some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 164 The Dark Lord's Backhand (Add more updates for the hall master "Snz"!)

Suppressing the nausea, the potion with the "special" flavor was finally consumed, leaving not a single drop.

"Has the investigation found out who did it?" The sharp voice sounded again.

Burned by a wizard, beaten in the face with clothes, and washed with cold water... The great Dark Lord has never been humiliated like this.

Even if he was turned into this by his own Avada Kedavra, it would not be so humiliating!

"Master... no..." Quirrell trembled all over, crying: "Could it be that Dumbledore found you?"

"Don't be stupid, Dumbledore thought I was hiding in the Albanian forest." That face said viciously.

"He would never have thought that I was actually working under his nose!"

"Of course, he must have noticed that you have a problem. I never underestimate Dumbledore." The face chuckled.

"But he's confident, he's the same guy as I am and thinks he's in control.

Quirrell, Dumbledore will not rush to catch you, but try his best to find out who you are working for and who wants to get the Philosopher's Stone.

His confidence is our opportunity. "

"However, I feel that Snape looks at me viciously." Quirrell sobbed, "Isn't he also your servant? Why...don't let him help."

"Snape..." The face squinted, and the red light shone cruelly.

"Quirrell, look at what is left of me now, only a weak and lonely soul...Snape?"

"Not only him, but also my 'loyal' servants, perhaps they have now given their allegiance to others.

Maybe it was the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore. "

"I don't know who else I can trust, otherwise why wouldn't they dare to look for me to help me regain my strength?"

"But master...my strength is too weak. After Gringotts, my body almost collapsed." Quirrell choked up.

"I can't even kill Harry Potter, I can't even deal with a three-headed dog, you should ask Snape for help..."

"I think this job of serving me has bored you, hasn't it, Quirrell?" A cold breath wandered in the office.

"Are you trying to get me to contact Snape, are you trying to expose me so that I can claim credit from Dumbledore?"

"Master! I don't, I'm just... afraid..."

"Don't lie to me!" The man made a hoarse voice.

"I know everything, Quirrell! You are regretting, regretting going to the forests of Albania."

Chilo shivered, and the voice of that face suddenly eased.

He comforted in a whispering voice: "Don't be afraid, my faithful servant.

With me here, nothing will happen!

As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I can create a new body and be resurrected again.

Dark Lord, never forget!

He will not forget the good servant who helped him in times of crisis.

eternal life,

How about this reward?I can do it easily. "

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and Quirrell's face showed a hint of ferocious desire.

Voldemort was extremely satisfied, manipulating people's hearts is so easy.

"That's it, go get some unicorn blood, so that I will have the strength to protect you better."

Quirrell smirked and said, "Yes, master, I have figured out the location of the unicorn."

"Very well, how about the herbs I asked for?"

"Having collected most of them, I think Sprout has discovered..."

"No, she will only think that some magical creature caused the damage." A smile appeared on the corner of Voldemort's mouth.

"I'm very good at this. I used herbs like this decades ago, Hagrid... I never thought that after all these years, you can still help me cover..."

Speaking of Hagrid, Quirrell became afraid again, and he thought of the terrible three-headed dog.

"It's okay." Voldemort seemed to know what Quirrell was thinking, and he comforted:

"Hagrid's little pet is easy to deal with. I didn't expect that my little boy is still so cute... Very interesting, we will get words from him and know how to deal with three-headed dogs."

Quirrell nodded.

"One last thing, fetch me something." Voldemort's voice was full of memories, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"That was me many years ago, staying behind at Hogwarts will make us stronger."

Quirrell showed a fanatical expression, and the master was still as powerful as ever.

But Voldemort showed a contemptuous smile. He was ready to abandon Quirrell. Once Quirrell failed, that thing... would be the backhand.

The Sorcerer's Stone...he is determined to get it!

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In the morning, Quirrell put on a new robe, new garlic, and a new scarf, pretended to be seriously injured, and walked tremblingly to the auditorium.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, students from several colleges put down their breakfasts and observed him quietly.

Quirrell couldn't figure it out, could it be that his brand new three-piece luxury suit is so trendy that it attracts everyone's attention?
Quirrell gathered the neckline of his robe, and slowly sat down in his seat with an appearance of kidney deficiency.

Professor Dumbledore said gently through the half-moon glasses: "Professor Quirrell, are your burns still serious?"

"Principal...it doesn't hurt so much anymore!" Quirrell stammered.

"You should go to Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said with concern, "I know you have traveled around the world and have seen a lot, but she is a professional."

"No...no need..." Quirrell quickly waved his hand, "I can't...delay the students' classes."

"Professor Quirrell is still paying attention." A smile flashed across Snape's sallow face.

"I also suffered from burns last year, and your burns are more serious than mine, and the winter is even more difficult.

How about this, I will boil some potion for you... external application and internal use, so as not to delay the progress of teaching, but also to treat injuries. "

Quirrell pondered for a moment. He must have not been exposed, so the other party should not have poisoned it. As for the taste... No matter how bad it is, can it be worse than the potion given by Madam Pomfrey?
"Then...thank you...Professor Snape." Quirrell thanked quickly.

"How is Sybil?" Dumbledore asked again.

"She just broke a crystal ball, and the rest is fine." Professor McGonagall said unhappy: "But she asked for a salary increase because of her work-related injury!"

"A reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a gentle smile: "She has served this school for 11 years, and she still received the original salary."

"That says a lot," said Professor McGonagall acidly.

"Besides, if Sybil is really capable, she will definitely figure out that she shouldn't go to see Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall doesn't like Professor Trelawney very much, but she doesn't have much opinion on the salary increase.

After all, besides Trelawney, who would rely on the professor's dead salary?
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(The third one is asking for recommendations.

Well, I still owe one more. )
(End of this chapter)