It's been two weeks since Gretel agreed to be Dumbledore's little spy and get everything he wanted.
With Dumbledore's acquiescence, Gretel would visit Quirinus Quirrell's office from time to time.
However, every time he left there, Gretel would always take turns to undergo all-round testing by Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.
Even if it weren't for the special nature of the soul, Professor Flitwick would have wanted to use the goblin's spell to test Gretel's soul.
Even though Dumbledore still hadn't revealed Quirrell's true identity to them, they still stood ready.
After all, the irrepressible smell of black magic made the two of them feel like they were facing a new generation of Dark Lord.
Even compared to the Dark Lord who cannot be named, Quirrell is accompanied by an unspeakable madness.
In the current research room, Penello himself has become a complete tool man.
After all, research was not what she was good at, and her talent was not enough to support her in conducting such creative research.
More than once, Penello said that she was no longer a qualified partner, and discussed with Gretel that otherwise she would just have to work for free for the current period of time.
What Grete said is that an oath is a promise. The moment the contract is established, she is already a partner, regardless of whether she can contribute to future research.
After all, the situation at that time was that he needed her knowledge. This kind of behavior of burning bridges would never happen to him in the past, present or future.
Ever since Gretel finished speaking that day, Penelo has completely boarded Gretel's boat.
However, Grete and Penello's research still came to a standstill. Creating something from scratch is far more difficult than copycatting.
Fortunately, there is still dear Professor Voldemort who can explode gold coins.
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"Professor, do you have time now?"
Gretel carefully knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
It wasn't until he heard a suppressed cough of agreement that he quietly entered the door.
"Professor, you don't look good. Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's and have a look."
Gretel swore to God that he was definitely not concerned about Quirrell's health.
What he was worried about was that Quirrell's body and bones were not strong enough to support his dear Professor Tom Riddle to help him overcome the difficulties.
Because of his espionage behavior, he and Dumbledore can be said to have a good knowledge of Quirrell's physical condition.
Late one night, two figures, one large and one small, simultaneously turned their thoughts to the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.
A Dark Lord who is dying of illness will definitely find ways to delay the deterioration of his body in order to achieve his goals.
Of course, you must not go to the infirmary, and your former subordinate Severus Snape, the Dark Lord, couldn't believe it at all in this situation.
Then the only thing he can think about is the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.
The blood of unicorns can help him extend his life. As for the curse, does Voldemort care about him?
After all, he wasn't the one drinking the blood, so of course some idiot would help him bear the curse.
In other words, does the Dark Lord himself care? He can be cruel enough to split his soul into Horcruxes, so how could he care about the curse?
With the cooperation of one large and one small, the gamekeeper Hagrid, under the guidance of Dumbledore, notified the centaurs, the leaders in the Forbidden Forest.
Only centaurs who live day and night with nature can gain the trust of unicorns and keep them away from the dangers at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Without the last replenishment, Voldemort was far weaker than himself in another timeline.
If it weren't for the life-extending potion bought on the black market, Quirrell would have been unable to sustain Voldemort's soul.
Of course, the valuable potions almost depleted Quirrell's small treasury.
He mentioned to his master more than once that frequent switching of souls that dominate the body would speed up the breakdown of the possession spell.
But he didn't get Voldemort's approval.
"Master, your soul is already very weak. If you continue like this, I'm worried that you will fall into a deep sleep. Without your help, it would be impossible for me to obtain the Philosopher's Stone from Principal Dumbledore."
Quirrell begged.
"?" A heartbreaking cut out of the bones has already expressed the owner's anger.
Since begging was useless, Quirrell had no choice but to think of other ways.
"Master, you may not know that Mike Gretel is a Mudblood. Don't you hate Mudbloods the most?
How about we capture him? I got a magic from the banshee. Sacrificing his soul can help you replenish your vitality."
One second the heart-breaking pain of cutting out the bones had not disappeared, and the next second he received a rain-like gift from his master.
The continuous heartbreaking and bone-cutting efforts made him completely give up the idea of sowing discord.
"I need you to teach me how to do things?"
Voldemort warned in a calm tone, "Don't ever let me hear you plotting against Gretel again, otherwise the Cruciatus Curse won't be the one I give you next time."
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Professor, Voldemort likes the name Gretel.
Unlike all the other students in the school, Gretel never used the nasty word Quirrell when calling him.
It is even said that the title Grete gave him was very different from that given to other professors.
He is never called by any name. How unique. This is a student whose soul is in tune with his.
In Voldemort's eyes, Gretel was his only student, even if the student didn't know that he was borrowing the body of a servant to teach him.
Voldemort could tell that the title Gretel was given to him.
Every word "professor" has nothing to do with the body he is currently inhabiting. It belongs to him alone, the great Professor Voldemort, the great Professor Tom Riddle.
When he heard Gretel knocking on the door, he forcibly took Quirrell's body, ignoring the cry in the servant's soul.
My dear student comes to ask for advice again, and I want to show him my wonderful ideas.
"My health is fine. I've been suffering from this problem for a long time. You know, a mature wizard will inevitably encounter several dangers in his life."
Voldemort hesitated.
He immediately raised his chin and stared at his student, ready to help him solve the problems he had caused.
"Tell me, we encountered some unsolvable problem this time."
Gretel first looked up and down with concern to make sure Voldemort wouldn't fall asleep suddenly, and then took out his notebook.
This had happened twice before today.
Without the replenishment of unicorn blood, Voldemort's incomplete soul and Quirrell's riddled body were really not enough to support him in sharing his thoughts with Gretel for a long time.
Quirrell really has no acting skills. If Gretel hadn't cooperated, the story of one body and two souls would have spread throughout Hogwarts.
"Professor, as you mentioned last time, you can first study the transmission configuration of the Floo Network and the transmission configuration of the door key.
I've already researched it.
But it’s still an old problem. What I want to achieve is the transmission of information. These two configurations implement the transmission of physical objects. I can’t add a front-end information processing module.
But this deviates from my original research goal.
It’s even said that taking this extra step would seem cumbersome and unnecessary.”
Upon hearing the familiar title of professor, Voldemort's eyes narrowed again in comfort.
After hearing the following question, Voldemort took out his wand and hit Gretel on the head.
Gretel did not hide. He was already used to Professor Fu's punishment. Yes, this was Professor Fu's punishment for not realizing his own thinking.
The first time, he would freeze up and prepare to dodge, but now he is used to it, and there is no magic spell on the wand anyway.