head and said rationally:

"We're no match for him. As much as I would love to get revenge myself, the best thing to do is to tell Professor Dumbledore. ”

Norin was a little surprised, he thought the girl would find Quirrell and pull out her wand without saying a word. In fact, after listening to the girl's words, he was ready to persuade her to calm down.

"That's going to have to wait until the holidays are over. Dumbledore was not at school now, and he didn't know where to go. ”

Norin nodded.

After walking to the castle, everyone went their separate ways and went back to the common room of the college. Norlin had something to do with Professor Barburing, so he asked Zhang Qiu to go back to Ravenclaw first.

He knocked on the door, only to find that Professor Babling was not in her office. Norin was puzzled for a moment, then patted his head with a smile.

It's not a surprise that professors go out during the Christmas holidays.

On the way back to the common room, Norlin was thinking about how to deal with Professor Quirrell as Voldemort leaned over. He didn't want to do nothing, and watched Harry and Quirrell meet where the Philosopher's Stone was kept.

That would be too risky, and even Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to do it all. If Voldemort could regain his strength in the Forbidden Forest, Harry would be lying on the ground in front of him.

Thinking about it, Norin's thoughts drifted more and more. Defeat Quirrell and expose the true face of Voldemort in him, the admiration of the whole school, and the appreciation of the wizarding world......

A fluttering feeling rose irrepressibly in his heart.

Wrong!

The mark on his forehead instantly scalded, and Norlin immediately reacted, and his spirit was highly vigilant.

"Someone is using seduction...... Or mental magic like emotional amplification. ”

Norlin quickly made a judgment. This trick has also been played by Ravenclaw, and the nameless book has also turned three pages, and the spiritual magic Norlin is all too familiar.

He didn't want to startle the snake, and he still had a longing expression on his face, observing the surroundings without a trace.

Norlin realized that he was walking down a road that ran counter to the Ravenclaw common room.

When he walked to a room, the door seemed to have an infinite temptation to lure him in.

Looks like she can't wait for Dumbledore to come back, Elena......

Norin silently said to Elena in his heart, pushed open the door without hesitation, and strode inside.

The room looks like an abandoned classroom. Many tables and chairs were stacked on the wall, showing large black shadows, and there was an upside-down wastepaper basket.

However, on the wall facing him, there was something that did not seem to belong here, as if someone had temporarily put it here because there was no place to put it.

It is a very imposing mirror, high to the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame and two claw-shaped feet underneath. At the top is engraved a line of words:

Erisstra Aitut Ubika Frua Iton Wokhs

"Quirinus's body is not strong enough for me to use more advanced psychic magic, so I can only borrow the Mirror of Eris...... But it's kind of effective now......"

In the room, a hoarse and shrill voice suddenly sounded.

Professor Quirrell, whose eyes flashed red, stepped out of the shadows and muttered eagerly:

"Come on, the Secret Book of Laws, I'm going to see you for what you really are......"

"Soul Capture!"

"Broken bones!"

Voldemort's wand of Quirrell had already sent out a wisp of silver smoke towards Nolin's head.

The idiot-looking Nolin hooked the corners of his mouth, took a step back, and quickly pulled out his wand, facing Quirrell's somewhat strange face, the wand was about to poke into his nostrils.

The red light swelled violently in Nolin's wand, bursting out in Voldemort's suddenly constricted pupils.

Voldemort simply didn't have time to react, only barely had time to build a thin barrier of magic.

The Smashing Charm easily tore through the barrier of mana and slammed into Quirrell's face.

Quirrell's body was knocked upside down and slammed into the ornate frame, letting out a terrible roar.

"It can't ......"

Voldemort covered his face with his hands, and the muscles on his hands were bruised. He had the sensation of Quirrell's body as he leaned over, so the spell seemed to hit him directly, and his body spasmed uncontrollably.

He lowered his hands tremblingly, and Norlin gasped at the sight. The nose was gone, and the blood was flowing like a normal faucet.

Voldemort's wand slashed at his nose, and the wound made a burning sound that stopped the bleeding very roughly.

Norin looked at him playfully, and Quirrell had a strong resemblance to the face on the back of his head.

"You're looking for death, boy of the Yaxley family......"

Voldemort didn't care about the blood on his face, and squeezed it out from between his teeth word by word, as if with a coldness from hell, "I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to erase your memory." But now ......"

With a wave of his wand, an ice crystal suddenly appeared on the door behind Nolin, spreading and covering the door in a blink of an eye.