Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 135 Second Playing with the Dark Lord

Snape felt something was wrong when he saw Quirrell walking backwards and approaching Harry in a strange posture.

When Quirrell turned around to catch Harry and showed the hideous face on the back of his head, he already understood.

--Mystery man! ?
Snape kept pouring air between his teeth, and sat down on the chair.

Although he had expected it in his heart...although the mysterious man looked so weak...although the Dark Lord could only parasitize Quirrell's body so humble and ugly...

But the moment he saw this guy, the deepest part of Snape's mind—the sunken memories of 11 years ago broke through the restrictions of [Occlumency] in an instant, and sprung up.

"Eleven years...and finally again...!?"

But then Snape realized that he had to act now.

——The situation is critical!
Standing up, he went to the fireplace and squeezed a pinch of Floo powder, then lit the bonfire with his wand, and was about to leave here to go to the underground checkpoint, when the phoenix suddenly reappeared from inside, with a melodious chirping sound, and an envelope pinned with a golden feather.

Snape opened the envelope with his wand grimly.

puff--

The envelope spontaneously ignited without fire, and several burning characters appeared in the air in front of him.

——I'm here, don't act rashly.

"XX you old bee!"

Snape was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's behavior, and did not intend to obey the old fox's orders.

He directly threw the golden phoenix feather out of his hand, and threw the floo powder he pinched into the flames.

With a whoosh, the fire turned emerald green, and the rising flame passed over Snape's head for an instant, almost seeming to overflow from the entire fireplace, and then slowly descended.

Snape walked straight into the fire and called out, "Underground 4..."

The flame roared and jumped up to engulf Snape, but then the golden feather he dropped turned into a golden-red streamer and rushed into the flame, binding Snape tightly like a golden chain.

In the next instant, Snape was thrown from the fireplace and fell on the floor of Dumbledore's office.

Fox, the phoenix, swung his head for a sideways glance, let out a loud cry, and then combed his golden tail feathers with his beak.

……

On the other hand, the Hogwarts foyer.

Ron, Hermione and the others spent a lot of time moving away from Malfoy. (Get out of the room with the stunned troll and the stench, before the troll wakes up and kills this nasty guy, and almost got them both 'dogs' there too...)
After coming out of the trapdoor, Hermione Ron and the others subdued Lu Wei again (hypnotized with music), and then prepared to rush to the owl's shed alone, and inform Professor McGonagall and the others...

Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the foyer, the two of them saw Professor Dumbledore rushing back from the outside with a hurried expression.

He was dressed very formally - a purple-red wizard robe, a wizard hat of the same color, and a silver chain hung on his beard in a peculiar aesthetic way, binding the silver beard that was originally floating neatly.

——Looks like they just attended a banquet or a meeting.

"Professor...Harry...Harry!..." Ron was panting for breath as he ran, a little speechless.

"Professor Dumbledore!...the restricted area on the fourth floor, at the trapdoor,...the Philosopher's Stone is going to be..." Hermione shouted anxiously, taking it from the side.

"I see...Harry is going to keep an eye on him, isn't he?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Go to Mrs. Penrad... hurry up and let her find me in the underground checkpoint..."

Dumbledore didn't say much, just asked the two of them to go to Mrs. Penrad quickly, and with a wave of his wand, he flew to the fourth floor in an instant.

"This..." The two looked dumbfounded at this almost miraculous magic, and then immediately reacted and rushed to the school hospital.

……

"Soul out of the body!"

"Soul out of the body!"

McGuffin shot two [Imperius Curse] in the direction of Quirrell.

Quirrell used a wave of his wand to offset and block one of the [Imperius Curse], while the other curse was so off track that it didn't even touch his robe. In Quirrell's view, it was purely stroke casting.

But these two curses slightly blocked Quirrell's pace, and it was enough for Harry to take out a bright red stone [Sorcerer's Stone] from his trouser pocket and throw it in the direction of McGuffin.

McGuffin ran to catch it in two steps.

