October twenty-four.

It's been two weeks since Glitter agreed to be Dumbledore's little spy.

With Dumbledore's tacit consent, Glitter would visit Quirinus Quirrell's office from time to time.

However, every time he left there, Glitter had to be tested by Professors McGonagall and Flitwick in turn.

Even if it weren't for the peculiarities of the soul, Professor Flitwick would have wanted to test Gretel's soul with the fairy spell.

Even if Dumbledore hadn't revealed Quirrell's true identity to them, they were still on the lookout.

After all, the irrepressible smell of black magic made the two of them feel like they were facing a new generation of Dark Lords.

Even, compared to the Dark Lord who couldn't be named, Quirrell was accompanied by an indescribable madness.

In the current research room, Penelope himself has become a complete tool man.

After all, research wasn't her forte, and her talent wasn't enough to support her in this kind of creative research.

On more than one occasion, Penelope said that she was no longer a qualified partner, and discussed with Gretel that she would either work for the time being.

What Glitter is saying is that an oath is a promise, and that she is already a partner the moment the contract is made, regardless of whether she can contribute to future research.

After all, the situation at that time was that he needed her knowledge, and this kind of behavior of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge would not happen to him in the past, present and future.

From that day after Gretel finished speaking, Penelope was completely on Gretel's ship.

However, Gretel and Penelo's research has come to a standstill, and creating something from scratch is far more difficult than a copycat.

Luckily, there is also dear Professor Voldemort who can explode gold coins.

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"Professor, do you have time now?"

Glitter cautiously knocked on the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

It wasn't until he heard a suppressed cough of agreement that he entered the door lightly.

"Professor, your face is not very good, do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey to have a look."

Gretel swears to heaven that he definitely doesn't care about Quirrell's body.

He was worried that Quirrell's body would not be enough to support his dear Professor Tom Riddle to help him overcome the difficulties.

Because of his espionage behavior, he and Dumbledore were arguably well aware of Quirrell's physical condition.

In the middle of the night, two figures, one large and one small, turned their minds to the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest at the same time.

A Dark Lord who looks terminally ill, in order to achieve his goal, will definitely find a way to delay the deterioration of his body.

Of course, the infirmary must not be visited, and Severus Snape, the former subordinate, in this case, could not believe it at all.

Then the only idea he can fight is the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.

The blood of the unicorn can help him prolong his life, and as for the curse, does he care about Voldemort?

Anyway, it wasn't him who drank the blood, and of course there were fools to help him bear the curse.

In other words, the Dark Lord himself cared, how could he care about that curse if he could ruthlessly split his soul into a Horcrux.

Under the combination of one large and one small, Hagrid, the gamekeeper, under the guidance of Dumbledore, informed the Centaur tribe, the bearer of the Forbidden Forest.

Only centaurs who live with nature can gain the trust of unicorns and keep them away from the dangers of the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Having lost his last replenishment, Voldemort was far weaker than himself on another timeline.

If it weren't for the life-sustaining potions bought on the black market, Quirrell would not have been able to support Voldemort's soul a long time ago.

Of course, the potions that were worth a lot of money had almost exhausted Quirrell's few small coffers.

He had mentioned to his master more than once that frequent switching of the soul that dominated the body would speed up the collapse of the possession spell.

But it didn't get Voldemort's approval.

"Master, your soul is already very weak, and if you continue like this, I fear that you will fall into a deep sleep, and without your help, I will not be able to obtain the Philosopher's Stone from Headmaster Dumbledore."

Quirrell pleaded.

“？” A heart-piercing bone has already expressed the anger of the master.

Since it was useless to plead, Quirrell had to think of something else.

"Master, you may not know that Mike Gretel is a mudblood, don't you hate mudbloods the most?

Or if we take him back, I've got a spell from the banshee to sacrifice his soul to help you fill your life force. ”

The pain of piercing the heart and cutting the bones in the first second has not disappeared, and the next second it ushered in the rain-like gift of his master.

The continuous drilling of the heart and the bones made him completely give up the idea of sowing discord.

"I still need you to teach me how to do things?"

Voldemort warned in a flat tone, "Never let me hear your idea of beating Glitter again, or the next time you will not be given the Diamond Curse." ”

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Professor, Voldemort liked Gretel's name.

Unlike all the other students in the school, Gretel never called him with the nasty word Quirrell.

Even Gretel called him differently from the other professors.

He was never called by any name, how different, this was a student who matched his soul.

In Voldemort's eyes, Gretel was his only student, even if he didn't know that he had borrowed the servant's body to teach him.

Voldemort could tell that Gretel's title was for him.

Every professor has nothing to do with the body he lives in now, it's his own, the great Professor Voldemort, the great Professor Tom Riddle.

When he heard Gretel knocking on the door, he forcibly seized Quirrell's body, ignoring the wails in the servant's soul.

My dear student has come again for advice, and I want to show him my brilliant ideas.

"My body is fine, I'm sick, you know, a mature wizard will inevitably encounter several dangers in his life."

Voldemort prevaricated casually.

He immediately propped up his chin and looked at his student, ready to help him solve the problem he had raised.

"Let's talk about it, this time I encountered something that couldn't be solved."

Gretel first looked up and down with concern to make sure that Voldemort would not suddenly fall asleep halfway through, and then pulled out his notebook.

This had happened twice before today.

Without unicorn blood replenishment, Voldemort's mutilated soul, and Quirrell's torn body were really not enough to support him to share his thoughts with Gretel for a long time.

Quirrell really doesn't have any acting skills, if it weren't for Gretel's cooperation, the matter of one body and two souls would have spread throughout Hogwarts.

"Professor, you mentioned last time, you can first study the teleportation configuration of the Floo Network and the teleportation configuration of the portkey.

I've looked into it.

But it's still the old problem, what I want to achieve is the transmission of information, and these two configurations realize the transmission of physical objects, so I can't add a front-end information processing module.

However, this would have deviated from my original research goal.

It is even said that such an extra step is redundant and unnecessary. ”

Hearing the familiar professor's name, Voldemort's eyes narrowed in comfort.

Hearing the question, Voldemort pulled out his wand and struck it on Gretel's head.

Glitter didn't hide, he was used to Professor Fu's punishment, yes, it was Professor Fu's punishment for not realizing his own thoughts.

The first time he would stiffen and prepare to dodge, but now he was used to it, and there was no spell on his wand anyway.

It wasn't even a knock, it was just a tap on his head.