Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Enduring the nausea, the "special" potion was finally drunk, and there was not a single drop left.

"Did you find out who did it?" The sharp voice sounded again.

He was burned by a wizard, slapped on his face with his own clothes, and washed with cold water... The great Dark Lord has never suffered such humiliation.

Even if he was bounced back by his own Avadaso and turned into this look, he was not so humiliated!

"Master...no..." Quirrell trembled all over, crying: "Could it be Dumbledore who found you?"

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

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

"Of course, he must have noticed that you have a problem. I never underestimate Dumbledore." The face chuckled slightly.

"But he is confident, he and I are the same person, 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 are vicious when looking at me." Quirrell sobbed. "Isn't he your servant too? Why... not let him help."

"Snape..." The face squinted, and the red light shone coldly.

"Quiro, look at what I have left, only a weak lone soul... Snape?"

"Not only him, but also my'loyal' servants, maybe they are loyal to others now.

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

"I don't know who else can be trusted, otherwise why wouldn't they dare to look for me to help me regain my strength?"

"But master... my strength is too weak. After Gringotts, my body almost broke down." Qi Luo choked up.

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

"I think this job of serving me has bored you, doesn't it, Quirrell?" The cold breath wandered the office.

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

"Master! I haven't, I'm just... scared..."

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

"I know everything, Quirrell! You are regretting, regretting that you went to the forest in Albania."

Quilloth trembling, the voice of that face suddenly eased.

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

With me, nothing will happen!

As long as you get the magic stone, I can create a new body and resurrect it again.

The Dark Lord, never forget!

He will not forget the good servant who helped him in times of crisis.

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 very satisfied, manipulating people's hearts was so easy.

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

Quirrell smirked: "Yes, master, I have already figured out the position of the unicorn."

"Very well, how are the herbs I want?"

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

"I'm very good at this. I used to take herbs like this decades ago, Hagrid... I didn't expect that after so many years, you could still help me cover..."

When Hagrid mentioned Hagrid, Quirrell frightened again. He thought of the terrible three-headed dog.

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

"Hagrid's little pet is very easy to deal with. I didn't expect my junior brother to be so cute...very interested. We will learn from him and know how to deal with three-headed dogs.

Quirrell nodded.

"One last thing, get me something." Voldemort's voice was full of memories, as if he thought of something interesting.

"That was my back hand at Hogwarts many years ago, and it will increase our strength."

Quirrell showed a fanatical expression, and the master was as strong as ever.

But Voldemort smiled contemptuously. He had already planned to discard Quirrell. Once Quirrell failed, that thing... would be the next mover.

Sorcerer's Stone... he is determined to win it!

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In the morning, Quirrell put on new robes, new garlic, and new scarf, pretending to be seriously injured, and tremblingly came to the auditorium.

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

Quirrell couldn't figure it out. Could it be that his brand new three-piece luxury suit was so fashionable that it attracted everyone's attention?

Qi Luo closed the collar of his robe, with a look of kidney deficiency, and slowly sat down in his position.

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

"The principal...it doesn't hurt so much anymore!" Quirrell stammered.

"You should have visited Mrs. Pomfrey." Dumbledore said concerned. "I know you have traveled the world and are well informed, but she is professional."

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

"Professor Quirrell's heart." A smile flashed across Snape's sallow face.

"I also suffered burns last year. Your burns are more serious than mine, and it is even harder in winter.

Why not, I will boil some potions for you...External application and internal use, so that it will not delay the teaching progress and can also treat the injury."

Quirrell pondered for a moment, he was definitely not exposed, so the other party shouldn't be poisoned, as for the taste... can it be worse than the potion given by Madam Pomfrey?

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

"How is Sybil?" Dumbledore asked again.

"She just smashed a crystal ball, and the other things are fine." Professor McGonagall said unhappy: "But she asked for processing wages because of her work injury!"

"A reasonable request." Dumbledore smiled gently: "She has served this school for eleven years, and she still gets her original salary."

"This explains a lot of problems." Professor McGonagall said bitterly.

"Also, if Sybil is really capable, she will definitely figure out that she shouldn't have gone to see Quidditch."

Professor McGonagall didn't like Professor Trelawney very much, but she didn't have much opinion on the processing capital.

After all, besides Trelawney, who would rely on the dead salary of the professor?

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(The third is more recommended.

Well, I still owe one more.)