"Damn it! Dracula knows everything, he's just been playing tricks on me!"
In Quirrell's narrow assistant office, the younger version of Voldemort, who looked much more solid than before, now had a ferocious look on his face, and his handsome appearance seemed extremely distorted.
"You useless piece of shit, you haven't found a way to deal with that beast until now?!" He glared at Quirrell viciously and threw a thick pile of homework he had just collected on his face. "What else can you do besides collecting homework and writing teaching plans? I asked you to sneak into Hogwarts to steal the Philosopher's Stone, not to find a hardworking assistant for Dracula!"
Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling all over, letting his homework scatter all over the floor, not daring to move or refute in the slightest.
“Oh, I should have let you, a loser, die at the hands of Dracula back in the Leaky Cauldron.” Voldemort’s voice was icy. “I expended a great deal of my soul’s energy rescuing you from Dracula’s control. Only after I obtained the Horcrux diary did I make up for some of the loss.”
"However, in order to cover up your identity, the evil spells and curses used on the Quidditch field finally consumed most of my original energy again!"
"The unicorn blood I sacrificed some time ago did have some effect, but I am still far from recovered. It is impossible for me to use this power again for such a small matter. In this situation, you can't even deal with a beast. Do I have to do it myself every time? What's the use of you then!"
"I'm sorry... Master." Quirrell said tremblingly, "I... I actually have an idea. As long as the Romanian smuggler I contacted delivers the dragon egg to me, I can use the dragon egg to bet with Hagrid and find out how he deals with the three-headed dog..."
"That would be too obvious, you idiot!" Voldemort roared. "Hagrid, that big fool, wants to raise a dragon, and someone just loses the bet with him and thoughtfully sends a dragon egg to him? Even a ten-year-old child can see that there is something wrong!"
"Don't you understand? Dracula and Dumbledore are just playing the long game! They may uncover our purpose at any time. As long as we show the slightest sign of wanting to take action, an unbreakable net will be immediately cast over our heads!"
"Then...then don't we have any other options?" Quirrell raised his head, revealing an extremely pale face, his eyes full of despair. "How can we not be discovered by them when we are at such a disadvantage?"
Voldemort's face also became extremely ugly, and he could not think of any feasible solution at this time.
It seems that the only way now is to defeat the three-headed dog in the first level by himself without showing any signs.
However, the little remaining soul essence was his reliance on saving his life and his last insurance for a comeback. Using it to deal with a beast was really not worth it.
What's more, there are many levels set up by other professors behind the three-headed dog. Who knows if there will be more dangers waiting for him
So, was he going to give up the Philosopher's Stone that was so close to him? Voldemort raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to pass over the ceiling and see the restricted area on the fourth floor...
At this moment, the diary on the desk suddenly opened without any wind.
A line of beautiful handwriting appeared out of nowhere on the blank page—
"I have an idea."
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At Hogwarts, Quirrell and Voldemort were not the only ones upset.
Snape was also upset because the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was about to begin, and he was worried that Quirrell, who was controlled by the Dark Lord, would do something bad to Lily's child again.
So he did whatever it took to squeeze Madam Hooch out and became the Quidditch referee for the game.
After becoming the referee, he can focus on Harry and remove the curse for him in time; he can also easily overlook the entire Quidditch field and find the person who cursed Harry.
Of course, it would be even better if we could cause some trouble for the Gryffindor team and make this team with the highest score currently lose to Hufflepuff. In this way, Slytherin might still have a chance to win the championship!
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were also upset because they were afraid that Harry would experience the vicious incident of being cursed again.
Last time, Harry was lucky enough to be saved by the big bat that Professor Dracula transformed into. However, this time, Hermione and Ron agreed that the person who cursed Harry would use a more vicious and powerful curse, and would throw him to the ground before the professors could react.
"I must participate in the competition," Harry said to Ron and Hermione with a firm look in his eyes. "If I withdraw, the Slytherins will think that I am afraid and dare not face any difficulties. I would like to see the scene when their smug smiles disappear from their faces after we win."
"As long as we don't carry you off the field." Hermione was a little sad, but then her eyes suddenly lit up, "By the way, Professor Snape is the referee this time, he will definitely protect you! He tried his best to save you in the audience last time, and I'm sure he will be no exception this time as the referee!"
Harry was stunned for a moment, thinking of the extremely disgusted expression on Snape's face when he usually looked at him, and he couldn't help but feel that it was extremely unreal. The key point was that the last time Snape recited the counter-spell for him was indeed real, and he couldn't refute it at all.
"I just hope that when he's the referee he won't keep deducting points from Gryffindor like he usually does." He couldn't bring himself to say something good about Snape, so he said stubbornly.
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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, even Dracula became a little upset when he saw the two grinning red-haired twins in front of him.
"What are you two planning to do now?" he asked helplessly, looking at the Weasley brothers in red Quidditch uniforms.
"Professor, today is an important match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. If we win this match, Gryffindor will basically win the Quidditch Cup!" George said, "But there is a problem now - Harry's old enemy Snape is the referee of this match. According to convention, he will definitely favor Hufflepuff House."
"So we need to find a stronger professor to suppress Snape. Also, it would be even better if this professor could give Harry the courage to win!"
"That's right. And you saved Harry when he was cursed in the last Quidditch match." Fred nodded repeatedly beside him, and after George finished speaking, he added, "Professor, you don't want the little wizard you are protecting to be attacked by others, do you?"
"… "
Dracula finally held his umbrella, walked onto the path to the Quidditch field, and fell into deep thought.
Why does that sentence just now sound so familiar
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