"Idiot! You idiot! A hoarse hiss echoed through the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"Ahh No, master. I could have been. Quirrell fell to his knees, crying out and begging for forgiveness.

"You shit! Because of your clumsy acting skills, you're about to be exposed. I, the great Dark Lord, will die of stupidity! "Voldemort was furious, and he was going to punish Quirrell with dark magic.

"No, master, Dumbledore didn't suspect me, and I'll soon be able to get information from Snape." Quirrell really didn't want to taste the Diamond Heart Charm.

"Ahh ......" Voldemort didn't let him go.

"Stupid."

"Dumbledore has known our secrets for a long time."

Quirrell quivered on the ground and twitched, "But Master, Dumbledore didn't take any action against me. ”

"He's conceited! He only trusts his own judgment, and he puts you in just to catch me, to kill me. But it also gave me the opportunity to get close to the Philosopher's Stone and regain my life. He even wanted to use me to polish the boy who didn't die. ”

"I'll prove that his conceit will kill that boy."

"Master, why are you punishing me since Dumbledore won't stop me?"

"Because Hogwarts doesn't just have Dumbledore, there's also Calvin Capet!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and spat out the name.

"Calvin Capet, isn't he a magizoologist?" Quirrell asked humbly.

"Calvin Capet was the wizard I had personally recruited, but he turned me down on this mudblood. When I saw him again, he was already above the level I had when I was younger. ”

"He is more cautious than Dumbledore, knows how to use violence better than Dumbledore, and values power more than Dumbledore."

"So you have to be quick, to get the Philosopher's Stone before Capet finds out about us."

"Yes, my master."

"Good, good. My faithful servant, after I am born again, I will share with you the secret of flying over death. Voldemort's voice was less violent than it had just been, but full of temptation, like the serpent in Paradise Lost that seduced Adam and Eve.

"Now tell me, do you know what's behind the door at the end of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?" Voldemort's voice echoed low in Quirrell's ears.

"My master, there's a three-headed hellhound there." Quirrell replied mechanically.

"Three-headed Hellhound? Is it Cape's mudblood's means? No, he wouldn't be so unaesthetically pleasing and he resembles me. Ah, I see, it's my stupid junior. Is there a way to get through? ”

"I'm still looking, my master."

"Still looking?" Voldemort's voice was a little sharper, and Quirrell knew it was a precursor to Voldemort's anger.

"No, master. I already know how to get Hagrid to tell me, you don't punish me anymore. Quirrell pleaded.

"Okay. Whose agency is there next? ”

"Master, McGonagall, Flitway Sprout, and Snape have all set up the traps."

"Very well, what about Capet?"

"I don't know, master."

"Ah......" Quirrell screamed again, "don't. Not there, master. ”

"Waste, find out if Capet has set up a mechanism as soon as possible, don't come forward yourself, use the Imperius Charm, and control his students." Voldemort stopped punishing Quirrell, and he needed Quirrell to help him get the Philosopher's Stone and complete the resurrection.

"Master, isn't Snape also your servant? Why not let him help you. Quirrell had put up with the moody Dark Lord.

"Are you scared, Quirrell?"

"Nope! No. It is my privilege to share the worries of my master. Quirrell screamed, he didn't want to anger the Dark Lord anymore.

"Quirinus, look, what do I have left? Before I met you, I was inferior to even the lowliest ghost, hiding in the forests of Albania day after day, parasitizing on lowly animals, feeding only on pests and rats every day. ”

"My servants, Lucius and Snape, seem to be loyal, but they are only afraid of my power to become my men. Now that I've lost my power, who knows if they'll take refuge in their new masters. ”

"Albus Dumbledore, Calvin Capet."

"I don't know if any of them can be trusted, otherwise why wouldn't they come looking for me and help me regain my strength?"

"Only you, Quirinus Quirrell, are my most faithful servant."

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and he had lured countless young wizards to prostrate at his feet.

"But, master, my strength is too weak, you have been on me for too long, and my body has almost collapsed." Quirrell choked.

"So, are you blaming me? Well? Quirrell, you're nothing without me, you're always a stammering, cowardly wizard who spends your life rotting and stinking in the sewers. ”

"Master, I dare not complain about you," Quirrell felt aggrieved, "but I need strength. ”

"Power, hum, power, okay. Since you want power, then I will give you strength. ”

"Years ago, I was at Hogwarts, and I left something behind," Voldemort's voice filled with memories, as if remembering something interesting. "As long as we get that kind of thing, we can get great power."

A frenzy of power appeared on Quirrell's face, "Master, it's time for us to get that thing back." ”

"No hurry, no hurry, I suspect Capet has his sights on you. Let's deal with Hagrid's stupid dog first. Don't worry, that cute little brother of mine is even more stupid than you, and you'll be able to get out of him with ease. ”

He comforted the faithful servant in a whispered voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm all right." Hold on and think about it, it's the secret of eternal life. ”

The unassertive wizard was soon fooled by Voldemort, the PUA master, who could not find the north, and fantasized that the door to the mysteries of magic would open to him.

Quirrell had barely lifted his spirits when he felt a burning pain come from the depths of his soul, and he didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitching to escape from the burning stake. But in reality, he didn't have any injuries on his body.

Voldemort, on the other hand, could only let out a hoarse wail, and he wanted to block the source of the pain with his brain occlusion. But he soon discovers that this burning pain comes from the depths of his soul, like the effect of the Diamond Heart Curse. No, it was more intense, more painful than the Diamond Mantra, a piece of his soul—in endless pain.

"Dumbledore! Cape! Who exactly? My Horcruxes! Voldemort's howl of pain echoed through the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office. That night, the students in the neighborhood began to spread that Professor Quirrell and the Banshee had to talk about the night.