Harry Potter World, Hogwarts, Defence Against the Dark Arts Office.

"Ah Qiu! Ahh Ah~Autumn——"

Three sneezes in a row that were so loud that they couldn't be louder anymore, and Quirrell, who was trembling unconsciously, pulled the robe on his body, trying to keep his skin close to the clothes, wanting to get himself warmer in this way, and the reason was naturally that he seemed to have a cold.

"Damn Snape, he poured cold water on me, and suddenly how could I ...... Ahh

However, it didn't matter if Quirrell had a cold and sneezed himself, but the "spicy man" on the back of his head was a little tense, and he only felt his face being pulled hard.

Now the little scarred injury has cracked again, and the injury is even more serious.

Old Tom said that he was about to crack, and he shouted loudly in a sharp voice:

"Idiot !!"

Hearing his master's reprimand, Chilo shivered, although others couldn't tell that it was cold or afraid.

"Hurry up and give me a scalding potion!"

Hearing the angry roar from the back of his head, Quirrell hurriedly untied the scarf from his head, lifted the potion from the table, and handed it to the back of his head in an eerie gesture.

And where Quirrell should have been the back of his head, there was a face that was as white as pork soaked in water for three days, and bloodshot eyes that looked red, and shot a gaze that seemed to kill people.

Further down were two long nostrils as slender as snakes, and the most terrifying thing was that there were countless red spots and bubbles on that face, all of which were burned and burned, and the hideous appearance was no different from that of a demon.

This miserable-looking guy is naturally our Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, and Old Tom.

Old Tom stared at the slightly trembling bottle in front of him, his nose twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth to take a big sip against the disgusting smell.

But before he could swallow it, the intense nausea made him completely unable to control his mouth, and he immediately spit it out.

"What's in this potion? Why does it smell so much like house-elf feces?!! ”

Quirrell shuddered again.

Although he didn't know why his master knew what house-elf feces smelled like, he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Just trembling and trembling to speak, a little weak to justify:

"This is a potion from Pomfrey, yes, there shouldn't be anything strange......

I didn't mean to listen to Quirrell's explanation at all, although it felt very disgusting, but who was Old Tom?! He's Voldemort, he's the Dark Lord, and he can still endure it.

Forcibly endured the nausea, three seconds, not a single point, and Old Tom's "special" taste of the potion was finally drunk, and there was not a drop left.

As soon as he finished drinking, feeling the "aftertaste" similar to feces in his mouth, Old Tom's eyes turned even redder, and he asked again in his shrill voice:

"Have you found out who did it?"

He was burned by a sorcerer, slapped in the face by people's clothes, and washed with cold water......

Riding a horse, his great Dark Lord, had never suffered such humiliation.

Even if he was rebounded by his own Avada and became like this, it was not so humiliating!!

"The host...... There is no ......"

"Waste, that damn bedbug, don't let me catch you, or ......"

……

A cat who is wandering around the forbidden forest and wants to see if there is a cheap cat to pick up: "Ah Qiu~"

"Huh? Is it a beautiful woman who misses me? Or is that stupid guy scolding me? Forget it......

……

Look back to Quirrell.

Quirrell was still trembling, his whole face wrinkled together like a ball of chrysanthemums, and his tone even brought a little cry to his voice:

"Could it be that Dumbledore found you?"

"Oh, don't be stupid, if Dumbledore found me, you'd have died a long time ago, and now Dumbledore still thinks I'm hiding in the Albanian forest. He could never have imagined that I was moving right under his nose! ”

He sneered as if mockingly, but old Tom was not too proud, and the expression on his face narrowed slightly, and then he continued:

"Of course, he must have noticed something wrong with you, and I would never underestimate Dumbledore."

Speaking of this, Voldemort paused, and then returned to the arrogance of the villain, and said with mockery:

"But Dumbledore was confident, he was the same person as me, and he thought he could control everything. So Quirrell, until he finds out everything about you, who exactly you're working for, and who wants to get the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore won't rush to catch you. This kind of self-confidence of his is our opportunity. ”

"But I feel like Snape looks at me viciously."

Hearing Voldemort's comforting words, Quirrell sobbed like a little daughter-in-law for a moment, and then gave his advice.

"Isn't he your servant too? Why ......, ahhhhh ”

With that, Quirrell sneezed again and stammered.

"Heh~Snape~hiss......"

As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, Voldemort laughed directly, but unfortunately he seemed to look at the wound on his face, and gasped again in pain, and then he restrained his expression and continued:

"Alright, Quirrell, I know what you're thinking now, trying to get rid of me? Run away from me, Quirrell, you regret going to the Albanian Forest now, do you?! ”

Hearing Voldemort's voice break his heart, Quirrell couldn't help but tremble again, and hurriedly excused himself:

"No, no, no, my master, the troll disappeared inexplicably, and now I'm inexplicably attacked, and even hurt you, I'm so weak, compared to me, Snape ......"

"That's enough."

A stern shout interrupted Quirrell's defense, and Quirrell could do nothing but shiver.

"Don't be afraid, my faithful servant, with me and the Dark Lord, nothing will happen, the Dark Lord will not forget the good servant who helped him in times of danger, and when I am reborn, the reward will definitely not be less, and I can easily do it with strength and even eternal life......"

Voldemort's words seemed to be full of demagogic magic, and Quirrell's cowardly face suddenly showed a trace of hideous longing, and his eyes were round like mad dogs, and he couldn't stop muttering:

"Yes, my master, I have figured out the location of the unicorn, and the herbs are ready, as soon as you regain your strength......"

……

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, Xiao Yiren, who was about to return, suddenly felt a chill, only to feel as if he was being targeted by something strange, and he couldn't help but feel scum.

But when I activated the Super Sense Spell and looked around carefully, I didn't find anything, as if everything was just an illusion.

"Delusion?"

After a long while, Xiao Yiren calmed down, but his four calves still took small steps, and quickly escaped from this land of right and wrong.