"Professor Quirrell!"

Professor McGonagall had already run over to see Quirrell who had stayed where he was, and had turned into a human and ran back.

"Professor Quirrell, have you seen Malfoy-san? He's just run out of my classroom, and neither I nor Dean Snape have found him. ”

Oh, the Order of the Phoenix's dog thing, Animagus is very skillful with it.

Do you think I'm going to tell you?

"I seem to see him turn from the front." Quirrell spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Quirrell himself definitely didn't want to speak, but his mouth moved involuntarily.

Damn Russell, what the hell did he do to him!?

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!" McGonagall hurriedly thanked her, and hurried away.

Luckily, she left early, otherwise she would have been taken aback by Professor Quirrell's expression.

His face was flushed, his eyes were scattered, his body kept shaking, and his mouth kept saying "no thanks", "no thanks".

It's like taking a potion of self-exaltation.

Smack!

After a few moments, Quirrell slapped himself twice.

The scorching pain alleviated the symptoms a lot, but his body was urging him to do something good.

Hell addictive!

Voldemort's carrier, Quirrell, slammed his fist into the stone guardrail, his fingers breaking and blood dripping.

But he didn't care, just looked at his bleeding flesh with a cold gaze.

Sure enough, the next moment, without permission, he began to chant words 'by himself'.

A silent healing spell was released, and the wound on Quirrell's hand disappeared completely.

Damn it!

Quirrell squeezed his recovered hand and paced irritably down the aisle.

Although the knowledge stored in his soul is not complete, in terms of soul research, except for Dumbledore, no one can surpass his current self in this regard.

But what is obvious is that the mysterious Russell's research on the soul must go straight to his own complete body, and even have the possibility of surpassing the entire wizarding world.

Quirrell hadn't noticed anything unusual in his soul until now.

There are two kinds of soul transformations, such as the addiction to doing good deeds and the inability to harm oneself, and there are no two kinds of soul transformation in the history of magic-

Wait a minute!

A flash of light flashed through Quirrell's mind.

If the addiction to doing good deeds becomes not being able to do bad things, and doing good deeds cannot be unhappy, then adding the inability to harm oneself and the inability to give up playing tricks on Dumbledore is equivalent to four imperative imprints.

In the history of magic, there is a race that has been permanently engraved by human wizards with this imprint of not being able to refuse orders.

House-elves!

House-elves can't disobey their master's orders, they can't do things that are sorry for their master, and if they do, they must punish themselves.

Quirrell gritted his teeth.

Although he can scold Russell in his heart, and he will not trigger his own mechanism to punish himself, the other party obviously transfers this unnecessary obedience to the inviolability of the previous orders.

Damn Russell!

Damn the curse!

It's a shame!

One of the soul fragments of the dignified Dark Lord turned into a house-elf-like creature!

What does this make the Death Eaters think?

What does this make the White Wizards think?

Quirrell's face turned from blue to red, from red to purple, and his whole body was about to explode.

"Professor Quirrell!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from afar, "I can't move Malfoy alone, can you help me?" ”

Yes!!

No, absolutely not! Mouth, say no!

"No problem! I'll be there soon! Quirrell's body ran aggressively towards where McGonagall was making a sound.

His body was happy and couldn't wait, but his eyes were full of sadness, and tears were spilled all the way.

I really don't want to help!

But I can't help myself!

Russell, you damn it!

It wasn't long before Quirrell picked up Malfoy from the unconscious, his body trembling with excitement.

The dignified Dark Lord is saving lives!

It was the wounded who saved his former servants!

Aha!

The pain in his heart and the refreshment of his flesh tormented his soul like ice and fire.

This feeling is a thousand, ten thousand times more powerful than the torture when the Horcrux was made in the first place!

McGonagall looked around warily and whispered, "Malfoy-san has been enchanted, and we must take him to the school doctor's office." ”

"I've signalled Dumbledore and Snape, believing they'll be there soon."

As she spoke, she glanced at Quirrell with some confusion, only then did she realize that her colleague was abnormal.

"Professor Quirrell, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? ”

Quirrell gasped and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll help you get Malfoy to the school infirmary. ”

"Thank you so much." Professor McGonagall said sincerely, "I'll be on guard next to you in case the sneak attackers on Malfoy reappear." ”

"No thanks!" Quirrell's eyes widened and he looked directly at McGonagall with an expression of pain and longing, making McGonagall's heart furious.

"Professor Quirrell, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, let's hurry up! That mysterious sneak attacker must still be around, maybe it's the same person as the original intruder, we need to hurry! ”

"Ahh You're right, Professor Quirrell. Thanks for the reminder! ”

"I said no thanks!"

"I understand, I'll talk less now, and I'll thank you for Mr. Malfoy later."

"No thanks! Thank you for not stepping on a horse!! ”

Without McGonagall's thoughts and helpful body, one plus one is greater than two, Quirrell's thin body runs as fast as he rides a broomstick.

Professor McGonagall had to turn into a cat, and even then, she could only afford not to be left behind by Quirrell.

"What a dedicated teacher, and when Mr. Malfoy wakes up, I make sure he will thank Professor Quirrell." Professor McGonagall spoke to herself in cat language.

Yes!!

Quirrell was on the verge of collapse.

Obviously, all I hear in my ears is the sound of a cat, why does my body react?

Damn Russell!!

……

In a frightening situation, Malfoy was taken to the school infirmary by Quirrell, and the head medical staff, Lady Bobby Pomfrey, immediately began to help.

Outside the school doctor's room, Dumbledore and Snape also hurried in.

Professor McGonagall explained the ins and outs of the matter, thanking Professor Quirrell in the process.

As the three of them looked at each other in amazement, Quirrell cried and laughed, and fled in a frenzy.

"Minerva, you need to go back to class." Dumbledore always had that calm and humorous expression, "Harry's talent is excellent, but don't let him overdo it." ”

McGonagall took a light breath and hurried to the classroom with her skirt.

She hadn't expected Dumbledore to mention that.

Thinking back to Harry teaching Hermione, she ran back a little faster.

Harry, Harry, don't teach anything other than first year, not all young wizards are Hermione and Ron's!

With McGonagall gone, Dumbledore waved his hand to place a magical barrier around himself and Snape.

The figures of the two of them disappeared directly at the door of the school doctor's office, and they couldn't even hear the sound of talking inside.

"Severus, is there anything urgent for you to tell me when you come?" Dumbledore looked into Snape's eyes, his voice unusually serious.

"Albus, that man is resurrected!" Snape's face turned pale, and he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a black skull tattoo with a long snake on his forearm.

"This is—" Dumbledore jerked his head down, his face almost pressed against Snape's arm.

Dumbledore held his glasses in his hand and said with a cautious expression, "Dark mark." ”

"Yes, Albus." Snape's face was a little flustered, "He's not weak anymore!" ”

Apparently there was Dumbledore's enchantment, but Snape still looked around uneasily, "Moreover, I can clearly feel that the Dark Mark is burning!" He's nearby! ”

"He's nearby! He's at Hogwarts! Dumbledore! ”

"Calm down, Severus! Calm down! Dumbledore pinched Snape's trembling shoulders, and a force erupted from his old and weak body that didn't match it.

Snape finally fell silent, but Dumbledore didn't utter any more humorous words.

Looking at Snape's shocked expression, he knew—

It's a big deal.

Nope

(End of chapter)