"The Philosopher's Stone Flying—!" Quirrell saw the translucent bright red stone drawing a parabola in mid-air, moving towards the direction of McGuffin, his eyes were straightened, and he immediately cast a summoning spell, trying to get the Philosopher's Stone back.

But McGuffin was one step faster, and a silent [Levitation Curse] hit Quirrell first. Although he was only allowed to float for a while before being undone, it had already destroyed Quirrell's casting action that he wanted to cast [Flying Curse]. '

But at this time, the [Sorcerer's Stone] had already fallen into McGuffin's hands, and he immediately ran to the passage of the door.

coax--

Black flames shot up around the entire portal just like before, blocking the way of McGuffin.

"Ha! . . . run again! . . . MacGuffin Albert? Now where can you go, I see?"

"Originally, I planned to see you for the sake of teaching you for so many days... to give you a chance, an honor to serve the greatest wizard in history... just like me... Unfortunately, how did you repay my teaching to you?...Now! I am very happy to enjoy your wailing and screaming..." Quirrell said fiercely, staring at McGuffin.

"Quirinus Quirrell... you are so stupid! Who said I was going to run away?" McGuffin said sarcastically, "...I have tolerated you for a long time... Ignorance and arrogance can always grow a flower called stupidity. I can't believe that Voldemort can bear the smell of ignorance from this strange flower of yours behind your head. He is lucky that he has not been pissed off by your stupid servant..."

Harry opened his eyes wide and watched as McGuffin showed a face he had never seen before - a rampant, mocking and indifferent face, a strange yet familiar face.

He couldn't believe that this was the usual lunatic who always made a lot of trouble for his friends.

——As if I didn't really understand this guy all over again.

After hearing these words, Quirrell immediately became furious, and immediately waved his wand, wanting to give this lifeless little thing a Cruciatus Curse, so that he could taste it.

But McGuffin immediately made an action of throwing the [Philosopher's Stone] into the flames, so he had to stop.

"Hey ha ha ha ha..." McGuffin laughed triumphantly, stopped talking nonsense, and directly stated his purpose, "Quelinus, you should immediately lift the [blood curse] for me..."

"[Blood Curse]! That's right, [Blood Curse]" Looking at Quirrell's surprised face, he continued mockingly, "Otherwise I'll throw the Philosopher's Stone into the flames behind me..."

Harry heard this and saw [Blood Curse], and only then did he realize that he didn't know this 'friend' who was always together. —was he cursed by Quirrell?What is [Blood Curse]?
Harry was confused, a little confused, and the scene in front of him simply made him doubt his life-how did McGuffin look like an evil villain holding a 'hostage' threat.

"I don't care what conspiracy you have against me... I'm sure that for the Dark Lord behind you, the most important thing right now must be this little stone..."

McGuffin shook the stone in his hand, which made Quirrell suddenly worried, for fear that this guy would accidentally drop the stone and roll it into the flames next to him.

"You...throw it! Top-level magic items like the Sorcerer's Stone will never be burned by flames..." Quirrell said harshly.

"Professor Quirrell, we don't have to do these stupid things... The two of us know each other well... It is impossible for ordinary flames to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone, but what about Fiendfire? The magic fire summoned by this ancient magic has a great reputation in history. You taught me ancient magic, how could you forget it so quickly..."

McGuffin's tone suddenly eased, and he even changed his face completely 180 degrees, and said to Quirrell with a smile.

As if the little wizard who yelled at him not long ago was not himself, Quirrell had never seen such a little wizard, not so much a little wizard as an adult wizard with a thick face and a dark heart.

— This little madman!

He cursed secretly in his heart, and Quirrell trembled a little, wondering how the master would punish himself when he saw such a situation? ...But it is impossible for him to lift the [Blood Curse] on McGuffin! ...and that was what the Dark Lord himself had ordered him to do.

——If I had known earlier, I would not have restored this little guy to its original form. Originally, I wanted to let the master immediately...

Immediately a sharp voice came from the back of his head, interrupting Quirrell's thoughts.

"Let me talk to him... talk to him alone..." The voice was weaker, and there was a chill in it.

