Voldemort looked at the tree in front of him, which had returned to flat, empty and lost his goal, and he actually felt a little confused for a while.

"Lord, won??"

Quirrell's voice sounded like he hadn't woken up yet.

Voldemort didn't say anything, but silently retracted his consciousness back to the back of Quirrell's head.

"Get out of here, McGonagall should be almost here."

Voldemort's tone was cold and no, which made Quirrell, who had wanted to ask something, wisely choose to shut up.

"Yes, master."

And as he moved his body, his face froze. First I was stunned, and then I could see it on my face, and there was a great pain.

An indescribable pain surged from all over his limbs in an instant, washing over Quirrell's body like a tidal wave. The pain that seemed like something had gotten into his bones made him almost crazy.

"Ho-ho-ho...... Yes!

It hurts ......."

"Throat deadbolt."

The pain on Quirrell's face was still clear, but his eyes were unusually cold.

"Shut up, hurry up, stay any longer, you may not be able to go back."

Voldemort's voice was so cold, although it seemed a little sandy because of the pain, it was still cold and unforgiving.

Quirrell's eyes were bloodshot. He felt his head dazed, like a piece of wood soaked in water. The mouth opened unconsciously, but because of the edge of the throat locktongue, no sound came out. It's just an uncontrolled drip of saliva from the mouth.

He had fallen into a state of distraction because of the intense pain, and it seemed that he was going to pass out in the next moment. Quirrell couldn't help but recall himself in such pain.

The rush of happy, sad, proud, and shameful experiences disturbed Quirrell's thoughts, and made him feel better.

"If I were, Strange, I wouldn't want to go to Azkaban and play with the Dementors more than I do now. I believe that now you still want to live, but when you get there, you don't know whether you want to live or die. ”

There was a hint of annoyance in Voldemort's tone, but he didn't add to it. If you don't have the attachment and thirst for something, you want to persevere in an environment like Azkaban and not become crazy. It's a hard thing to do.

Voldemort saw a lot of hard bones, but a large number of them seemed to be treated like a Dementor Kiss, and they no longer insisted on the so-called righteousness and the so-called principles.

What's more, strange, definitely not that kind of hard bone.

Drug use is addictive.

With a sobbing face, Quirrell still moved quickly and chose to flee. He had to admit that it was really the same thing Voldemort had said, and if he didn't hurry, it wouldn't be as simple as a pain. He had long heard of the Dementor Kiss, and the last time he was in battle, the battle with Voldemort Bat gave him a basic understanding of what was going on...... That's no lighter than death, and even if the time span is long enough, it's definitely more painful than death.

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So, that's it, Quirrell was dejected, endured, and left here.

The last of the two sides of the battle who did not belong to the Forbidden Forest finally chose to leave. So the Forbidden Forest will once again return to calm.

Probably......

"Luke! Over here! ”

Taylor sensed Luke's presence from a distance, and then greeted him as soon as he appeared in his sight.

Luke looked at McGonagall standing beside Taylor, but he still couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Hey! Professor! What wind blows you from the warm castle to the cold and dangerous forbidden forest at night? ”

Luke's face was slightly cold, but his eyes were very cold.

Professor McGonagall, who wanted to ask Lew first, didn't know what to say for a moment.

Knowing that Luke was fighting back, using strong words, and preemptively, Professor McGonagall fell silent for the first time. Because, Luke said, it is not wrong.

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If you don't really ask, who would want to stay in the warm bed in this weather, but hang out in the Forbidden Forest at night?

Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even if it was Lew, if he could, he wouldn't want to do that.

Professor McGonagall sank, and Luke fell silent. Taylor, who was already very dull in front of the living, naturally didn't want to say anything.

So the scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

Well, Professor McGonagall came back to her senses, pointed to a messy forest beside her, and said, "It's a knot caused by the beast tide, Lu, this scene has nothing to do with you." ”

Then, Professor McGonagall fingered, a large mess of footprints made a clear path on the ground. It's new, but with a little bit of vibe, it may be able to stay on this path.

But now, of course, no, on this road, there is even a lot of blood, and even flesh and fur.

Taylor saw the stump of the mouse. Saw the head of a rabbit that had been stepped on. Taylor thinks he's used to seeing these things, so he won't react much.

The other two around me are naturally well-informed, and they shouldn't have any unusual thoughts about such a situation.

When, it can be seen that Professor McGonagall's eyes are full of compassion, this is not a holy, but a simple respect for life.

