In front of the professors, Quirrell looked clumsy but indignant.

"There's definitely a conspiracy behind this...... We still don't even know the trajectory of those werewolves entering the castle very clearly, do you really believe that these werewolves entered the castle on their own? ”

As soon as the question was raised, the professors who were close to Quirrell, both McGonagall and Snape, fell silent.

"I think it's a conspiracy, what do you think?"

The day passed, and Quirrell kept questioning, even trying to analyze the possibilities behind it.

However, Snape unceremoniously interrupted him.

"Alright, Quirrell, I think you should pay more attention to your own problems than that."

What does that mean?

After hearing Snape's indifferent words, Quirrell's heart suddenly swelled with a strong agitation.

He couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Joy?

Just relax?

Disturbed?

Fear?

The breath only became short, and Quirrell couldn't help but clutch his heart.

"Professor Snape is referring to ......"

"Of course it's your troll, don't you think we can't see it, that troll is the one you brought to the school, and if I'm not mistaken, it should have been in the secret room under that trapdoor."

Snape spoke slowly, but his dark eyes gradually became sharp, like shadowless blades.

"I'm curious, Professor Quirrell, why it's on the first floor and attacking students there."

Feeling something clogging in his throat, Quirrell fell silent for a moment.

"I ...... I wasn't a good learner and couldn't fully control it, and yesterday it probably broke through my limitations and ran out somewhere else. ”

The words grew weaker and weaker, and Quirrell couldn't even lift his head until the end.

It looks like he's ashamed of his stupidity.

Snape just frowned, as if he were looking at Quirrell or something.

After a long moment, he slowly turned his head.

"Then when our headmaster returns, I think I'll have to give him some advice, our school's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can't just be a half-ass."

"I'll try my best......"

Just smiling and nodding his head, Quirrell slowly closed his eyes.

Last night because of the werewolf problem, the teachers were very busy.

And today, the arrival of the Ministry of Magic and the departure of Dumbledore can be regarded as the end of this incident.

"Master, my master."

In that office, when no one was around, he called softly.

"Dumbledore is gone, what do we need to do next? The Philosopher's Stone......"

"The Philosopher's Stone, it's not the most important thing right now."

"What?"

Quirrell only felt his head buzz after hearing his master's words.

At this moment, he even felt that he had misheard something.

"But master, Dumbledore is gone now, this should be a good opportunity for us, we ......"

Immediately afterward, Quirrell seemed to realize something.

"Do you think Dumbledore would take the Philosopher's Stone with him right away from the school?"

However, in the face of Quirrell's modest speculation, Voldemort was silent for a while.

After a while, he felt a heart-piercing pain that spread throughout his body.

It is a pain of being oppressed by the soul and squeezed by the spirit.

It's as if the body is stuffed into a small bucket and constantly compressed.

"Goo...... Master, I did something wrong. ”

"You're just curious, Quirinus, why are you in such a hurry to show up to prove yourself today, you seem to be unexpectedly restless today? That's not in line with what you've been doing. ”

In the hoarse voice, there seemed to be a hint of weirdness.

And after being with him for a long time, Quirrell could even smell a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

That's definitely not a good thing.

"Why are you so conspicuous......"

"Because...... Because I think it's best for the whole school to be closed, when there are no students in the house, whether it's me or Pettigrew, we can move better and ......"

"And what?"

"I want to draw my eyes to Snape!"

Holding back the pain, Quirrell gasped.

He curled up, looking weak and helpless.

"Snape's personality would have been the first to find out what was going on in the fourth-floor hallway, and he should have had a confrontation with the vigilant three-headed dog, and then he would have been the only one trying to break into the fourth-floor hallway...... Although I don't know why he didn't do that. ”

Yes, Snape didn't have a single scar on his body, which was not at all what Quirrell had expected.

"But I must find a shield to cover me, Snape who betrayed you is the best candidate, master, don't you want Snape to pay the price for his betrayal and his service to Dumbledore?"

"Indeed, he needs to pay the price......"

It was a long time before Quirrell heard the reassuring response.

"Then master, we should ...... now"

"Don't worry, my other loyal servant, he has arrived."

"The hosts! Master! ”

With a flattering voice, a large rat scurried into the office.

Without looking up, Peter Pettigrew just slammed his head to the ground when he returned to his original state.

"All the things you told me have been done, are you still satisfied, master?"

In the face of Peter's flattering invitation to credit, Voldemort did not give a positive response.

"Are things ready?"

He just asked such a question in his hoarse voice.

"Ready, I'm all set."

Peter nodded earnestly.

Slowly taking out a silver bottle, he respectfully served it to the table.

Quirrell couldn't help but take another look, but before he could continue to observe, a twisting pain came from his body.

The facial features were distorted, and the face that should have been in the back of his head was desperately squeezing forward, squeezing the consciousness that originally belonged to him and his face to the back.

"Aha......"

After completely crushing Quirrell, Voldemort slowly reached out and gently lifted the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Not in a hurry to open it, let alone drink it, Voldemort just asked calmly.

"The rest of me is hiding with Malfoy, master, although there are many secret rooms in Hogwarts, it has been many years since I graduated, and I am afraid that hiding in the school will cause problems."

“…… Ah, then, is Lucius still willing to remain loyal to me? ”