To endure the nausea, the "special" potion was finally drunk, and not a drop was left.

"Was it been investigated and who did it?" The sharp voice sounded again.

He was burned by a wizard, slapped in the face with clothes by someone, and washed by cold water... The great Dark King has never suffered such humiliation.

Even if his Avadassomim rebounded and turned into this way, it would not be so humiliating!

"Master...No..." Quirrell trembled all over and said in a crying voice: "Can it be Dumbledore that discovered you?"

"Don't be stupid, Dumbledore thought I was hiding in the Albanian forest." The face said viciously.

"He never thought that I was actually moving under his nose!"

"Of course, he must have noticed that you have something wrong with it. I never underestimate Dumbledore." The face chuckled.

“But he is confident, he is the same person as me, thinking that he can control everything.

Quirrell, Dumbledore will not rush to catch you, but will try his best to figure out who you are working for and who wants to get the Philosopher's Stone.

His confidence is our opportunity.”

"But, I feel that Snape's eyes were fierce when he looked at me." Kilow sobbed, "Isn't he your servant too? Why... don't you ask him to help."

"Snape..." That face squinted his eyes, and the red light shone with coldness.

"Qillow, see what I have left now, only the weak lonely soul...Snape?"

“It’s not just him, but my ‘loyal’ servants, who may be loyal to others now.

Maybe it was the protector of the mud and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore."

"I don't know who else can believe it, otherwise why wouldn't they dare to look for me and help me restore my strength?"

"But master...my power is too weak. After the Guling Pavilion, my body almost collapsed." Qiluo choked up.

"I can't even kill Harry Potter, I can't even deal with three-headed dogs. You should seek Snape's help..."

"I think this job of serving me has made you bored, right, Quirrell?" A cold breath wandered around the office.

"You tried to get me to contact Snape, are you trying to expose me so that you can get me to Dumbledore?"

"Master! I don't, I'm just... afraid..."

"Don't lie to me!" the man made a hoarse voice.

"I know everything, Qiluo! You are regretting, regretting going to the forests of Albania."

Kiro shivered, and the sound of his face suddenly eased.

He comforted with a whispering voice: "Don't be afraid, my faithful servant.

With me here, nothing will happen!

As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, I will be able to create a new body and resurrect again.

Dark King, never forget!

He will not forget to help his good servant in times of danger.

eternal life,

How about this reward? I can do it easily.”

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and Quirrell's face showed a trace of hideous desire.

Voldemort was so satisfied that it was so easy to control people's hearts.

"That's it. Go and get some unicorn blood, so that I can have the strength and better protect you."

Qiluo smiled foolishly, "Yes, master, I have figured out the location of the unicorn."

"Very good, how about the herbs I want?"

"Most of it has been collected, I think Sprout has discovered it..."

"No, she would only think that it was the damage caused by some magical creature." Voldemort smiled.

"I'm very good at this. I took herbs like this decades ago. Hagrid... I didn't expect that after so many years, you can still protect me..."

When Hegel was mentioned, Kilow became afraid again, and he remembered the terrifying three-headed dog.

"It's okay." Voldemort seemed to know what Quirrell was thinking, and he comforted:

"Hagi's little pet is easy to deal with. Unexpectedly, my junior brother is still so cute... very interested. We will get involved from him and know how to deal with the three-headed dog."

Quirot nodded.

"The last thing, help me get something." Voldemort's voice was filled with memories, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"That was my backhand many years ago, staying at Hogwarts would strengthen our strength."

Quirot showed a fanatical expression, and his master was still as powerful as ever.

But Voldemort showed a contemptuous smile. He had already made plans to discard Quirrell. Once Quirrell fails, that thing... is the backhand.

Magic Stone... He is determined to win!

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In the morning, Kiro changed into a new robe, new garlic, and new scarf. He pretended to be seriously injured and came to the auditorium tremblingly.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, several students from the academy put down their breakfast and quietly observed him.

Kilow is confused. Could it be that his new three-piece luxury suit is so trendy that it attracts everyone's attention?

Quirot closed the collar of his robe, looked like he was kidney deficiency, and slowly sat down in his position.

Professor Dumbledore said gently through his half-moon glasses: "Professor Quirrell, is your burn still serious?"

"The principal...it doesn't hurt that much anymore!" Qiluo stuttered.

"You should go to Mrs. Pomfrey's place," Dumbledore said with concern. "I know you have traveled around the world and are knowledgeable, but she is professional."

"No...no need..." Quirrell waved his hand quickly, "I can't... delay the student course."

"It's Professor Quirrell's intention." Snape's sallow face flashed with a smile.

"I also suffered burns last year. Your burn is worse than mine, and it is even harder to heal in winter.

Why not do this? I will boil some potions for you... external application and internal application, so that it will not delay the progress of teaching and can also cure the injury."

Quirrell pondered for a moment, and he was definitely not exposed, so the other party should not poison. As for the taste... no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than the potion given by Mrs. Pomfrey?

"Then...thank you...Professor Snape." Quirrell thanked quickly.

"How is Sibil?" Dumbledore asked again.

"She just broke a crystal ball, and the rest was fine." Professor McGonagall said unhappily: "But she asked for a salary because of her work injury!"

"A reasonable requirement." Dumbledore smiled softly: "She has served this school for eleven years and got the first salary."

"This shows a lot of problems." Professor McGonagall said sarcastically.?

"And if Sibil had the ability, she would definitely figure out that she shouldn't have gone to see Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall doesn't like Professor Trelawney, but she doesn't have much to say about the salary.

After all, who would rely on the professor's death salary besides Trelawny?

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