Even if it was really Luke's plan behind this, Professor McGonagall would not blame Luke for such a thing.

Wizards rely on emotions to perform magic, and the vast majority of witches are very emotional in their later years. It doesn't have to be violent, it can be too small, too kind, and so on.

Everyone is different, and the end result is rarely the same.

But if you do such a thing, but in the end you don't achieve enough goals, it seems very meaningless.

At the thought of this, a look of anticipation flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes. And this period was captured by Taylor. After activating the talent, Taylor did not dare to directly enter Professor McGonagall's mind to read the information. Because she was genuinely afraid of being noticed by Professor McGonagall.

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If it were a different kind of sea, or Professor Trelawney, she would not hesitate to directly invade her mind and read the thoughts.

But in the face of these four deans, Taylor felt that he had better be a little more restrained.

Sensing that Professor McGonagall didn't mean to blame more, she was about to tell Luke, but before she could do it, Luke said, "I've done something, teach, Professor Dumbledore knows everything, if you want to know, it's better for him to tell you." ”

Luke shook his head and lied: "I don't dare to do anything against Dumbledore's intentions, so it's best to ask Dumbledore what he wants, if he is willing to let you know, then it doesn't matter if you ask him directly or ask again." ”

"What if I insist on asking you?"

Professor McGonagall said aggressively.

But Luke in front of him did not hesitate: "What I mean, I must not be able to tell you for the time being." Because the matter is not over yet, if you miss it, then all the previous arrangements will be in vain. This is not cost-effective to buy. ”

Professor McGonagall immediately rewarded Luke with a blast, and then said angrily, "You can do it......"

Luke rubbed his brain and said helplessly: "Life is not easy to ......"

"Professor! Professor McGonagall! ”

Hagrid's trademark loud voice came over. The three of them looked over there.

"Good thing you didn't, Hagrid."

Professor McGonagall looked at the sea waving to her, and Ha sitting on the back of a centaur, and finally let go of the last stone in her heart.

She didn't think Harry would be in any danger of following Hagrid. After all, Hagrid is familiar with the Forbidden Forest, and they are all professors. Harry followed the sea, even if he was temporarily trapped somewhere, but there would never be any danger.

Forbidden, it's the same as Hagrid's house.

Although I don't know it in the depths, it's absolutely fine outside.

Hagrid, on the other hand, saw Luke and Taylor at Professor McGonagall's side.

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The big one was relieved, visible to the naked eye, and the heaviness on his face was gone.

"Lu, are you all right?"

Hagrid asked in a loud voice as he strode towards Luke's location.

"No problem."

Luke didn't make any trouble at this time, and he still had to say what he had to say.

"It's safe on our side."

"It doesn't look like it's safe."

Ferenze, the centaur, looked at the blood that had been washed out, and said with an expressionless face. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes. It is okay to say that the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad.

"Luke! Taylor! ”

Ferencze was very open when he saw the two friends, and jumped off Ferencze's as soon as he saw it, and then ran in the direction of Luke and Taylor.

But it didn't take two runs before the pungent smell of blood crept into Harry's nostrils. When he was on Ferenze's back, the smell of beasts on his body filled his nose, and he didn't feel any good after getting used to it. The strong smell even masked the smell of blood.

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And when he left that range, the smell of death and killing, which was a symbol of death and killing, went straight to his nose, and Harry couldn't hold back for a moment.

He tossed and turned for half the night, and finally let go of himself completely.

Taylor looked at Ha from a distance, who was being gently slapped by Hagrid, his body trembled and trembled, and he couldn't bear to say, "Ha, isn't it a little miserable?" ”

The corners of Luke's mouth are one, this is not good for him, but Luke's experience really has nothing to do with him. Instead, Luke deliberately eliminated him from his plan for the sake of Harry's safety.

But Harry was still able to mix himself up with this slightly miserable appearance, which Luke hadn't expected.

Ferenze looked at Ha, who was vomiting non-stop, and then looked at Lu, who was looking towards this side through a bloody road, and couldn't help but feel the contrast for a while.

Looking at the reactions of the two, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Human cubs, the gap is really big enough. ”

Hagrid was deaf, and he didn't hide his thoughts when he added Ferencze, so he could easily hear his words.

Hagrid was very similar to explaining one to Harry, but after a moment's hesitation, he just shook his head and said, "Luke is not a normal child. ”

So Ferenze looked into Luke's eyes, somewhat relieved.

