"Hurry up and drink the potion!" The thought of Quirrell's waste behavior made Voldemort angrier and nostalgic for his loyal men.

Without saying a word, Professor Quirrell quickly drank the forbidden potions that were helpful to the soul, but could cause great damage to the body.

Of course, Voldemort didn't care if these drugs were contraindicated, after all, it was Quirrell's body that was damaged, but it was Voldemort's mutilated soul that benefited.

Quirrell had no choice, though. After choosing to embark on this path, he had no chance to regret it.

At that moment, Professor Quirrell's body suddenly froze, as did Voldemort's face.

With the wonderful fluctuations that ordinary people around him could not see, an invisible voice suddenly echoed in the ears of one person and one soul:

"Cheek ......", "Praise Cheek ......", "Praise the Primordial ......"

Although I couldn't understand what language it was, the hearts of a person and a soul directly understood the meaning of this language.

Voldemort's face suddenly let out a scream, and then his eyes closed as if he had fainted.

Professor Quirrell also fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

His body was constantly cracked one after another, and blood was oozing out of it.

Eventually, the invisible voice was gone, but Professor Quirrell had turned into a bloody man. He looked as if he were rolling over a blade bed, and his current appearance was terrifying.

Professor Quirrell struggled to move to his bed, barely pulling out a small vial of turquoise potion from the box under the bed.

He shuddered and pulled the stopper, nearly dropping the potion to the ground several times in between.

After drinking the potion, Professor Quirrell's whole body trembled, and his face became even paler than Voldemort's.

He gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. But Professor Quirrell's entire face was still distorted, and his features seemed to wrinkle together.

However, the wounds on Professor Quirrell's body were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the wounds were placed in a smoother position, as if they had never been there.

After all this was done, Professor Quirrell struggled to get up without resting, and shouted respectfully twice, "Master? Master? ”

Seeing that he had not answered for a long time, Professor Quirrell was sure that his master, Voldemort, had passed out from his previous injuries.

Professor Quirrell sighed silently.

When he first encountered Voldemort, he thought he had met the mighty Dark Lord. And the Dark Lord's request was only a minor test.

So Professor Quirrell willingly offered his body to parasitize the Dark Lord, in exchange for eternal lifespan and greater power after passing the test.

Who knew that the Dark Lord was already so weak that he was so fragile that he could only survive by parasitic other creatures.

And after parasitic Professor Quirrell, the Dark Lord has been absorbing his life force, making Professor Quirrell's body more and more fragile.

It's a pity that Professor Quirrell has been parasitized, and even if Dumbledore has the ability to take action to strip the Dark Lord from his body now, Professor Quirrell will definitely die.

Therefore, Professor Quirrell can only choose one path to go to the black, and pray for the credibility of the Dark Lord.

After a long time, Voldemort finally woke up from his coma. He did not scold as usual, but said in a cold voice:

"Quirinus, the Dark Lord is merciful. I'll give you another chance.

Go drink the unicorn's blood, get more life force, and restore my strength.

As long as you can complete this task, I will not be guilty of the past. Don't let me down again! ”

Professor Quirrell hurriedly and respectfully agreed, but did not get a reply from Voldemort.

He just thought it was because Voldemort was too weak to fall into a deep sleep, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, Voldemort is not actually sleeping, but thinking.

In the previous babble, perhaps because both sides were crazy enough, Voldemort ended up with a lot of information.

However, no one knows what this tainted knowledge will bring to Voldemort.

……

The attack didn't make much of a difference to Hallie's life.

Professor McGonagall quickly returned Harry's broomstick to her and praised her for her excellent performance in Quidditch.

Professor McGonagall also told Hallie not to worry about the next attack.

Professor Snape has already applied to be the referee for the next match, thus ensuring that Harley is no longer in danger.

Harley expressed her gratitude to the professors on the surface, but muttered in her heart.

There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason.

If Professor Snape simply valued his potions skills and appreciated his potions talent, then he couldn't even interfere in such a thing!

This is obviously the scope of the dean's control!

Could it be that Professor Snape is a pervert? Have a special purpose for yourself?

Harley felt a chill at the thought of this, and decided to be careful when she was alone with Professor Snape, and to bring her wand and mirror.

……

It's mid-December.

Hogwarts Castle was already covered with a thick layer of snow, which made the students look forward to the holidays, so they had a snowball fight and then returned to their warm home after a half-year absence.

The Weasley twins can't wait for the holidays and can't wait to play in the snow.

They cast their magic on a few snowballs, causing them to chase after the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

For some reason, Harley, with her own spiritual hunch, believed that this was the most glorious moment in the lives of the Weasley twins.

Although the Wesla twins were locked up as a result, they weren't bored either. After all, they had fun during their confinement, because Draco Malfoy would be with them.

Dear Mr. Malfoy was locked up by Professor Snape for insulting in Potions class.

Malfoy also said that he was very innocent because he only stated the truth: Harley had no mother.

But Professor Snape didn't give him a chance to explain, and sent him straight to Filch.

……

Christmas has finally arrived.

When Harley woke up in the morning, her bedroom was empty. Only then did she remember that she had sent her roommate away yesterday.

Lavender and Hermione both returned to their home in the Muggle world, and Parvati and his sister were on a trip back to India with their parents.

Hermione would have liked to stay with Harry, but she hadn't been home in a long time, and the Granger couple missed her.

But Harley was also glad she was able to have a quiet Christmas.

Usually considering that there is a very sensitive Miss Granger in the dormitory who often clings to her, Harley does not dare to go out for a night trip for fear that something will happen.

Now that there's only one in the dormitory, it's time for the witch's best invisibility to come in handy.

Harley had been coveting the books in the forbidden area for a long time, but unfortunately she couldn't ask for them.

Mrs. Pince always kept her out of the forbidden area, and the professors couldn't just give Hallie a note.

Even Professor Snape, who took the most care of Harry, would not allow Harley to borrow a book about the dark arts.

So Hallie had to be self-reliant. Well, that's reasonable. It's not 0-08, but it's very reasonable.