In the morning, the sun has just risen from the horizon, the sky has begun to turn white, and a new day is about to begin.
On the hill, the old castle regained its vitality. Next to the forbidden forest, Hagrid opened the door and walked out of his hut, starting a busy day.
Filch, the caretaker, had finished checking the boys' and girls' bathrooms and was about to open the castle's oak door.
At this moment, the sunlight has already cast a golden glow on the west side of the castle, and is reflected on the wooden table beside the bed through the window. The owner of the room got up from the bed and was standing by the mirror, looking at his pale face in the mirror, his lips trembling slightly twice, and Quirrell felt that his life might be coming to an end.
Voldemort once told Quirrell that if he couldn't hold on any longer, he could only go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns. Fresh unicorn blood could not only prolong his life, but also restore Voldemort's physical strength.
Quirrell certainly knew that fresh unicorn blood could prolong his life, but unicorns were social animals, and these beasts had strong magical powers and were very difficult to deal with. Quirrell was not sure whether he could successfully hunt a unicorn with his current strength.
Even if one could successfully hunt a unicorn and use its blood to prolong one's life, doing so would come at a heavy price.
Using fresh unicorn blood to prolong his life would mean that Quirrell would be completely cursed by the unicorn and have a half-dead life.
In the history of magic, there are very few wizards who have done this, and the limited records cannot provide Quirrell with much useful information.
Quirrell didn't really know what the cursed, half-dead life meant, but that situation was definitely terrible and he didn't want to go that far.
Otherwise, when Voldemort leaves his body, Quirrell's life will still be cursed by the unicorn, which would be a very bad situation.
However, the worst is not this. Judging from the current situation, Quirrell himself may not be able to hold on until then. Voldemort has warned him more than once that he must get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, but Quirrell can't even deal with Hagrid's damn pet dog.
There were times when Quirrell really wanted to use magic to kill the three-headed dog directly, but he finally held back. He had to be cautious. His plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone must not fail. He must not attract Dumbledore's attention. He only had one chance.
When it comes to life and death, Quirrell will never tolerate failure, and he cannot tolerate failure.
As for Snape, who had become wary of him, Quirrell was not sure whether he would go to Dumbledore to inform on him. But Voldemort told him that Snape had once been a Death Eater. As a loyal servant of Voldemort, would Dumbledore believe such a person
Although Voldemort said that Snape was his man and there was no need to worry too much about Snape going to Dumbledore to inform on him, Quirrell still expressed his doubts.
Quirrell also thought about asking Snape for help in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, but this proposal was rejected by Voldemort. The Dark Lord did not want his situation to be known to others.
After all, the fewer people know about it, the more secretive and safer you are.
Quirrell naturally believed what Voldemort said, but he still thought that Voldemort still did not trust his former servant very much, especially after he had become like that, he might not want others to know!
Voldemort would be afraid too.
This made Quirrell feel very interesting. Perhaps Voldemort was worried that after seeing his miserable appearance, Snape would turn around and betray him.
After all, Snape protected the savior when Quirrell murdered Harry. His current position is difficult to determine, and he might tell Dumbledore about Voldemort's situation.
After all, he is a wizard from Slytherin House, so it is normal for him to use any means to achieve his goals.
Of course, Quirrell didn't really want others to dilute the impression he had on Voldemort. He was gambling. If he won, he won everything, and if he lost, he would lose everything. Quirrell didn't think he would lose.
Although Snape was suspicious of him, his presence still brought considerable help to Quirrell.
There's no way around it. Snape is so unlikable. He flies around like a giant bat all day long. He is simply a villain.
With him there to command everyone's attention, who would doubt poor, stammering Professor Quirrell
"Cheer up, you must get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible." Quirrell wrapped the freshly washed scarf around his head, patted his cheek and muttered.
Recently, Quirrell has tried not to wander outside the restricted corridor on the fourth floor as much as possible, because he found that Harry Potter seemed to be starting to pay attention to the Philosopher's Stone, and he felt that this was not a good sign, as the savior was really too nosy.
On Halloween Eve, Potter seemed to see himself checking the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone. Snape also rushed to the restricted area on the fourth floor. It was really difficult for Quirrell to be sure who Potter saw and who he suspected at that time.
Moreover, whenever Potter met him, he would always give him a strange smile. Did that have any special meaning
With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Quirrell came to the hall to have dinner.
The owl in the morning finally brought him good news. The dragon egg he wanted was finally found.
The smuggler had already helped him get the dragon eggs, and they needed to agree on a location to complete the final transaction.
Great, now we can finally deal with that three-headed dog.
When Quirrell stood up and prepared to write a reply to the smuggler, he suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort in his stomach. The excitement in Quirrell's mind disappeared in an instant, and his face turned ugly. Could it be...
Quirrell immediately thought of what happened a few days ago. Several Slytherin students had inexplicable stomach upsets. It was said that Peeves had added a small amount of mulberry bean powder to their food.
Could it be that even the professor... Quirrell felt that he might have fallen into Peeves's mischief.
He held his stomach and rushed to the boys' bathroom closest to the hall under the surprised gazes of other professors.
Not long after, Quirrell walked out of the toilet cubicle, his face looking even paler. He dragged his weak body to the school hospital on the second floor to seek help from Madam Pomfrey.
Quirrell just asked Madam Pomfrey for a small cup of antidiarrhea medicine. He didn't dare let Madam Pomfrey treat him. God knows whether the head nurse would notice anything.
In the school hospital, Quirrell saw two unlucky guys lying on the hospital beds. Flint and Montague from Slytherin had been lying in the hospital beds for two days due to severe diarrhea, and they had just recovered.