Increasingly crazy?

"Drink the Potion quickly!" Thinking of Quirrell's pathetic performance, Voldemort grew increasingly furious, and he missed his loyal followers all the more.

Professor Quirrell said nothing, quickly drinking the forbidden Potion that helped the soul but caused immense damage to the body.

Voldemort, of course, did not care whether these drugs were forbidden; after all, it was Quirrell's body being damaged, while it was Voldemort's fragmented soul that benefited.

However, Quirrell had no choice. Once he had chosen to walk this path, he never had the chance to turn back.

Just then, Professor Quirrell's body suddenly stiffened, and the face of Voldemort froze as well.

Accompanied by strange fluctuations invisible to ordinary people, a formless voice suddenly echoed in the ears of both man and soul:

"Cheek..." "Praise Cheek..." "Praise the Primordial..."

Although they could not understand the language, both man and soul instantly grasped the meaning expressed by it.

Voldemort's face suddenly let out a scream, then his eyes closed tightly, as if he had fainted.

Professor Quirrell also collapsed to his knees, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Gashes began to tear open across his body one after another, with blood seeping out from within.

Finally, the formless voice vanished, but Professor Quirrell had become a bloody mess. He looked as if he had rolled across a bed of blades, and his current appearance was terrifying.

Professor Quirrell struggled to crawl to his bed, barely managing to pull a small bottle of emerald-green Potion from a box under the bed.

He pulled the stopper out with trembling hands, nearly dropping the Potion to the floor several times.

After drinking the Potion, Professor Quirrell shook uncontrollably, his complexion turning even paler than Voldemort's face.

He gritted his teeth, preventing himself from screaming. Yet, Professor Quirrell's entire face remained twisted, his features seemingly crumpled together.

However, the wounds on Professor Quirrell's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin where the wounds had been was perfectly smooth, as if they had never existed at all.

After finishing all this, Professor Quirrell could not afford to rest; he struggled to climb up and called out respectfully, "Master? Master?"

Seeing that there was no answer for a long time, Professor Quirrell finally confirmed that his master, Voldemort, had fallen unconscious due to the previous trauma.

Professor Quirrell sighed silently.

When he first encountered Voldemort, he had thought he had met a powerful Dark Lord. And the demands the Dark Lord made were merely small tests.

Therefore, Professor Quirrell had willingly offered his body for the Dark Lord to parasitize, hoping to exchange his service for eternal life and greater power after passing the tests.

Who knew that the Dark Lord had become so weak, so incredibly fragile, that he could only survive by parasitizing other living beings.

Moreover, after parasitizing Professor Quirrell, the Dark Lord had been constantly draining his life force, making Professor Quirrell's body increasingly frail.

Unfortunately, Professor Quirrell had already been parasitized; even if Dumbledore had the ability to strip the Dark Lord from him now, Professor Quirrell would undoubtedly die.

Thus, Professor Quirrell had no choice but to walk this path to the end and pray for the Dark Lord's integrity.

A long time later, Voldemort finally woke from his coma. He did not curse as he usually did, but instead said in a cold, chilling voice:

"Quirinus, the Dark Lord is merciful. I will give you one more chance."

"Go and drink the blood of a Unicorn to gain more life force and allow me to recover my strength."

"As long as you can complete this task, I will let bygones be bygones. Do not disappoint me again!"

Professor Quirrell hurriedly agreed respectfully, but he received no reply from Voldemort.

He assumed it was because Voldemort was too weak and had fallen into a deep sleep, so he did not pay much attention to it.

However, Voldemort was not actually sleeping; he was deep in thought.

In the previous babbling, perhaps because both sides were sufficiently insane, Voldemort had actually managed to glean quite a bit of information.

But what these corrupted pieces of knowledge would bring to Voldemort, no one knew.

This attack did not bring any changes to Harley's life.

Professor McGonagall soon returned Harley's broom to her and praised her for her outstanding performance in the Quidditch match.

Professor McGonagall also told Harley not to worry about another attack.

Professor Snape had already applied to be the referee for the next match, ensuring that Harley would no longer be in danger.

Harley expressed her gratitude to the professors on the surface, but she was muttering to herself in her heart.

There is no such thing as love without a reason in this world, nor is there hate without a reason.

If Professor Snape simply valued her Potion-making skills and admired her talent for Potions, he wouldn't be stepping in to handle something like this!

This was clearly within the scope of what a Head of House should manage!

Could it be that Professor Snape is a pervert? Does he have some special agenda regarding her?

Thinking of this, Harley felt a chill run down her spine and decided that when she was alone with Professor Snape, she had to be careful and make sure to carry her wand and Magic Mirror.

Time flew by until the middle of December.

The area around Hogwarts castle was already covered in thick snow, which made the students look forward to the holidays, eager to have a good snowball fight and then return to their warm homes, which they had been away from for half a year.

The Weasley twins could not wait for the holidays and were already eager to play in the snow.

They cast spells on several snowballs, making them chase after Professor Quirrell's head.

For some reason, Harley felt, through her own spiritual intuition, that this was the most glorious moment in the lives of the Weasley twins.

Although the Weasley twins were given detention for this, they didn't feel bored. After all, they had entertainment during their detention because Draco Malfoy would be keeping them company.

Dear Mr. Malfoy had been given detention by Professor Snape for cursing during Potion class.

Regarding this, Malfoy claimed he was completely innocent, as he had merely stated a fact: Harley had no mother.

But Professor Snape didn't give him a chance to explain and sent him straight to Filch.

Christmas had finally arrived.

Harley woke up early to find the dormitory already empty. She then remembered that she had seen her roommates off yesterday.

Lavender and Hermione had both returned to their homes in the Muggle world, and Parvati and her sister were even going back to India with their parents.

Hermione had actually wanted to stay and keep Harley company, but she hadn't been home in a long time, and the Grangers missed her very much.

However, Harley was quite happy to be able to spend a quiet Christmas.

Usually, considering there was a very sensitive Miss Granger in the dormitory who often clung to her, Harley didn't dare to go out for night prowls at all, fearing that something might go wrong.

Now that she was the only one in the dormitory, the invisibility spell that a Witch was best at was finally going to come in handy.

Harley had been coveting the books in the Restricted Section for a long time, but unfortunately, she couldn't get her hands on them.

Madam Pince always blocked her from the Restricted Section, and the professors wouldn't just hand Harley a permission slip whenever she asked.

Even Professor Snape, who took the best care of Harley, would never allow her to borrow a book about Dark Magic.

So, Harley had no choice but to rely on herself. Hmm, this was very reasonable. Although it wasn't written by 0-08, it was very reasonable.