Voldemort's Descent

"You're seeking death! How dare you call Master by his name, Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell, no longer showing the timidity of his former professorial days, had a terrifyingly ferocious expression. After a scolding, he raised his hand and shot a Killing Curse at Harry.

Harry, seeing that his former professor was willing to kill at the drop of a hat, was momentarily stunned in place, terrified.

It was Snape who intervened at the crucial moment. As the Killing Curse hurtled towards him, he raised his hand and flicked his wand, lifting a large rock from the ground to steadily block the spell. Afterwards, he instinctively shielded Harry behind him.

"Quirrell, do you know what you're doing?" Snape glared fiercely at the other man. "I advise you to think clearly about your position, who you should be loyal to. It's not too late to turn back now, especially in this situation!"

After speaking, Snape cast a subtle glance towards Voldemort in the distance, as if hinting at something to Quirrell. In the current circumstances, he really didn't want to fight on two fronts, so he offered his well-intentioned advice with hidden meaning.

Moreover, in his memory, Quirrell's personality was vastly different from his current self. Snape preferred to believe that the other man's actions were coerced, but now everyone was trapped in this bizarre town.

Even if they were enemies, they were at least still human. The priority should be to find a way to escape the current predicament, not to continue fighting.

However, Quirrell seemed to completely ignore Snape's implied meaning, or perhaps he was indifferent to the suggestion. He merely grinned coldly.

"Snape, oh Snape, why must you interfere with my business? Logically, you're the one who can't figure out your position. You were clearly once a member of the