Escaping a mummy maggot alive, Ani couldn't think of a better word to describe Voldemort's current appearance.

Maybe throwing him into a dung pit will soon be able to claim the throne again, and he is at least 10,000 times the size of the "kind", worthy of the hegemon among maggots.

But when the disgusting thing poked in front of Quirrell, he didn't hesitate to crawl over and kiss the lower end of the maggot.

"Master, please, let's act today, I can't hold on anymore, please, master."

"Master, I don't think I have more than a month to live, that would disrupt your plans!"

Quirrell cried out hoarsely, if it weren't for Voldemort's appearance and immediately cast a spell to isolate the area, I'm afraid the whole of Hogsmeade would have been awakened by him.

"Shut up, you piece of shit." Voldemort was furious, he was almost unable to suppress his desire to kill.

But how could Quirrell give up pleading, although he had taken a stupid step in finding the Dark Lord, but in fact, this Ravenclaw graduate was not stupid, he knew that pleading with Voldemort now was of little use, but he also knew that it might be his only life.

He no longer hopes that Voldemort will be able to fulfill his promises, and it no longer matters what strength and power he has.

Quirrell only wanted to save his life now, and there was only one request, one that he had never cared about more than a year ago.

Nowadays, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is extravagant.

Eventually, the Dark Lord could no longer suppress his anger, and he ingested Quirrell's wand and aimed it at his master.

Quirrell vaguely heard four words - "drill the heart and cut the bones".

It was the spell Voldemort used most of him, and he was so impressed by it that he could even remember every inflection of his master's incantation.

But the truth is not what he thinks, and it is even worse.

A green light flooded his vision.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

"I%#¥@&......%#!"

Aini's disguised sniffer lay on the ground, gasping for breath, if it weren't for the series of cordial greetings, someone would have thought that a female sniffer happened to pass by just now.

After a brief pause, Ani crawled towards Hogwarts with weak hands and feet, tears the size of beans falling to the ground.

In a small area such as a tunnel or a shack, his life-saving hole cards cannot be played at all.

To be on the safe side, after transforming into Sniff, Aini used one of her abilities and made a trade with a can of Bibi Beans.

The subject is a passing mouse, with Aini offering the beans and the mouse temporarily lending his vision and control.

Obviously, after the green light flashed, this temporarily became the last fragment of the little mouse's life.

This spell was able to temporarily link their souls, and when the little mouse died, Aini felt like he had lost the most important part of his life, and he couldn't help but cry.

Unable to open the vest for the time being, Aini quickly left the tunnel and hid in the grass nest.

It was a full two hours before Quirrell crawled out of the entrance and staggered towards the castle.

Seeing Quirrell enter the castle, Aini hurriedly ran towards the screaming shack.

The stench in the tunnel was getting stronger, but Aini would have preferred it to be shorter.

Turning back into her human form, Aini put away her unrealistic thoughts and ran quickly towards the screaming shack, hoping only that it was still too late.

Covering her red forehead, Ani finally made it to the screaming shack, and the poor little mouse was lying on the ground, lifeless.

"Good boy, I'm sorry." Stepping forward and hugging the soft lump, Ani closed her eyes and gently touched her eyelid with her wand.

When he broke away again, he saw a cloud of silver smoke floating above the little mouse, lingering for a long time and unwilling to leave.

This is the soul of the little mouse, in fact, the requisition spell does not cause much damage to the soul, it only extracts the soul from the body, misleading the body of the recipient, causing it to lose its vitality on its own.

It's like the legendary god of death asking for life and seducing souls, and this is where its name comes from.

Since the death of the body is a self-mechanism, the curse is unsolvable when it is strong enough to leave the recipient's soul.

On the other hand, when the strength of the spell is not strong enough to drain the soul, it will not cause much damage to the recipient, but only a little discomfort.

Just like when Crouch Jr. infiltrated Hogwarts as Moody, he told the young wizards that their life-seeking spell would at most cause a little nosebleed, and that's it.

To be precise, the Reaper Spell, the Imperius Curse, and the Heart Piercing Spell are unforgivable precisely because these three spells are directed at the soul.

The Imperius Curse is called Soul Snatcher, but it does not actually take away the soul of the opponent, but rather exerts control over the soul, and those who are proficient in this way can choose whether or not to retain the memories of the other person when they were controlled.

The best of them are able to obscure the truth through intermittent memories, and when the recipient is awake, they don't even realize that they have been controlled by the Imperius Curse, and even the Truth Elixir cannot reveal the truth.

This is why, after the end of the First British Wizarding War, many Death Eaters escaped punishment under the guise of being caught by the Imperius Curse.

The Drill Heart Mantra is the simplest and crude, and it inflicts the deepest pain on the recipient by constantly stirring the soul, which is a severe soul pain that all physical pain cannot match.

Coma, the body's protective mechanism, will be ineffective, because the pain acts directly on the soul, and the prolonged torture can even break the soul of the other person.

Even though this spell cannot harm the origin of the soul, when the broken souls are put together, the kitchen ceiling light is likely to be connected to the floor of the toilet, and the recipient will most likely lose their sense of self and become a wretched creature who can only rely on others to take care of them.

Ani looked guiltily at the little mouse's soul, the body was no longer a refuge for the soul when it was lifeless, and although he had found a spirit that had not yet dissipated, he could no longer put the little one back into its body.

The ghost sent the gods, Ani took out a crystal bottle and stretched it out towards the soul light mist, and the moment the two touched, the little mouse's soul group was like an octopus in danger, and it swooped in.

Plugging the bottle back into his pocket, Aini didn't know why he did it, anyway, he stopped the little one's soul from dissipating first, maybe he could do something for it later.

This bottle is an antique from Lady Emma, and it is said that it was used by the necromancers of the Dark Ages to store souls, and try to see how long it can last the soul of a little mouse.

Thinking about it, Ani didn't bury its body either, took out an ice box and put it away, then took out the bottle, and put the two together in a box.

Just in case, he turned himself into a little fox again, and left footprints in a circle in the shack, and then returned to the intersection of the beating willows, and ran to the unicorn colony.