At this time, Professor Quirrell's office looked like a large slaughterhouse.
Blood and pieces of flesh splattered everywhere, dyeing everything near the desk red and black.
Obviously, the Dark Lord is too lazy to clean up this result.
Professor Quirrell was lying in the blood, panting heavily, as if he was about to die. He struggled to get up, and finally staggered and fell into a pool of blood.
The dark eye sockets of a mouse skull were facing him.
"Merlin's beard!"
Quirrell took a step back in fear, using his hands and feet, but only felt that his hands and feet were soaked in the mud of blood and minced meat.
Finally, he staggered up from the ground, struggled and struggled to walk to the shelf next to the wall, forcefully opened the wooden door underneath, and pulled out a huge glass jar from inside.
Inside the carved and frosted translucent bottle, you can vaguely see some thick dark red liquid that looks like blood, and there are also weird bubbles, as if it is boiling.
Panting, he gritted his teeth and pulled the plug open hard, gurgling.
Soon, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.
Carefully put the bottle back into the cabinet.
He took out his wand and used it to clean the office that looked like a slaughterhouse.
He staggered back to the back of the office and instantly collapsed on the big armchair, "I don't understand!"
Quirrell murmured, his voice getting louder and louder, "I don't understand, Master, I really don't understand. I have worked so hard to restore your strength, but you waste it on controlling my body, even just for the sake of it."
Teach a kid?”
Do you know how difficult it is for him?
The magic potion made from the blood of magical animals in the glass bottle, every sip is his savings!
Most of my life savings!
Earn every penny!
Not used for a great cause, not used for any conspiracy, but used to play teaching games?
I gave everything for you! Life! Life! Savings! Everything!
Just for your fun?
Quirrell especially regretted going to Albania to find the Dark Lord. He got nothing, no glory, no rights, nothing!
He even felt that the so-called Dark Lord was low, like a third-rate villain in a fairy tale!
Quirrell began to doubt whether his investment was the right one.
Of course, he is wavering, beguiled, and even enslaved all the time.
He had no choice but to stop.
But his savings really can't hold on anymore. If this continues, he will have no choice but to go to the dangerous Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts Castle to find magical animals to drink their blood!
A sharp voice came from the hat, "You don't understand, you don't understand!"
Oh, Quirrell really didn't understand. When he was teaching Muggle Studies, it was not like he hadn't heard that the Dark Lord cursed the course because he couldn't be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
He clearly just needs to return to Hogwarts and return to his position as professor of Muggle Studies.
Dumbledore admired him so much that he even offered him a professorship.
The future was originally bright!
But Voldemort was very determined and wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He hesitated for a long time and finally agreed to the Dark Lord's request.
After all, it’s his master’s curse, so it shouldn’t have any impact on him...right?
But!
But he finally tried every means to help this master regain his strength, but he squandered it all just to live up to the professor's addiction?
No one knows how painful it is to tear his soul when the Dark Lord uses his body!
No one knew that the Dark Lord only lived in his body, and his thinking had gradually begun to become dull!
No, the Dark Lord doesn't care at all, he only cares about his bullshit Defense Against the Dark Arts class!
Quirrell let out a strange laugh, and it was difficult to explain the complicated emotions inside it.
"Dumbledore asked us to set up a guard for the secret room where the Philosopher's Stone is stored. I have already found a troll."
"Halloween, I will release it on Halloween and let it cause chaos. Dumbledore will definitely give priority to the safety of the students. Then I will get the Philosopher's Stone!"
"As long as I get the magic stone, I can resurrect the master, and everything will be different."
"Very well," said the sharp voice, "I will never forget your devotion to me, Quirinus Quirrell."
"That kid, Anthony, I can see that he is very grateful to me. You can call him when necessary. He will be very useful."
Quirrell finally couldn't help it anymore and growled, "I really don't understand! Why do we need this Anthony? What use can he have?"
"Chacha~" The sharp laughter echoed behind his ears.
"That's a delicious treat."
"If you succeed on Halloween, I will prepare this delicious food with my own hands. But if you are stupid and fail, yes, your stupidity makes me really not have much hope, so I need someone to help me process it."
Quirrell clenched his fists hard. The Dark Lord's words were full of humiliation. He had clearly given everything for his master! "Whatever needs to be done, I will do it! I will do it!"
"Ha~" The faint laughter was full of contempt.
Quirrell suddenly burst out with a shrill roar, and his body that was slumped in the chair suddenly straightened up and shook non-stop.
"Obey, Quirrell, this is all I need from you..."
The office was plunged into darkness.
Boundless.
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…
No matter what people go through, the sun will always rise the next day.
The rays of light pierced the sky.
After eating a delicious breakfast, Anton felt that today was another day full of energy.
Aunt Ilsa, yes, the nosy wife Lupine found.
She asked Anton to write a letter home to Uncle Luping every month. There was no requirement on the content. She said that the little wizard must have a lot of growing pains and she asked him to tell his parents and let Luping solve them for him.
Now Anton was indeed a little troubled, and he wrote a letter to Lu Ping.
The general meaning is: There is a teacher who teaches me everything and is very kind to me, but he is an out-and-out bad person. What should I do?
While he was eating breakfast that day, Lupin's owl finally flew over.
Lupine expressed his confusion and wrote a question, "Didn't you kill him already?"
Then he also wrote a lot of good things about the old wizard and his new good friend, so that Anton could understand the emotions of this dead person.
Let them not quarrel at Hogwarts like they do at home.
God is so considerate.
Anton rolled his eyes, wrote a reply, and asked the owl to be sent back.
——Not the one before, but now I have met another one!
sigh.
That's why his path to education was always so bumpy and bumpy.