Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() "Did that person... return to England?"

Quirrell's face was hidden deep in his torn hood and asked Maca in a low voice.Fastest update

"Voldemort? Of course, I went back long ago..." Maca nodded, staring at the shadow in the hood, as if to see through the darkness.

"Really? Yeah...it's a matter of course..." Quirrell said softly, as if talking to Maca, but as if talking to himself, "...it seems to be It failed again, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn't appear here so calmly..."

As he said, he tilted his head again and looked behind Maca over his shoulder.

There, the leader of the monster nearly fourteen feet tall was being beaten fat by a giant made of rocks.Until now, there is almost no strength to fight back.

"McLean...well, it seems that I have missed an incredible student..." Quirrell sighed and continued, "Since you still want to call me'Professor', please trouble you Get out of here as soon as possible...Take Shanghai Ge and the female hybrid giant."

"Professor Quirrell, don't you want to say more?" Maca asked calmly. "For example, what did you and Voldemort experience together in front of the stone tablet?"

"Huh? You know?" Quirrell didn't seem to expect that someone else knew what happened to him.

"Yes, I know some... Of course, what I want to know most now is..." Maca looked at him, "Professor Quirrell, what kind of state are you in now?"

"Huh, what kind of state?" Quirrell shook his head slightly, "The waste that was abandoned after being used by'that person'...like the state? In short, it's just a waste product that has lost its value. All we have to do is wait to die..."

"Voldemort may think you are worthless, but I don't think so." Maca smiled lightly, "Or, because he already thinks you are worthless, you are more valuable to me! "

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Quirrell suddenly shook his whole body, as if suddenly excited.

"What about that?" He roared in a hoarse voice, his tone almost deformed, "Value, value, value! I have value to Voldemort, and now I have value to you, what antique collection am I? Can a person be measured by the word'value'?"

"...Maca, what's the matter? He..."

Maca turned his head, waved to Hagrid who had just run over, and then looked at Quirrell who was a little hysterical.

"Do you think that using the word'value' to evaluate you is demeaning you?" He spread his hands, "At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value, including myself."

"Everything we do with this voice is accumulating our own value. Think about it, why do you study, why do you work hard, and why did Dumbledore hire you as a teacher? It's for you Is Voldemort stuck on the back of his head?"

"I remember, you traveled around to accumulate practical experience? You want to make yourself more valuable, you want to get more precious experience beyond theory, and your hard work, those ideals, Is there anything wrong?"

"Do you think there is a problem with the word'value'?"

Having said that, Maca suddenly shook his head and said: "This word is okay. The problem lies in the perspective from which you look at it. Your experience, your experience, and your pain have changed your perspective on the world. That's it."

"Do you know why I still call you'Professor Quirrell'?" He paused, and the subject changed. "It's just because you have value in my heart."

"And...worth?" Quirrell seemed to lose his strength all over, he almost leaned against the giant monster's leg, muttering to himself.

"Don’t you feel that you are worthwhile? Otherwise, why did you come to this place? In my opinion, it’s not surprising that you died in that mountain in your physical condition. ."

Maca asked directly: "Why did you come here so hard?"

"...I don't want to die yet." After a long silence, Quirrell struggled to say, "I...I shouldn't just die like this...I can't die so... worthless!"

"So you escaped from that mountain forest, so you returned to England without impulse, so you hid here... Am I right?" Maca smiled.

"Yes, you're right..." Quirrell took a hard, deep breath, and the cold air suddenly poured into his lungs. "I woke up from that unknown ruin that day and found that I didn't He clearly said that he would use my death to achieve his power, but I didn't die!"

"Perhaps it is for this reason that the black magic he applied to me is gone, and I regained my mind. I tried my best to drag this already tattered body and escaped from that place..."

"It's not easy." Maca looked at him.

"Of course it's not easy, but this is not the point..." Quirrell smiled bitterly, "The point is, I am no longer a wizard...what am I now? Dumb gun? Muggle? Disabled? Myself? Do not know at all……"

"By the way, didn't you say that I was worthwhile?" He said, and suddenly opened his torn cloak, "But I can't even say when I will die... Maybe it's tomorrow, no, It may also be the next second!"

When Quirrell's cloak was lifted, Hagrid on the side couldn't help but let out a surprised "Oh".

No wonder he always sits on the ground in a weird posture, no wonder he has to hold the troll's legs all the time, it's all because if he doesn't do this, it will be difficult to maintain a sitting posture.

Quirrell also wore a wizard robe that was more tattered than the cloak, and almost barely "hanged" it on his body.And what was exposed in those huge holes was a withered and deformed body.

That body, as if all the flesh and blood had been drained, the skin was close to the bones, and the entire abdominal cavity had completely collapsed.

And his face, how it looked like a skeleton, looked unusually scary.

He said that he might die in the next second, but just looking at him would make people wonder why he was still alive.

Even though he had always been calm as Maca, he couldn't help frowning at this moment.

"Did it become like this just after waking up?" He suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Quirrell glanced at him, those eyes were unusually large on his skull-like face, "No, when I woke up, I was just completely weak. This is how it becomes like this every day... "

"It's hard for you to retain your sanity anymore..." Maca shook his head, "The average person just sees themselves becoming this ghost, and most of them collapsed long ago."

"Needless to say these are useless... McLean, do you still think I have'value' for you now?"

"Of course," Maca said without hesitation, "even if you are dead, you are still valuable. Of course, you are more valuable if you are still alive."

Before he finished his words, he turned around suddenly and waved the magic wand in his hand.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he used Transfiguration had already knocked the giant monster head unconscious.With a wave of his wand, the stone giant suddenly lost the strength to support his body and crashed to the ground.

"Let this group of monsters stay away from here, I want to check your status as soon as possible... As far as I can see, you may not die. If you really want to die, you will not wake up... According to my research , The Bewitching Monument will not make you so half-dead."

Hearing what Maca said, Quirrell snorted for a while, and the group of monsters looked reluctantly carrying the faint leader and walked into the distance.

Maca used a floating spell to move Quirrell into the cave at the back. Under Mrs. Maxim's astonished expression, he poked and touched Quirrell's corpse-like body for a while.

"As far as the situation is concerned, there is no other black magic," Maca said after a while with his wand against Quirrell's breastbone. "It's just that your vitality is obviously passing away... Well, I have to help you. Check the soul again..."

After a long time, Maca walked out of the cramped cave and greeted Hagrid and Madam Maxim who were waiting outside.

"How's that guy?" Hagrid asked curiously.

"I can't die for the time being, but I won't live long..." Maca said, extending an index finger and saying, "At most, there are more than one month left."

"No way?" Hagrid glanced into the cave subconsciously, but saw Quirrell still closed his eyes and lying on the ground in silence, "I still remember that when he was a student, he was actually pretty good. Little guy..."

"Is there any way...it's hard to say right now," Maca shrugged. "The situation here is complicated! There are some things that I haven't studied clearly... His and soul are constantly dissipating. specific reason."

It was dissipated, but the situation gave Maca the feeling that it was sucked away by something.Of course, this is only his speculation based on some signs.

"By the way, Hagrid... how did you get stuck here?" Maca asked, "Why don't you leave without magic? Like, Apparition or something?"

"He won't... As for my words, it's because they can't be used."

As Mrs. Maxim said, she drew her wand out, and raised her to Maca, only to see that the wand had been broken by external force, half of it was dangling in the air, and only a small part was still connected.

"Uh... well," Maca smiled, jokingly, "Oak? Looks tough..."