After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

After the Christmas holidays, all the little wizards returned to Hogwarts.

By chance, Yang Mei discovered that Harry and Ron were looking for information about Nicolas Flamel.

It seems that they also know that the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts, Yang Mei thought.

Well, if they don’t even know what the level is guarding, how can they pass it?

Only when the precious Philosopher's Stone is in danger of being stolen, and the greatest white wizard Dumbledore happens not to be in Hogwarts, then the heroic savior and his companions should step forward to save the tide, right?

However, Yang Mei did not expect that the Philosopher's Stone had been taken away by him, and this farce had not yet ended.

It couldn't be that Dumbledore hadn't noticed that something was missing yet?

In addition, Yang Mei felt that Harry and Ron, the two poor students, were not very reliable. He suspected that even if they were given another year, they would not be able to find any information about Nicolas Flamel.

……

There is one thing that Yang Mei is quite concerned about.

That was that he went to Quirrell's office to look for Voldemort for several nights in a row, but there was no one there.

At Hogwarts, each professor's private dormitory is connected to their office.

This guy is not staying in his dormitory so late at night. Could he be out for a night out?

Yang Mei didn't quite believe that Voldemort had such leisure and elegance.

So what is she doing?

It was not until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Yang Mei keenly smelled the scent of unicorn blood amid the overwhelming smell of garlic.

My goodness, could this guy be taking advantage of the dark night to murder the unicorn?

After class, Yang Mei did not leave.

Seeing this, Quirrell consciously gave up control of his body and shrank his soul into a corner of his brain.

"Something?" Voldemort leaned on the desk with his arms folded.

Yang Mei heard that his tone seemed to be a little emotional.

He thought about it carefully and realized that he had not provoked the Dark Lord recently. They had not even met in private except during classes.

Could it be... "Are you blaming me for not giving you a Christmas present?" Yang Mei was a little unbelievable.

Voldemort acted fiercely and said, "Isn't this matter important? I have sent you a Christmas present!"

This was another thing that surprised Yang Mei. He thought that he and Voldemort were not familiar enough to exchange Christmas gifts with each other.

But he did receive someone's Christmas gift. Celeste and Florence were terrified, and they used a black magic detector to scan the gift box 360 degrees, fearing that Voldemort might go crazy and send a dangerous item.

But there was nothing scary inside, just two seeds from the mother laurel tree.

Although Yang Mei didn't know the meaning of the seeds Voldemort gave him, he still kept them properly.

Facing Voldemort who seemed to be calling him to account, Yang Mei snorted softly, then took out from his pocket the one third of the Philosopher's Stone that he had cut off.

"Here!" Yang Mei showed the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort, "This is your Christmas present."

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort took two steps towards Yang Mei in surprise. "When did you get it? Didn't you righteously say last time that you couldn't help me?"

"It's not for you, so don't be so self-indulgent!" Yang Mei's eyes moved slightly, "What I have in my hand is not a complete Philosopher's Stone, but only one third of it. I estimate that if I make a body for you, this one third of the Philosopher's Stone will be enough."

Voldemort didn't care whether the Philosopher's Stone was complete or not. He was still immersed in the feeling that Yang Mei took his need for a body to heart.

If Yang Mei knew his mental activities, she would definitely say, "Oh no! The Dark Lord seems to be in love!"

"It's still inconvenient in Hogwarts. I'll start making a body for you after the summer vacation." Yang Mei said as she put the Philosopher's Stone back into her pocket. "Well, now tell me why you smell like unicorn blood?"

Voldemort shrugged. "Obviously, my soul is too weak. I had to do it despite knowing that blood not donated voluntarily by a unicorn is poisonous."

Yang Mei was a little annoyed, not because of Voldemort's behavior of hunting unicorns and drinking their blood, but because he felt that he was being looked down upon.

To stabilize the soul, if we use the methods of the magical world, we can make soul stabilizers.

In addition to this, Yang Mei’s huge private collection also contains soul-nourishing wood and other items that can come in handy.

...Never mind, they have only known each other for a short time.

It was normal for Voldemort not to believe in him and his abilities.

"Professor Quirrell has done his share of hard work for you, even if he has no credit. It would be too unfair for him to die from drinking poisonous unicorn blood." Yang Mei supported her forehead with her knuckles. "Anyway, your purpose of coming to Hogwarts has been achieved. You might as well not share a body with others. I'll find you another place to live."