Quirrell Could No Longer Hold Back
It was 3 a. m., in the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office on the fourth floor.
"Master, shall we go to the Forbidden Forest to gather some Potions? Your humble servant's magical abilities are too weak to bear your presence any longer," Quirrell pleaded. Even though he was on the verge of death, Quirrell still dared not make any unilateral decisions, even if it was for his own life.
"Potions? Do you think you're Severus?"
"Quirrell, why not consider the blood of the Unicorn?" The mysterious voice echoed again from Quirrell's body.
"Unicorn! — Blood? But — But, this is — cursed —" Quirrell really started to stutter.
"What? With the Philosopher's Stone, what curse are you afraid of after your master is resurrected?"
"Quirinus Quirrell! Were your vows to help your master get the Philosopher's Stone a lie? Or do you think I'll fail again, just like I was when that Mudblood witch ambushed me 10 years ago? You don't actually believe it's Harry Potter, do you, a mere brat!" The voice grew angry.
Quirrell seemed to be punished, his face contorted in pain, yet he couldn't utter a sound, and a trickle of yellow liquid seeped from beneath his wizard's robes.
"Quirrell, you'd better find a chance to give the dragon egg to Rubeus Hagrid as soon as possible. His schedule couldn't be simpler. Whenever he has free time, he goes to the Hog's Head Pub for a drink."
"If you fail, you know what will happen to you," the cold voice said cruelly, followed by a sneer.
Quirrell was finally able to speak. The first sound in the office was heavy breathing, "I understand, Master. I will not fail."
Then Quirrell drew his wand and cleaned the liquid that had been expelled from his body with practiced ease, as if it happened often.
The next day, Ryan, who was reviewing the surveillance footage, exclaimed, "Wow!"
Ryan left a magical surveillance device on Quirrell, and he reviews everything Ryan does whenever he has time.
Dumbledore, however, was not as weak as Voldemort, so Ryan could only observe him in real time and could not leave any surveillance that would go unnoticed by Dumbledore.
However, unlike Voldemort, Ryan finally understood why his family's Potions had been shut down.
It turns out that this was all Dumbledore's doing. He probably just wanted Harry and Voldemort to meet and confirm whether Voldemort knew that Harry was his Horcrux.
It's estimated that Dumbledore will deliberately appear to leave the school that day, giving Voldemort time to commit his crime.
Ryan couldn't help but feel sorry for Snape; in that case, Snape was probably accidentally hurt by him.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was amazed by his own actions, wondering how his mind could be so clever.
He already suspected that there were so many cheap and high-quality Potions on the market, which could mean that there were many unknown wizards who could brew Potions.
This operation can be described as killing two birds with one stone, or even more.
Not only did it save them a large sum of Galleons, but after Quirrell was brought to justice, considering the back pay they didn't have to pay, they actually made a profit.
Judging from Fudge's fate and Snape's reaction, that unknown force wields considerable power within both the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.
However, it seems that their goal is only to make money for now, and my intuition doesn't have any overly negative reaction to them.
Moreover, this also served as a warning to Fudge. He had only asked Fudge to investigate, but Fudge, driven by his own selfish motives, directly seized the property in an attempt to make a profit.
Fudge was naive. If it were really that easy to take advantage of, how could that unknown force have so easily taken over the low-end market for Potions?
Or perhaps, having Minister for Magic for so long, he is no longer the same as he once was.
In the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore, reviewing the relevant letters, sighed deeply.
Time flies, and it's the second Saturday after Christmas.
The Quidditch Match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was finally about to begin, and everyone who had watched Slytherin's match against Gryffindor had grim expressions.
In previous matches, Gryffindor Quidditch Team's goaltender Wood and Beater the Weasley Twins performed admirably.
However, Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, was too good. He was a seventh-year student, experienced, and seemed to be a relatively polite Slytherin player because he followed the rules in the game and did not seek to cheat.
But according to Jonny, he just hasn't met anyone who would make him cheat, or perhaps there's simply no other place in the Seeker's position where he could cheat.
Moreover, their Chaser Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, and Montague are all tall and big, like Troll, and with their rough playing style, other teams' players simply can't withstand their collisions.
Even goalkeeper Miles Bletchley would sneakily bump into people whenever he had the chance.
Needless to say, Beater Derrick and Bole practically used their bats as weapons. They inherited the tradition of previous Slytherin, preferring to hit people without committing a foul rather than actually hitting the ball.
Like Professor McGonagall, she was also a member of the Quidditch team, but her specific position is unknown. In the 1953-1954 school year, when she was in her 7th year, Gryffindor played against Slytherin. The result of the match would determine who would win the Quidditch Cup, but due to a foul by the opposing team, she was thrown and suffered a concussion and several broken ribs.
From then on, seeing the Slytherin Team suffer a crushing defeat in Quidditch became her lifelong wish.
Over the years, Professor McGonagall has not watched every Quidditch Match, but she always makes time to watch any Slytherin Team match, rain or shine.
This time, with Roger's brief departure from the Ravenclaw Team, Jonny began to consider new candidates, after all, he still had two Beater and the goalie was already in his seventh year.
Among the new candidates, Cho Chang, a second-year student, is suitable, but her performance is more suited to the Seeker, while Harry is far superior to her.
As Chaser, she has the technique, but her physique is too slender.
Jonny has not yet found suitable candidates for the other positions.
In the time between Christmas and now, Jonny and his team have compiled a list of the names, habits, and playing styles of every player in Slytherin, and solemnly handed it over to Harry.
In addition, every Slytherin player is a weapon, so for the physically weak Harry might really have to resort to zigzagging and Sloth Hug Tree Roll this time.
At the start of the match, Harry had to fly high into the sky to hide until he found the Golden Snitch before entering the arena.
In the locker room, Jonny finished his summary, and Harry, though seemingly calm, felt his stomach churning inside.
Harry understood that he had no confidence at all.
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