Quirinus Quirrell's Story (III)

In the morning, Quirrell was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. He suddenly sat up in bed, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body, making him grit his teeth.

Last night, Quirrell's master, the infamous Dark Lord, punished him with Dark Magic because he was dissatisfied with his efficiency.

Voldemort was not a merciful master, and the negative effects of the Cruciatus Curse still left Quirrell aching all over.

He covered his cheek with his hand to hide the pain on his face. It wasn't that he was inefficient, but that this kind of thing simply couldn't be done quickly.

The professors invited by Dumbledore to set up the barriers to the Philosopher's Stone all have their own abilities. Even if he can subdue one or two of them and extract information about the mechanisms Protect the Philosopher's Stone, he will inevitably expose himself. At that point, forget about stealing the Philosopher's Stone; even escaping the school will be a problem.

Moreover, the professors had all been instructed by Dumbledore not to reveal the mechanism Protect the Philosopher's Stone to anyone; none of them knew what the other professors' mechanisms were, except for their own.

Quirrell was no exception, and dared not openly ask the other professors. He could only subtly steer the conversation in that direction through daily conversations, such as, "Today I saw so-and-so sneaking off to the Fourth Floor Forbidden Area Corridor and almost getting bitten by that Three-Headed Dog."

However, more than a month has passed and Quirrell still has nothing to show for it. His master is losing patience. Last night was a warning: if Quirrell cannot complete the task, Voldemort will take matters into his own hands once he has gathered enough strength, and at that time his life will burn out as quickly as a bursting firework.

Quirrell struggled to get out of bed and poured himself a cup of pain-relieving Potions. He went to the mirror and looked at the pale-faced young man reflected in it.

Quirrell turned to the side, and in the mirror, on the back of Quirrell's head, was a terrifying face— Voldemort's. His eyes were closed, and below them were two thin nostrils. If you didn't look closely, you might think that the face had no nose.

This was the terrible punishment Voldemort inflicted on Quirrell after his previous failure. He possessed Quirrell's body, using his life force to slowly regain his strength.

However, considering the difficulty of Quirrell's mission, Voldemort remained in a semi-dormant state, slowly accumulating stamina and avoiding excessive consumption of Quirrell's life force.

However, the moment Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, his life began its countdown. If he failed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, he would die soon. Therefore, Voldemort was not worried that Quirrell would not do his best to steal the Philosopher's Stone for him. It was just that Quirrell's slow progress made the Dark Lord very dissatisfied.

"I will succeed, I will definitely get the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured to himself in the mirror. He took Large Scarf from the shelf next to him and used it to hide his face behind his head. He also made sure to cast a spell on the Large Scarf to prevent anyone from pulling it off when he wasn't looking.

Quirrell hadn't forgotten that not long ago, Mischief, the notorious Peeves at school, had his eye on the Large Scarf Large Scarf his head and even tried to pull it off to see if there was garlic inside. Luckily, he reacted quickly enough; otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

Since that incident, Quirrell has been very careful and even puts a spell on his Large Scarf Large Scarf to prevent Peeves or other students from forcibly pulling it off his head.

After getting everything in order and picking himself up, Quirrell went to the Great Hall for lunch as usual. As he passed the fourth floor, Quirrell vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards him. He quickened his pace and turned a few corners to shake the person off.

Albert Anderson.

A brilliant and Genius Wizard from Hogwarts.

However, this student, whom most of the professors liked, was one of the people Quirrell least wanted to see at Hogwarts.

He simply couldn't understand why the other person had so many tricky questions. All the students at Hogwarts combined probably didn't have as many questions as Albert.

Every time he had a third-year Gryffindor class, this Hogwarts genius would ask him questions. It was one thing in class, but if they met on the way home after class, he would be asked questions again. Those tricky questions were not easy to answer, and Quirrell felt that he might be driven crazy by the other person at any time.

Therefore, Quirrell now chooses to avoid Albert to avoid running into him again. However, despite doing so, Quirrell finds himself still frequently encountering Albert, as if Albert knows his exact location.

Quirrell had consulted other professors at Hogwarts about this, and they all said that Albert had a good relationship with the previous two Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

It's quite common to ask the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor for advice.

In particular, when Quirrell learned that his predecessor and the one before that often invited Albert over for afternoon tea, his expression froze completely, and he barely managed to hold back from cursing.

Damn genius, damn Albert.

Did you invite them for tea this afternoon?

Hmph! If he could, he certainly wouldn't mind letting the other person taste the Cruciatus Curse as well.

Quirrell thought maliciously.

While dining in the restaurant, I casually chatted with Professor Flitwick next to me for a few minutes, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter was having his meal.

The famous Harry Potter.

Perhaps, if I could find an opportunity to kill him, I'd definitely earn the Dark Lord's reward! Quirrell knows Harry Potter is interested in the Fourth Floor Forbidden Area Corridor; maybe I should let him get bitten to death by that dog. Hmm, that's a good idea.

Or, let him fall to his death from a great height while he's playing Quidditch Match.

As Quirrell pondered how to kill Potter, a large number of owls poured into the hall with letters and packages. Among them, a white owl Accio toward the High Table and dropped a small package in front of Quirrell.

Quirrell had no idea he would receive an owl email.

After all, he hasn't ordered anything by mail recently.

Who sent it? Quirrell's gaze fell on the sender: Harry Potter?

At that moment, his mind was a little confused, and he instinctively looked towards where Harry Potter was.

Quirrell couldn't understand why the famous Savior would send him something.

However, Quirrell did not open the package immediately. Instead, he put it away and waited until after his morning classes and when he returned to his office before opening it.

The package also contained a letter and a strange bottle.

Quirrell opened the letter first, which explained what was in the bottle.

Quirrell couldn't understand what this thing had to do with the treasure on the Treasure Map. And what was this "Vampire Repellent Amulet"? The moment Quirrell opened the bottle, he regretted it. The terrible smell filled the entire room, making him want to Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

Instinct made him reseal the bottle immediately.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Quirrell's mind: Had he been tricked by the Savior Potter?

No, it shouldn't be that bad.

Could it be that the sender wasn't Harry Potter at all, but was simply sending the letter to himself in Harry Potter's name? Quirrell suddenly remembered something.

Not long ago, a pair of red-haired Twins tried to recommend a vampire amulet that smelled of garlic to him?

Could it be... they?

Did they send him this thing in Harry Potter's name just to make fun of him? Quirrell's face contorted at the thought.

However, he quickly calmed down because the possibility of that was not high.

Unless, the red-haired Twins are trying to frame Harry Potter?

But why would they do that? No, it shouldn't be like this.

After all, one of the Weasley family boys was Harry Potter's friend, so they shouldn't have done that at all.

There is only one possibility now.

Is this really a gift that Harry Potter sent to him?

But why would Harry Potter do that?

Quirrell Harry Potter's motives carefully, then looked at the contents of the parchment and suddenly understood.

It turns out that this amulet was for him to ward off vampires.

Last time, Quirrell mentioned in front of the whole class that he was afraid of being bothered by vampires.

Even though he understood the reason, he didn't know why he felt no gratitude whatsoever for the savior who sent him the amulet, and even wanted to kill Harry Potter more.

Oops, it should be "Quirinus Quirrell's Story (Part 4)". The title can't be changed.