"It seems that your situation is not good, Tom!" Dumbledore stared at the silverware on the table and murmured softly.
"Since you all know that Professor Quirrell has problems, why don't you get rid of him?" The portrait of the fat wizard with a red nose on the wall of the principal's office said, "I think he has gone crazy and is planning to use the blood of unicorns to prolong his life."
"I don't understand what you want to do at all." The portrait of the old wizard with a goatee continued, "In my opinion, the so-called savior is just an eleven-year-old wizard. He is too young. Don't you think it's risky to do this?"
"There are some things that Harry needs to face alone. Now he just needs to have the courage to resist like a real man and fight Voldemort face to face. That's enough." Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm lucky. Voldemort is still very weak, and I can control him when he meets Harry."
"Albus, I have to remind you that the more careful the plan is, the easier it is to have flaws, and just one mistake may lead to the failure of the entire plan." Dippet, who looked very weak, also reminded.
"Thank you for your reminder, Armando," Dumbledore nodded and said, "I know very well the flaws in this plan, and I know even more clearly the importance of the success of this plan. I will never let this flaw ruin the entire plan."
"What's the flaw?" asked Phineas with a goatee curiously.
"Don't ask. If you ask, it will create another loophole!" The red-nosed old wizard ran to the portrait of Phineas and tried to shut him up with his cane.
"If you don't want to ask, then don't ask. Don't hit me." Phineas dodged the cane and continued, "Are you sure that Potter can be the savior you call him?"
"He will."
"You actually doubt Dumbledore's judgment?"
"Although I do not doubt his vision, I doubt Harry Potter's ability. We all know where he got the title of savior. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to stop Voldemort yourself."
"I am not suitable." Dumbledore said, "Harry is the most suitable person."
"I can't see how he's better than you."
"I didn't expect you to understand, Phineas."
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Voldemort had no idea that he had actually been arranged by someone long ago.
At this moment, Voldemort was forcing Quirrell to surrender.
Last time, he forced Quirrell to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns, hoping to use the blood of unicorns to restore his physical strength. Quirrell's incompetence had made Voldemort unbearable, and he was eager to get rid of his weak body.
But... what did this guy do
Although there is no definite evidence, Voldemort suspected that Quirrell deliberately lost the unicorn in the end. He had no intention of using the unicorn's blood to prolong his life. In other words, Quirrell was afraid and was delaying the arrival of this moment.
However, this is something Voldemort cannot allow. He will not tolerate others disobeying his orders!
Quirrell's will was as fragile as a biscuit. Voldemort only had to punish him slightly to make Quirrell surrender. This time, the spell also squeezed out the little life force Quirrell had left.
He had no choice but to succeed, otherwise he would face death.
On Friday night, Quirrell sneaked into the Forbidden Forest.
After spending a lot of time, I finally found a unicorn again.
Quirrell used the spell taught by Voldemort to sneak attack the prey, however, the unicorn escaped. It took Quirrell a long time to finally succeed in injuring the unicorn, but he did not expect to be able to kill a unicorn in a short time.
There is no way. Unicorns run very fast and it is too difficult to kill them head-on.
Perhaps, the Dark Lord could use the Avada Kedavra curse to kill them in one go, but with Quirrell's magical power, it would be difficult to achieve this directly.
He was getting weaker and weaker.
Therefore, Quirrell could only use the same old trick, letting the unicorn run around and draining its last bit of strength before taking action.
This is also the most effective method at present.
In order to prevent himself from being exposed, Quirrell wrapped himself tightly in a cloak.
He spent a whole day searching for the injured unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, forcing his prey into a corner by approaching it step by step.
During this time, Quirrell encountered centaurs and was chased away by the beasts with arrows. He also encountered Hagrid, who discovered something unusual and was tracking a wounded unicorn.
Quirrell was very tired, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he could hardly stand up.
But he didn't want to die, so he persevered with the help of magic.
Finally, shortly after the unicorn fell, Quirrell knew that he had finally won.
It was late at night, and the exhausted Quirrell, with the help of the magic taught by Voldemort, wandered in the Forbidden Forest like a wild beast. He slowly came to the side of the unicorn, leaned over and sucked the silvery-white blood from the unicorn's wound.
The moment his lips touched the unicorn's blood, Quirrell felt his soul trembling. His body did not change, but he could feel that he was different from before.
Is this the cursed life
Suddenly, a scream rang in his ears, and he heard someone running away screaming in fear.
Quirrell raised his head, letting the silvery-white blood drip from his lips onto his cloak. He looked at Harry deeply, feeling very surprised.
Quirrell never thought that he would meet the famous Harry Potter here.
This savior is a trouble. Maybe I should get rid of him now.
Yes, now is a good opportunity.
There's no place like it.
Quirrell struggled to stand up and slowly walked towards Harry. Looking at the savior who was trembling with fear because of him, Quirrell was in a good mood.
The famous Harry Potter was about to die in my hands, something that even the Dark Lord couldn't do. How would he reward me for helping him get rid of this thorn in his side
When Quirrell raised his wand, the sound of horse hooves came from not far away. A centaur stood between him and Potter, raised its front legs high, ready to crush him into a pulp with one kick.
Quirrell escaped from the centaur's hooves in a panic. He had dealt with these beasts more than once and knew that more centaurs would arrive here soon.
Although Quirrell wanted to kill the centaur and Harry Potter immediately, he was too weak and not suitable for fighting, especially when facing more than one centaur. He might get injured, which would be not worth it.
Quirrell retreated under the cover of darkness, knowing his goal had been achieved.
Just keep Harry Potter's life for now, and find another opportunity to take it away later!