In the morning, Quirrell was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. He suddenly leaned up from the bed. A sharp pain spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Last night, Quirrell's master, the famous dark lord, was dissatisfied with his efficiency and used dark magic to punish him.
Voldemort was not a kind master, and the negative effects of the Cruciatus Curse left Quirrell still aching all over.
He put his hands to cover his cheeks to hide the pain on his face. It was not that he was inefficient, but that this kind of thing simply could not be done quickly.
The professors who were invited by Dumbledore to set up levels for the Philosopher's Stone all had their own abilities. Even if he could subdue one or two of them and force them to reveal information about the mechanism protecting the Philosopher's Stone, he would inevitably expose himself. By then, let alone stealing the Philosopher's Stone, it would be a problem whether he could even escape from the school.
Moreover, the professors were all warned by Dumbledore not to reveal the mechanism protecting the Philosopher's Stone to anyone, and they didn't know what the mechanism of other professors was except themselves.
Quirrell was of course no exception, and he didn't dare to ask other professors openly. He could only lead the topic in this direction inadvertently through daily communication. For example, today I saw someone sneaking into the restricted corridor on the fourth floor and was almost bitten by the three-headed dog.
However, more than a month had passed and Quirrell still had nothing to show for it, and his master was losing his patience. Last night was a warning; if Quirrell could not complete the task, Voldemort would do it himself once he had gathered enough strength, and by then his life would burn out as quickly as a blooming firework.
Quirrell struggled to get up from the bed and poured himself a cup of pain-reducing potion. He came to the mirror and looked at the pale young man in the mirror.
Quirrell turned sideways and saw a terrifying face on the back of his head in the mirror. It was Voldemort. Its eyes were closed tightly and below them were two long and thin nostrils. If you didn't look carefully, you would think this face had no nose.
This was the terrible punishment Voldemort gave Quirrell after his last failure. He possessed Quirrell's body, using his life as nourishment to slowly restore his own strength.
However, considering the difficulty of Quirrell's mission, Voldemort has been in a semi-dormant state, slowly accumulating strength and avoiding excessive consumption of Quirrell's life.
However, the moment Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, his life began to countdown. If he failed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, he would die soon. So Voldemort was not worried that Quirrell would not try his best to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone. It was just Quirrell's slow progress that made the Dark Lord very dissatisfied.
"I will succeed. I will definitely get the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured to the mirror. He took a large scarf from the shelf next to him and hid the face on the back of his head. He also cast magic on the scarf to prevent anyone from pulling the scarf off his head when he was not paying attention.
Quirrell had not forgotten that not long ago, Peeves, a well-known mischievous ghost in the school, had set his eyes on the big scarf on his head and even tried to pull it off to see if there was garlic inside. Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise God knows what would have happened.
Ever since that incident, Quirrell had been very careful and would cast a spell on his scarf to prevent Peeves or other students from forcibly pulling the scarf off his head.
After packing up everything and cheering himself up, Quirrell went to the auditorium for dinner as usual. When passing the fourth floor, Quirrell vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards him. He quickened his pace and turned a few corners to get rid of the other person.
Albert Anderson.
A talented wizard at Hogwarts.
However, this student who was liked by most professors was one of the people Quirrell least wanted to see at Hogwarts.
He simply couldn't understand why the other party had so many tricky questions. All the students in Hogwarts put together might not have as many questions as Albert.
In every third-year Gryffindor class, this Hogwarts genius would always ask him questions. It would be fine if he met him in class, but if they met him after class, he would also be asked questions. Those tricky questions were not easy to answer. Quirrell felt that he might be driven crazy by him at any time.
For this reason, Quirrell now chose to walk around Albert to avoid being bumped into by him again. However, despite doing this, Quirrell found that he still often ran into him, as if Albert knew his exact location.
Quirrell once consulted other professors at Hogwarts about this, and they all said that Albert had a very good relationship with the previous two professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
It was normal to frequently ask questions to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Especially when Quirrell knew that his predecessor and predecessor often invited Albert to have afternoon tea, the expression on his face froze completely, and he forced himself not to curse directly.
Damn genius, damn Albert.
Invite the other party to tea in the afternoon
snort!
If possible, he certainly wouldn't mind asking the other person to taste the taste of the Cruciatus Curse.
Quirrell thought viciously.
I was having a meal in the restaurant and chatting with Professor Flitwick next to me. My eyes involuntarily glanced towards the Gryffindor table where Harry Potter was having a meal.
The famous Harry Potter.
Perhaps, if I could find an opportunity to kill him, I would definitely be rewarded by the Dark Lord!
Quirrell knew that Harry Potter was interested in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor, so maybe he would be bitten to death by the dog. Well, that was a good idea.
Or, just let him fall from a great height and die while he's playing a Quidditch game.
While Quirrell was thinking about how to kill Potter, a large number of owls carrying letters and packages poured into the hall. Among them, a white owl flew towards the teachers' seats and dropped a small package in front of Quirrell.
Quirrell had never expected to receive an owl in the mail.
After all, he hadn't been mail-ordering anything lately.
Who sent it
Quirrell's eyes fell on the sender:
Harry Potter
At this moment, his mind was a little confused and he instinctively looked towards Harry Potter's position.
Quirrell couldn't understand why the famous savior would send him something.
However, Quirrell did not open the package immediately. Instead, he put it away. He waited until he finished his morning class and returned to his office before he found time to open the package.
There was also a letter and a strange bottle in the package.
Quirrell opened the letter first, which told what was in the bottle.
However, Quirrell couldn’t understand what this thing had to do with the treasure in the treasure map
What is the vampire repellent amulet
The moment Quirrell opened the bottle, he regretted it. The horrible smell filled the room and made him want to vomit.
Instinct made him seal the bottle again as soon as possible.
At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Quirrell's mind. Was he being fooled by the savior Potter
No, it shouldn't be like that.
Could it be that the sender was not Harry Potter at all, but just sent the letter to himself in the name of Harry Potter
Quirrell suddenly remembered something.
Not long ago, a pair of red-haired twins tried to recommend him a garlic-smelling vampire amulet
Could it be... them
Did they send this thing to themselves in the name of Harry Potter just to tease themselves
Quirrell's cheeks twisted at the thought.
However, he quickly calmed down because the possibility of this happening was not high.
Unless, the red-haired twins wanted to frame Harry Potter
But why do they do this
No, it shouldn't be like this.
After all, one of the Weasley boys was friends with Harry Potter, so they shouldn't have been doing that.
Now there is only one possibility.
Is this really the gift Harry Potter sent to himself
But why did Harry Potter do this
Quirrell thought carefully about Harry Potter's motives, then looked at the contents of the parchment, and suddenly he understood.
It turns out that this amulet was used to expel vampires for him.
Last time, Quirrell mentioned in front of the whole class that he was afraid of being in trouble with vampires.
Even though he figured out the reason, for some reason he wasn't grateful at all to the savior who sent him the amulet, and he even wanted to kill Harry Potter even more.