Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"You're finally here, Professor Quirrell!"

Quirrell subconsciously stopped at the door of the auditorium. He looked at Toby who was approaching enthusiastically, and he immediately felt the urge to turn around and run away.

It's a pity that he can't do this. The terrible master is still waiting for him to steal the magic stone, otherwise he will definitely be punished extremely severely.

"Hi......"

Quirrell stammered, and he stepped forward bravely: "Toby Highmore, I didn't expect you to be here too -"

But Toby suddenly stopped three meters away from him.

Toby frowned and stared at the turban on Quirrell's head. He fanned back and forth under his nose, and Al also blocked his nostrils.

"Such a strong smell of garlic." Toby said with disdain: "Your taste is really unique. There must be no girls who like you, right?"

Quirrell was about to explode with rage.

Fortunately, Snape arrived in time. He naturally ignored Toby and said to Quirrell in a gloomy tone: "Follow me. I will take you to your new office, which will also be your future dormitory."

Quirrell followed Snape fearfully. He felt that something was wrong with the way Snape looked at him.

Quirrell suddenly remembered that the way Toby looked at him was the same - looking at a person who only had one year left to live.

He was so immortal that Toby just shouted: "Hang on, Quirrell, try to break the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I don't want to work with a vampire in the future!"

Snape's steps paused slightly, and then he walked faster.

Toby stared at Snape's back. He shook his head and said, "You guys are really a good combination - girls also don't like boys who don't like to wash their hair."

Snape turned around angrily, but Toby was no longer in the hall.

Quirrell watched this scene silently. He suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity. Toby and Snape were obviously not dealing with it, so he could take advantage of it.

So he thought he was cleverly provoking: "Professor Heimer's hair style is not that good either. It's not as good-looking as yours. He is definitely not popular with girls..."

Snape suddenly stared at Quirrell with a subtle look. Quirrell felt inexplicably that he couldn't wait another year and wished he could die now.

Quirrell was stunned for a while, not knowing what he said wrong.

After finally sending Snape away, Quirrell stayed in his office uneasily.

He didn't suddenly decide to return to Hogwarts.

Since being hit by Toby's spell at Gringotts, although the wound has healed, the scar on the back of his head still remains.

This is not the worst thing. The key is that Voldemort was also injured. He was already very weak and needed to rest for a long time before he could wake up for a short period of time, but this time he never woke up.

This made Quirrell feel a great crisis. Without the help of the Dark Lord, he had no idea how to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

And if Voldemort really can't wake up, what's the use of stealing the Sorcerer's Stone?

Now, there is only one way left.

Through the window, Quirrell looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Only the blood of unicorns can make Voldemort recover as soon as possible.

At night, Quirrell left the castle quietly.

This was a perfect opportunity to get off the hook. There were almost no people in the school during the holidays, which greatly reduced the possibility of him being discovered.

It was pitch dark on the playground, and the moon was bright, but it seemed that even God was helping Quirrell, as clouds kept coming over to cover the moon, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Quirrell was very fast. He quietly passed by Hagrid's hut and heard Fang's cry.

Good, Hagrid is not in the Forbidden Forest, which increases the chance of successfully capturing the unicorn.

Quirrell suppressed the madness in his heart. He walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, took a look at the narrow path hidden deep in the black forest, and sneaked in against the breeze.

There was silence in the forest. Quirrell walked to the fork in the road. Without thinking for a long time, he chose a direction and continued moving forward.

It went so smoothly!

Quirrell said happily in his heart.

As long as tonight passes, the master will be able to fully recover, and Quirrell's own physical losses will also be compensated - Voldemort's possession is not without cost. Quirrell feels that his life force is constantly passing away, and he needs a full meal.

During a meal.

He had already vaguely seen a luminous figure, that was the unicorn, the most beautiful creature in the world. It was exuding silver light and was so beautiful that it was overwhelming.

A feeling of jealousy arose in Quirrell's heart for no reason.

He graduated from Ravenclaw School and was obviously a genius student, but there were always people who made fun of his nervousness and timidity. His student days were really not that good, full of bullying and trivial things that were not worth mentioning.

Feeling of worthlessness.

Professor McGonagall was one of the few people who appreciated him. McGonagall would encourage him to value the importance of knowledge, be very friendly to him, and be willing to help him.

The reason why Quirrell became the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts was because of the influence of Professor McGonagall, and he was grateful to her.

But Quirrell did not forget his desire to be noticed. He wanted to become important, so he gave up his position as Professor of Muggle Studies and switched to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This is an extremely important position, otherwise President Dumbledore would not go to great lengths to find new professors every year.

In order to prepare for this course, Quirrell took a period of leave to gain first-hand practical experience.

No one knew where he went, only Chilo himself knew that he went to Albania.

Even at the beginning, Quirrell went to Albania specifically to find Voldemort. He just wanted to try his luck. He successfully found Voldemort based on rare rumors, and then learned powerful magic skills that no one dared to do.

Laugh at him again.

But what I never expected was that Quirrell actually did it.

He successfully found Voldemort, was persuaded by him, and became Voldemort's servant half-heartedly.

He did not dare to resist his master's orders. In order to restore his master as soon as possible, Quirrell had to target the Sorcerer's Stone, so he took the risk and broke into Gringotts.

As long as the Philosopher's Stone can be found, Voldemort will return, and Quirrell will have an unparalleled status. Everyone needs to look at him with reverence, and this is what Quirrell has been pursuing.

He is almost successful.

He believes he will succeed.

It all starts with a beautiful unicorn.

Quirrell didn't mind destroying this beauty.

He moved, like a shadow hidden in the darkness.

But the unicorn moved faster than him. The beautiful animal seemed to be frightened and ran in the other direction without looking back.

Toby, who was not far away, made a "cut" sound. He stood up from the grass, carrying a huge shovel on his shoulder, which looked extremely sharp.

"It's all your fault." Toby complained: "The flavor of the multi-flavor beans on you is too great. Eat less snacks in the future."

Al retorted with bared teeth and claws, and pulled Toby's hair hard.

"Be gentle - don't - don't pull!"

Toby immediately became staggering. He could no longer stand still and was swaying around. He was shaking his head back and forth vigorously, trying to throw Al away.

Quirrell scolded Toby countless times in his heart. Tonight's hunting was considered a complete failure. He quietly backed away to avoid running into Toby.

But at this moment, Toby suddenly jumped far away with force, and Al stopped making noises, waved his little fists and started cheering.

"Where to go?!"

Toby raised the shovel with both hands and struck hard at Quirrell's hiding place!

"Eat a shovel from me!"