What Could Quirrell Do? The Library Actually Refreshed Hagrid!

He sat upright in the Defense Against the Dark Magic classroom.

Lucien appeared to be listening attentively to Quirrell's lecture, but in his heart, he was already plotting how to kill his master.

The main issue was that when Harry was in his second or third year, Voldemort hadn't truly resurrected, and his ability to cause trouble hadn't returned to its peak; he was just causing trouble at Hogwarts each time.

But ever since the year of the Goblet of Fire, Voldemort has achieved his goal and resurrected himself, throwing the entire Daiying into chaos, making it difficult for Hogwarts to remain.

Lucien's primary goal was to learn, so naturally he didn't want to be disturbed.

Although in a few years, I estimate that my strength will have become very strong, enough to kill Voldemort's henchmen with a few spells, and then fight Voldemort one-on-one.

But why wait until the enemy is fully recovered?

The battle at the top of Hogwarts may sound cool, but I don't have the time or inclination for it. It's more important to protect the peaceful and beautiful campus environment and focus on my studies.

As for how to completely destroy Voldemort...

Horcrux.

The Horcrux issue must be resolved first.

The soul fragments are separated from the body and then sealed in a vessel; this is called Horcrux.

As long as the Horcrux isn't destroyed first, the creator of the Horcrux won't die no matter how severe the injury.

Because a portion of the soul remains undamaged, even if the physical body is destroyed, it will not become a so-called "dead soul" and will still have the opportunity to reshape its body.

In other words, unless you find the Horcrux first and destroy them all, it won't matter if you beat Voldemort to a pulp.

I recall Voldemort had seven Horcrux.

No, judging from the current point in time, there should only be six.

That giant serpent— the Maledictus Nagini —should not have been made into Horcrux yet.

To be on the safe side, let's try to find that snake first.

As for the other Horcrux...

Lucien searched his memories and quickly found his target: the six Horcrux were:

Tom Riddle's diary, the Gaunt Ring, the Ravenclaw's Diadem, the Hufflepuff's Cup, the Slytherin's Locket, and...

Lucien glanced at Harry, who was sitting diagonally in front of him.

The Horcrux that even Voldemort himself didn't know about— Harry Potter.

If possible, start collecting those Horcrux during summer vacation.

Let's try to destroy all these resurrection points before Voldemort resurrects, striking while the iron is hot.

There are only a few ways to destroy Horcrux: Basilisk venom, Fiendfyre, or Avada Kedavra.

Hmm, absorbing the Basilisk Venom to strengthen oneself with the Sword of Gryffindor would also work.

Fiendfyre and the Avada Kedavra likely require a certain level of skill from the caster, while Basilisk Venom is much easier to use; it destroys Horcrux as soon as it touches them.

Destroying the other Horcrux is relatively easy, but what about Harry?

How can I destroy the soul fragments within him without harming him?

Should we kill Harry first and then resurrect him?

But the matter of resurrection...

Time flies when you're thinking.

As soon as the bell rang, Quirrell dashed out of the classroom, faster than ever before.

It was just like students rushing to the Great Hall to grab food.

Back in his office, Quirrell slumped into his chair.

After a while, Quirrell slowly removed the glove from his left hand, a process that made him wince in pain.

The skin on his left hand had an eerie semi-transparent appearance, revealing the writhing muscles and blood vessels beneath.

This arm was recreated using Voldemort's Dark Magic; the process was indeed painful and evil, but Quirrell endured it.

"It's just a minor ailment. Once you recover your physical body, my immense power will allow me to heal you with ease."

"Quirinus, serve me well and find out what the obstacles to protecting the Sorcerer's Stone are."

"I know about things like Devil's Snare, Wizard's Chess, and Flying Key."

"Now that we know how to get around that stupid big dog, we're one step closer to our goal..."

Quirrell felt only irritation and annoyance listening to Voldemort's whispers in his mind.

But what could he do?

He had drunk the Unicorn Blood and become a cursed "sinner," clinging to life in a state of semi-death.

He could not defy Voldemort's orders; the latter could end his life with a single thought.

After a few seconds of silence, Quirrell replied weakly:

"Yes, Master."

Inside the library.

Hagrid rarely appears here; his tall, broad frame moves among the rows of bookshelves.

Hagrid could easily see what books were on the top shelf; the only problem was crouching down to look at the lower shelves.

Hagrid gently pinched out a copy of "From Fire Dragon Egg to Hell" with two fingers, smiled with delight, but held back from laughing out loud.

Not far away, Madam Pince was holding a feather duster, watching Hagrid intently, as if afraid that the Half-Giant would tear up a book or knock over the bookshelf beside him.

Hagrid carefully turned around, clutching a few books, and walked towards the lending desk.

Hagrid! What are you doing at the library?

Hearing that familiar voice, Hagrid quickly hid the book behind his mole-skin coat and nervously looked at Harry and the others:

"Just browsing."

What are you doing here?

Ron said smugly:

"We've figured out who Nicolas Flamel was, and we also know about the Sorcerer's Stone..."

"Shh!"

Hagrid quickly interrupted the boy, glanced around, and noticed that Madam Pince was closest to them, had already gone to sit down at the lending desk, and no one else had heard their conversation.

After giving some instructions, Hagrid registered with Madam Pince and then hurriedly left the library.

Hagrid didn't hear Harry and the others whispering:

What is Hagrid hiding behind his back?

"I didn't see it, but I can go look for it..."

Hagrid strode quickly out of the castle and into his hut.

Entering the warm, stuffy room, Hagrid saw the boy with dark blond hair poking at the fire.

"Oh, thank you, Lucien. Could you please keep an eye on it for me?"

"It's nothing, just a small favor."

Hagrid took off his coat, spread a few books on the small round table, and eagerly glanced at the dark, round egg in the fireplace fire.

"I wonder when the little guy will hatch. I can't wait!"

Hagrid rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on the dark, gooey Fire Dragon egg, oblivious to the wisp of crimson flame flickering in the orange-yellow firewood.