Quirrell also felt that the Dark Lord was extremely dissatisfied with himself.

He was shivering, almost as wretched and frightened as ever, willingly, but obliged to slowly turn away at Voldemort's command.

"McGuffin Albert...you really surprised me..." Voldemort said, scrutinizing McGuffin with that face.

"As a Muggle-born little wizard...you let me see my own youthful shadow...Brilliant talent, savage vision, and courage to take risks at critical moments to fight for my own best interests. It is simply not the same as a little boy who escaped from my hands by luck...just a little lack of motivation and purpose..."

"Albert... I can provide you with exactly this point, join us!...Come and explore the mysteries of magic, I can see from your eyes that we are the same kind of people, with endless desire and ambition for magic research... Otherwise, no matter how talented you are, it is impossible to master so much magic in a short period of time. Even the mastery of the two [Imperius Curse] just now is no less than that of some adult wizards, am I right?"

"Let me teach you!...McGuffin! A school like Hogwarts, and people like Dumbledore will only waste your talent and talent. Only by teaching you personally will you be able to use this talent to the fullest...I think based on your intelligence, you can also find that Dumbledore's trust in you is far less than Harry's trust!?...He is such a person. When I was in Hogwarts, he was so wary of me..."

"What's more, with me, we will achieve brilliance and greatness... Achieve great achievements in the history of magic... Even to a certain extent, I promise you as my successor..."

Listening to Voldemort's bewitching speech, Harry was really worried that this friend, whom he had never understood, really obeyed the Dark Lord's words and offered him the Philosopher's Stone.

"Although Quirrell is rough and impatient and a little stupid, he is a loyal servant...not to mention that [Blood Curse] can greatly enhance your magical strength?"

Voldemort's face hoarsely continued.

——Aside from other things, the Dark Lord praised himself in this way, which made McGuffin secretly feel better!It's so cool!
Of course he would—

—eat the icing, and the cannonballs go back.

"Dear Lord Dark Lord, your statement is really too high, this is the highest praise for me..."

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, this McGuffin...!
But then McGuffin continued, "However, being humble and ignorant, I really can't reach your gleam of light. How can I comment on such a great wizard like you? I'm just a short-sighted person. I really don't want to be trapped in the [Blood Curse], so please show your grace to break the [Blood Curse]"

——Still full of the familiar MacGuffin taste!
——It's absolutely perfect!
Harry could almost imagine the veins on Voldemort's browless face.

McGuffin, he continued,

"Master Dark Lord, I wonder if you have heard a Muggle fairy tale - Aladdin and the Magic Lamp..."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you are now the magical lamp that fulfills my wish... and my wish is to solve the [Blood Curse]... I hope you can realize the little wish of a little wizard like me..."

Voldemort remained silent.

Harry, of course, had heard the Muggle stories, and he suppressed a smile when he heard this, hoping that he hadn't attracted Voldemort's attention.

"Besides, I have no way to leave here, my life is still in the hands of you and your servant..."

"What's more, Dumbledore is probably on his way... Anyway, I'm not in a hurry right now..."

McGuffin waited, watching Voldemort's reaction.

Voldemort's serpentine face, the two slit eyes glowed red, and he glanced at McGuffin, as if he wanted to remember this little wizard who blackmailed him.

Then he finally spoke, and the shrill voice echoed, almost piercing McGuffin's eardrums.

——Ancient source blood, ouroboros, cursed poisonous body.

——The cycle of reincarnation is endless, the cycle of reincarnation is endless, eternal curse.

"Is this the spell to undo the curse?" asked the MacGuffin. "Is the curse lifted on me?"

At this time Voldemort did not respond, and it was Quirrell who turned around and answered McGuffin.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone..." He didn't answer, but said directly, viciously, as if he meant that the [Blood Curse] on McGuffin had been lifted.

"Isn't it? From the information I've searched, the release of [Blood Curse] requires at least three necessary materials before it can be released..."

"Where did you know that, the master told me... The information about [Blood Curse] in the Hogwarts library disappeared five or sixty years ago... How could you know..."

(End of this chapter)