Such, preferably in the minority.

"Lu, then, centaurs?"

Taylor said as he looked at Ferencze's figure on Luke's side.

Luke also looked at the horse, nodded, and said with some emotion: "Yes, a mixture of wild and rational, centaur man." ”

Among the fantastic beasts, it is definitely a race with superior intelligence.

It's just that after all, they are still limited by their own personalities.

The horse in front of him that can only allow humans to ride on him is Ferenze, a horse man who is really willing to pick up humans, or can be said to be willing to have deep friendships with humans. He even later became a professor of divination at Hogwarts.

He is an alien among the centaurs and does not have any representation.

Horses, after all, still reject humans.

Looking at the one in front of her, Professor McGonagall finally exhaled the turbid breath that had gathered in her chest.

"Finally, it's over......" Quirrell lay on his bed, his face aching, and squeezed the words out between his teeth.

Just, from the back of his head, a surge of heat, and the pain in his body gradually eased. Finally, it was maintained to a level that he could accept.

And that power also stopped in time, as if he was unwilling to give even a little more.

"Lord, should we deal with Luke Gaunt?"

Hatred was brewing in Quirrell's eyes.

"No, from that man's words, Luke Gaunt may not be his ally, and naturally he may not be our enemy."

Voldemort's voice seemed very empty, but it was inexplicably much softer.

"If he really served Luke Gaunt, then he wouldn't have told me such news."

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When Voldemort said this, although his tone was quite flat, he could still hear the complexity of his tone when he was connected to his heart.

Quirrell carefully activated his brain, and then tentatively said, "Or, your previous guess is not, Luke Gaunt is actually still a puppet on the surface. Now, it's a bait. He's going to let us attack Luke Gun, and then lure that man out, and in this way, this snake face is likely to have a grudge against the Gaunt family......"

When he said this, he said no more, the Gaunt family, you know, this lord of his own, is not recognized as the Gaunt family, not unwilling to be a member of the Gaunt family.

Have a vendetta against the Gaunt family? Will he admit this part of the grudge on himself?

"This is not necessarily a good opportunity."

Voldemort said seriously without hesitation: "Since it is, then Luke Gaunt must be his goal, as long as we induce him to attack Luke Gaunt, we will have a chance to get the Philosopher's Stone." ”

"But there's also something unreasonable, why didn't he just go to Luke Gaunt tonight?"

Voldemort muttered, his tone full of confusion.

The spear of the man's actions before and after made him look particularly elusive.

Quirrell frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of some possibility, and said, "Could he be Luke Gaunt himself?" ”

"That makes sense. He just said those things to you just to think about it, and by the way, provoke you to lose your mind, and then show your flaws. That way he will have a chance to really fight, kill, and even capture us alive! ”

Before Quirrell could finish his words, he heard a sneer in his head.

"What are you talking about, Quirrell."

The sound of evil and brutality, the slightly mild and rational Voldemort just now did not exist at all. Quirrell snorted, then didn't know what to say.

"Luke Gaunt is the snake face, do you want to talk to me, I have studied the devil for so many years, and at the end, will I actually fight a tie with an eleven-year-old child?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Quirrell had begun to tremble, his cold tone like a cold snake wrapped around him.

"You are here, this family, much stronger than Dumbledore of the same age, can defeat the current one, which means that he can deal with at least two Aurors at the same time. and retreated under siege. ”

Do you think you're writing about some kind of fantasy?

Even the most lame work would not write such a nonsense thing.

Quirrell frowned, sank, and finally nodded.

"Indeed, this kind of thing is still a bit too fantasy after all."

Quirrell said approvingly.

"The plan has failed, and now that I've given some of my accumulated strength, you're ready to stab the Ministry of Magic for some of the irregularities here. Dumbledore had to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for investigation. ”

Voldemort laid out the task as simply as that.

Quirrell, who was lying on the bed, immediately became anxious when he heard this.

"But Lord, the things we found were too small to be enough for Dumbledore to go to the Ministry of Magic for investigation!"

Let's play, let Dumbledore go to the Ministry of Magic to be transferred, although this is a plan that has been set up a long time ago, but even if it is launched in advance, but didn't you say that you are responsible for this matter? And the mystery of the god does not let me know!

"That's none of my business. Gives you strength. I need to get some rest. ”

Saying, Voldemort's consciousness gradually sank, as if he was asleep.

Quirrell was silent with an ugly face. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke.

"But, this is obvious, my strength."

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