Set Up

"It seems you're not doing well, Tom!" Dumbledore murmured softly, staring at the silverware on the table.

"Since you know that Professor Quirrell is problematic, why don't you get rid of him?" The portrait of the Red-Nosed Fat Wizard on the wall of the Headmaster's Office spoke up. "I think he's gone mad, actually planning to prolong his life by using the blood of unicorns."

"I don't understand what you're trying to do at all," the Goatee Old Wizard continued. "That so-called savior, in my opinion, is just an eleven-year-old wizard. Too young. Don't you think you're taking a risk?"

"There are some things Harry has to face alone. All he needs now is the courage to stand up like a real man and confront Voldemort face to face, and that's enough," Dumbledore said calmly. "I'm very lucky; Voldemort is still weak and has met Harry under my control."

"Albus, I must remind you that the more meticulous a plan is, the easier it is to create flaws, and just one mistake could lead to the failure of the entire plan," Dippet looked very weak, also spoke up to warn you.

"Thank you for reminding Armando," Dumbledore nodded. "I know very well where the flaws in this plan lie, and I understand even more the importance of its success. I will never let this flaw ruin the entire plan."

"What's the flaw?" Phineas with the goatee asked curiously.

"Don't ask, if you ask, you'll create another flaw!" The red-nosed old wizard ran into Phineas's portrait and tried to silence him with his cane.

"Fine, I won't ask then, but don't hit me!" Phineas dodged the swinging cane and continued, "Are you sure Potter can be your so-called savior?"

"He will."

"You actually doubt Dumbledore's judgment?"

"While I don't doubt his judgment, I do doubt Harry Potter's abilities. We all know how he got his so-called savior title. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to stop Voldemort yourself."

"I am not suitable," Dumbledore said. "Harry is the most suitable candidate."

"I don't see any way he's more suitable than you."

"I didn't expect you to understand, Phineas."

Voldemort was completely unaware that he had already been set up by someone.

At this moment, Voldemort is forcing Quirrell to submit.

Last time, he forced Quirrell to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, hoping to use their blood to restore his strength. Quirrell's incompetence had become unbearable for Voldemort, who was eager to get rid of his weakened body.

But... what did this guy do? Although there was no concrete evidence, Voldemort suspected that Quirrell deliberately lost track of the unicorn at the end. He did not intend to use the unicorn's blood to prolong his life, or rather, Quirrell was afraid and was delaying the arrival of this moment.

However, this was something Voldemort could not tolerate; he would not allow anyone to disobey his orders!

Quirrell's will was as fragile as a cookie; Voldemort only punished him slightly before Quirrell succumbed. This spell also squeezed out what little life Quirrell had left.

He had no choice but to succeed, or he would face death.

On Friday night, Quirrell sneaked into the Forbidden Forest.

After spending a great deal of time, they finally found another unicorn.

Quirrell used the spell taught to him by Voldemort to ambush his prey, but the unicorn escaped. It took Quirrell a long time to finally manage to wound the unicorn, but he did not expect to be able to kill a unicorn in a short time.

Unfortunately, unicorns are incredibly fast runners, making it extremely difficult to kill them head-on.

Perhaps the Dark Lord could kill them in one go with the Avada Kedavra Curse, but with Quirrell's Magical Power, it would be difficult for him to do so directly.

He was getting weaker and weaker.

Therefore, Quirrell had no choice but to resort to the same old trick, letting the unicorn run around and draining its last bit of energy before making his move.

This is also the most effective method at present.

To prevent himself from being exposed, Quirrell wrapped himself up completely in a cloak.

He spent an entire day searching for the injured unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, using a method of relentless pursuit to corner his prey.

During this time, Quirrell encountered Centaurs and was driven around by those beasts with arrows. He also encountered Hagrid, who had noticed something amiss and was tracking the injured Hagrid.

Quirrell was exhausted, hadn't eaten for a long time, and was even struggling to stand up.

But he didn't want to die, and with the help of magic, he persevered.

Finally, shortly after the unicorn fell, Quirrell knew he had won.

As night deepened, an exhausted Quirrell, aided by the magic Voldemort had taught him, wandered through the Forbidden Forest like a wild beast. He slowly approached the unicorn and bent down to suck the silvery-white blood from its wound.

The moment his lips touched the unicorn's blood, Quirrell felt his soul tremble. His body didn't change, but he could feel that he was different from before.

Is this what a cursed life is like?

Suddenly, he heard screams and heard someone running away in terror.

Quirrell looked up, letting the silvery blood drip from his lips onto his cloak. He gave Harry a deep look, clearly surprised.

Quirrell never imagined he would meet the famous Harry Potter here.

This savior is a problem; perhaps I should take care of him now.

Yes, now is a good opportunity.

There's nowhere more suitable than here.

Quirrell struggled to his feet and slowly walked toward Harry. Looking at the savior who was trembling with fear, Quirrell felt a sense of pleasure.

The famous Harry Potter was about to die at his hands, something even the Dark Lord hadn't been able to do. How would he reward him for eliminating this thorn in his side? As Quirrell raised his wand, the sound of hooves rang out from not far away. A Centaurs stood between him and Potter, raising its front leg high, ready to crush him into a pulp.

Quirrell narrowly escaped from the Centaurs ' hooves. He had dealt with these beasts more than once and knew that more Centaurs would soon arrive.

Although Quirrell desperately wanted to kill the Centaurs and Harry Potter immediately, he was too weak to fight, especially against more than one Centaurs, as he might get injured, which would be a huge loss.

Quirrell retreated under the cover of darkness, having already achieved his objective.

Let's spare Harry Potter's life for now, and find another opportunity to take it away later!

This was yesterday; there was a thunderstorm and a power outage. Guess what "flaw" Dumbledore mentioned.