It was late at night.

The undercurrents and actions of all sides in Hogwarts were not on the table.

The students were still sleeping peacefully in their dormitories, and even the most mischievous students would not dare to touch their heads at this pinch, even the Gryffindors.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is because Percy, the prefect who is still in office, used his status and power to suppress his two naughty younger brothers.

However, it doesn't matter what the reason for these trivial things is.

The important thing is that now that Filch has been injured, there will be no more dutiful patrols in the school, and when the prefects finish their patrols and go to sleep, the second half of the night at Hogwarts can be said to be empty.

After exiting the 'no-go zone' in the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor, Quirrell walked in such an environment.

There was no stupid and lowly Squib Administrator, and no cat beside him.

However, this situation did not make Quirrell feel any excitement.

On the contrary, the seemingly cowardly Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had a deep fear that was difficult to describe in words.

And the source of everything is because there is that consciousness in the back of his head, the consciousness of the Dark Lord.

Quirrell could see that he was angry.

Because of the anger that spread from the inside out, Quirrell even felt as if he had no room to live.

But even so, his broken, cursed soul had to drag its body forward.

"Master, please don't be angry."

Without asking much about the reason, he just said in a tone that was close to pleading.

However, the Dark Lord still didn't respond, which almost made Quirrell's heart sink to the bottom.

But what can he do in this situation?

He just endured the pain and kept going.

Go down to the second floor, to his Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, up the stairs, and back to his own office.

"Whew!"

Finally, he came to the space that was now only his.

But before Quirredo could catch his breath, he saw a mouse lying quietly on his desk.

Peter Pettigrew!

"Master, my master, I'm coming."

The rat quickly turned into a humble old man who was crawling on the ground.

It was at that moment that Quirrell felt as if his already fragile soul had been stuffed into a blender.

"The hosts! Master! Please leave me some time! Master!! ”

However, Voldemort did not give his servants any time to prepare mentally.

In front of Peter, Quirrell's twisted and painful face was pushed aside, and the invincible Dark Lord was replaced by him.

Seeing this scene, a terrible thought even appeared in Peter's heart.

Maybe Quirrell won't live long......

"You're late, Peter."

But before he could think about anything, the hideous and terrifying face made a hoarse sound.

Peter heard a hint of anger in it, which made his breath short.

"Originally, my most loyal servant should have been waiting for me in the office early, so that I could have the opportunity to take him to the storage place of the Philosopher's Stone to prepare for important things in the future, but he was not there, as if he had completely disappeared."

Even now, when the mighty Dark Lord was at his weakest, he didn't dare to doubt his master's strength—a power that could easily take a humble life.

Absolutely, it has to be!

Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help but slam his forehead on the floor, showing his bald head in front of his master.

"Today, today there is an accident ......"

His lips twitched, and Peter made a trembling sound.

"Originally, those children should have gone to sleep, but Harry Potter got up."

"You're not Harry Potter's pet, can he go and look through his best friend's cage?"

"But, but then that little Weasley guy got up, and he got up, and I couldn't do anything about him!"

Listening to the embarrassed voice of his servant, Voldemort only felt that he was ...... Or rather, Quirrell's head ached again and again.

Immediately afterward, a wave of anger rushed to his heart.

"You think I'm going to believe your stupidity, do you? Have you forgotten everything except Transfiguration? ”

"I ......"

"You've got a wand! Peter! You're a wizard! You're going to use magic, not just to rely on the rules of their lives, like those lowly Muggles! ”

"I ......"

"Magic can solve a lot of difficulties!"

"But I used magic......"

"What did you say?"

Finally, Peter's fragile response caught Voldemort's attention, and his already small eyes narrowed into a slit.

"I used magic, and the Weasley kid was sleeping soundly, but he suddenly woke up."

“……”

Isn't that the reason why you are not good at your art?

Voldemort wanted to put all the blame on the humble servant in front of him, but the only reason he had left told him not to do that.

Peter may seem humble and cowardly, but after all, he has succeeded in learning to become a wizard of the Animagus, and at least has some talent.

It's almost impossible to say that there is a low-level error like a cast error.

"So, what do you think is the reason?"

"I ...... By the way, I heard a very strange call at that time, a bit like an eagle...... But definitely not your average flying eagle! By the way, it must be a Fantastic Beast, definitely a Fantastic Beast! ”

It has to be a Fantastic Beast!

Peter himself had no proof, but he had to settle the matter now.

"Something magical must have broken my magic and woke up that Weasley kid."

So, is there such a magical beast?

Yes!

Moreover, some of the magical beasts in this world that can be named are more or less extremely resistant to the magic of wizards, and even have the ability to dispel them.

As for the so-called Flying Eagle......

"The voice you heard, I'm afraid it's a phoenix."

Voldemort whispered.

"Phoenix?"

"Yes, Dumbledore owns a phoenix, and it looks like he did place the phoenix around those children."

Before Voldemort could say anything, Peter's face turned pale, which had only been nervous.

"So, did he already know about my existence?"

What if he knew?

Even, what if he knew the truth?

As his thoughts drifted outward, Peter only felt his mind frozen.

If that's really the case......

"Are you scared?"

Before thinking about Dumbledore, Peter found that he seemed to have to solve the dilemma in front of him.

When he came to his senses, he saw the cold, distorted face of his master.

"Tell me, my faithful servant, are you afraid?"