Until the end, Harry and the others didn't catch up with Professor Quirrell, but for good reason, as Hermione pulled them straight at the last minute.

When the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom closed, the three children just looked at each other.

"You'd better give a reason that makes sense, Granger."

Hermione just rolled her eyes at the red-haired kid who spoke in a particularly aggressive tone.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Weasley...... Harry, you should understand, right? ”

Compared to Ron, who was a bit reckless and emotionally unresponsive, Hermione felt that Harry should be able to keep up with his train of thought.

And Mr. Savior really lived up to expectations.

"Hmmm......"

After coming back to his senses, he also realized what the problem was.

"Professor Quirrell is worried about our safety."

After gathering his current thoughts, Harry spoke.

"We've tried it before, haven't we? Since the end of Christmas, the professor has not allowed us to continue to be involved in this matter. ”

Of course, they could also see that one Christmas time had allowed Professor Quirrell to find a way out of the school and get rid of Snape's curse once and for all.

"He certainly doesn't want us to be hurt by this......"

Suddenly, Harry's otherwise smooth words came to a halt.

I don't know why, an inexplicable discomfort and panic appeared in his heart.

Was there something wrong with that?

Snape's curse?

Professor Quirrell?

That doesn't sound like a problem, but what's wrong?

Suddenly, he tilted his head, his pretty green eyes staring at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

The office stood tall above the classroom, with a staircase leading to its door.

The office hadn't changed its location in a long time, and Harry could see its location every time he had a class.

Professor Quirrell was always sitting there lecturing, his office behind him.

But today was a little different, a certain uneasiness became more and more serious, and even the scar on his forehead began to ache.

The feeling came like a tsunami wave, as if it was about to completely engulf his mind and body, and it seemed that he could not even hear the sounds around him.

But soon, he caught the call from a friend:

"Harry?"

“……”

"Harry!"

"Huh?"

When he came back to his senses, Ron's anxious and worried look came into his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? He was only halfway through his speech, and his expression became a little ugly. ”

"No, it's just...... It's nothing. ”

When he came to his senses, Harry realized that he couldn't find any better reason.

"Let's go back to the previous situation, we have been pestering Professor Quirrell, but it will make him unable to use his hands, and even make him unable to catch up with Snape."

"So you mean, that's how we're done?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ron couldn't help but speak.

There was a hint of helplessness and frustration in his words.

"Is it true that we can't do anything?"

"No, of course we still have things to do, we can ......"

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of disobedience came to my heart again.

Some words have already reached the lips, but I have forgotten how to say them.

Struggling and rubbing, a certain voice echoed in his ears, prompting him to utter the words:

"We can sneak up behind the professors and help them."

And as soon as these words came out, they immediately resonated with the other two friends.

"yes, that's still the case."

It was only after a brief moment of excitement that Hermione couldn't help but frown herself.

But is this really the right way to unfold?

Have you forgotten anything else?

But before she and Harido could think about anything, Ron was already on his feet.

"Let's go quickly, it's too late to slow down!!"

These words stimulated them, and they took the confusion that was still lingering out of their minds.

"Yes, yes, let's go!"

The three children left the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and headed straight for the place they already knew, the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor that almost the whole school knew was impossible.

And they didn't realize that in the office, a pair of hideous eyes had been watching them through the closed door.

"The host...... They're gone, master. ”

At the side door of the round head, a distorted and painful face spoke.

It was squeezed to the side by Voldemort, and now there is no way to master Quirrell, who is entangled by nature's curse.

"Of course, I've seen it."

Voldemort gave a twisted grin.

"Very well, everything is going according to plan, and I am sure that my faithful servant will definitely bring me the Philosopher's Stone......"

Voldemort wasn't worried about that guy sneaking away at all.

After all, his loyal servant, the humble one who was as low as a mouse, was a serious 'deviant'.

The Philosopher's Stone was of no use to him at all.

And more importantly, he has no way to go!

Now, apart from him, the 'big-hearted' Dark Lord will accept him regardless of his previous suspicions, and still let him be his humble servant, there will be no place for him in the entire wizarding world.

After all, this kind of timid person is better controlled.

"The host...... What's next for you? ”

Quirrell let out a fragile and frightened voice, and Voldemort reached for the vial of unicorn blood in his hand.

"Master!!"

"Relax, this is the last bottle, Quirrell, and if you get through this stage, you'll get the freedom you've been craving."

As he had said that, all Quirrell could feel was a chill that made him shudder.

And what about my curse?

What about the sin of killing from the purity of the forest, the curse of desecrating the spirit of nature?

But he didn't dare to say this important question, or even open his mouth to ask it.

Now Quirrell could only pin all his hopes on the kindness of his master, hoping that he would return to his feelings a little after he had achieved his goal.

For example, use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to refine a new body for him, so that he can also get rid of the curse?

But before he could think about it, he felt a pain in his body.

As the original owner of the body, he could clearly feel the pain that was close to tearing.

"Master!!"

"Quiet, Quirinus, it's time for us to carry out our plan, I think the guy who has been watching us secretly should be in a hurry now."

However, before he could take two steps, there was a sudden cracking sound from the window.

'Knock'

Immediately afterwards, the originally dark room was instantly invaded by the sunlight.

The foul smell of potion quickly swept through, but Voldemort didn't care.

He just stared at the young, over-the-top kid on the windowsill, the 1st grader.

His red hair glistened in the sun.

"Whatever you're planning, it's time for this to end, Voldemort."

"Ah, welcome, good little wizard...... Sizzle. ”

Feeling the surging reverberation of exuberant vitality, Voldemort's smile reached its peak.

"What an enviable age and vitality......