Not long after Dumbledore and Snape left, Quirrell collapsed to the floor in his office as if he had lost all his strength.
"Get up! You fool—"
He turned over weakly, and three gunshot wounds were faintly visible on his back.
"Hiss—Master, please slow down."
The wound, which wasn't bleeding, was very pale, like a lump of dead flesh being peeled off.
This is a very advanced Human Transfiguration that can completely conceal wounds.
Quirrell, wincing in pain, finally understood why his owner's nose looked so much like a Muggle electrical outlet.
He felt the pain from the Transfiguration, which could permanently alter his body, was comparable to what he experienced back in Albania.
Once the flesh on his back was completely peeled off, his rather large buttocks began to wriggle upwards little by little.
A hideous lump of flesh returned to the back of his head, gradually forming half of a horribly disfigured face.
Voldemort opened his mouth slightly, and an extremely dense aura of Dark Magic enveloped Quirrell.
His pale, smooth skin quickly became covered with wrinkles, and even the side of his face looked much older.
"Master, my body..."
"Seven days, you only have seven days left."
Quirrell braced himself against the ground, trying to stand up. "I—I can't muster the strength."
"Now even the blood of Unicorn can't save you, Quirinus."
"Master, where are the Phoenix Tears?"
"Your body has been damaged by dark Magic Institute, and there is only one way for you to survive."
Quirrell trembled all over, cold sweat streaming down his bald head.
Transforming the body into an existence between life and death can indeed counteract the rejection reaction of possession and the side effects of Magic Institute.
But this is evil, and it cannot be undone.
"Dumbledore's magic is indeed very powerful, but I have gone further than anyone else on the road to immortality."
Voldemort's voice was seductive, "Quirinus, I can give you an even better body."
"Master, what price should I pay?"
"Your loyalty, your soul, everything you have."
Quirrell pressed his forehead against the ground, panting heavily.
"My esteemed master, I am willing to offer you everything I have."
"Very good." Voldemort grinned.
"Grasp my wand, Quirinus."
"Yes, my master."
Gryffindor Tower.
"Um—why does Professor Dumbledore always seem to be going in circles?"
"It must be a flare-up of old arthritis."
"But you don't have to do this as soon as you get back to the Headmaster's Office."
Vincent was taken aback when he heard this.
Prongs, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot —it doesn't sound like a respectable person.
Having been the headmaster for so many years, Dumbledore probably already knew about the existence of this map.
"Really?" The twins were stunned.
It turns out that the location they chose wasn't bad; rather, it was because their location had been traced back to them.
George quickly threw the map onto the table.
It's so terrifying, so horrifying.
Your principal is indeed your principal; nothing can be hidden from him.
"Don't worry, he didn't say anything tonight." Vincent had just touched the map when he realized something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Hermione gently nudged his shoulder.
"Quirrell — Quirrell has disappeared."
"He was just here a moment ago!"
She looked down at the third floor, and sure enough, Quirrell's name had disappeared.
"He's probably gone out." Fred flipped the map over to his side.
Quirrell's name is not displayed anywhere that is visible.
"Did he find out? And hide the name?" George glanced at Vincent.
"Impossible."
If Voldemort were a born master of Legilimency, he wouldn't have failed to discover that Voldemort was a born master of Occlumency.
Dumbledore had thwarted this man many times, so how could he possibly reveal his thoughts?
Snape?
When Vincent watched "The Sorcerer's Stone" in his previous life, almost all the characters in the story were spoiled by the comments section.
Who would wander around with a dragon egg? Newt Scamander.
What kind of bottle does Hagrid guard? A wide-mouthed bottle.
Why is there a ghost sitting in front of McGonagall? Even if you're dead, you still have to retake the exam.
Also, welcome to watch "Hermione and Her Useless Men"
Harry's house was turned into a cat cafe.
Voldemort's nose is still there, and so on.
The key point is a tongue twister that floated over when Snape was taking the blame:
Voldemort always believed Snape was his spy, but in reality, Snape was Dumbledore's spy. This shows how clever Snape was! The information he provided to Voldemort had to be valuable enough to gain Voldemort's trust, yet it couldn't provide truly crucial intelligence that would endanger Harry Potter ...
Anyway, it's such a long string of text, he has no intention of reading it all.
Therefore, Snape, this double agent, is almost certainly a master of Occlumency.
If the Marauder's Map had already been exposed last time, there would be no need to wait until now to hide its name.
Vincent stared at the map and suddenly remembered that Voldemort's name had never appeared on it.
"If Dumbledore was deliberately playing games with us, what was Quirrell's purpose?"
Fred chuckled and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he's just teasing us."
"Is it possible that it's undetectable?" Hermione scanned the entire map.
Even the Gu Gu in the Owlery outside the castle can display their names, which shows how powerful the magic cast by the Marauder's Map is.
Fred and George exchanged a glance and recounted how they had studied the password.
The thoughts of the four creators— Prongs, Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot— are actually preserved in the map, much like the Sorting Hat.
The twins didn't figure out the password on their own; they deduced it from the clues provided by the twins.
"I see..." Vincent gripped the SAS Commando Dagger. "Your name is Lucy."
There's an extra name on the map, and it overlaps with his name.
"!!!" The three of them stared at him in disbelief.
"Wait for me."
As if he understood something, Vincent quickly took the map and returned to his dormitory.
He opened the large box under the bed and named each of the items inside.
However, their names were not shown on the map.
"What did you say?" George stood up, somewhat agitated.
Back in the common room, Vincent waved the Marauder's Map in his hand. "It can't show things that the creator didn't know, or things that were never meant to be plotted."
Hermione's lips twitched. "What exactly did you have your parents send over?"
"Ahem—" Vincent feigned ignorance, "But we can trace Quirrell's scarf."
"What if he's not wearing it?"
"Then let's pick something he always carries with him."
"Ugh, how disgusting~" The twins both tightened their clothes.
One reason is that Quirrell has become some kind of unknown entity, and the other is that he can track people using certain personal items.
"Professor Dumbledore already knows he has a serious problem, so I think we don't need to worry about it anymore."
Although the twins and Hermione were somewhat unwilling, Quirrell was a dark wizard that even Snape couldn't handle, so their persistence would only make things worse.
The real Gryffindor are brave, not reckless.