Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"Monster... don't bite me, stay away from me, get out of here!"

Quirrell suddenly woke up from his dream, as if the face of a terrifying vampire was still in front of him.

"Fortunately it's just a dream..."

He stood up and put on the scarf after washing. Even he himself didn't notice when he got into this habit.

Quirrell's mind at this time was focused on the troll in the forest - he had decided to defeat the troll himself in front of the students, which would definitely get him more recognition and attention.

Outside the castle, it was a rainy day after heavy snowfall, and the air became humid.

When going downstairs, Quirrell met the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team who were rushing to practice. Harry Potter among them smiled encouragingly at him. This really flattered Quirrell and made him feel proud.

The desire to hunt giant monsters also became stronger.

When the two separated, Harry stared at Professor Quirrell's back in confusion: "Why is the professor's reaction so big?"

This reminded Harry of the first time he met Quirrell in the Leaky Cauldron.

Fred and George drove Harry away by force.

"Isn't he always the same?"

"Don't even think about being lazy, we don't have a backup Seeker."

"Wood will kill you if he finds you missing."

"Empty your intestines again."

Captain Wood turned around and glared at the Weasley brothers sternly.

"I know we can win!" He started to talk again: "The premise is that we must seize the time to train!"

The team members were aware of Wood's determination, but they also became wailing.

On the other side, Quirrell has entered the Forbidden Forest. The land has become muddy, making it difficult to move forward. He can only walk one foot deeper and one foot shallower.

When he was walking through a forest of needles, he suddenly heard a loud noise - a centaur with black hair and a black body suddenly rushed out, pointing the bow and arrow deftly at Quirrell, ready to go.

"oh--"

Quirrell was so frightened that he quickly took several steps back. He raised his wand nervously and heard the centaur on the opposite side ask: "Professor Quirrell?"

"It's - it's me," Quirrell stammered: "I remember you seemed to be - yes -"

"Bane." The centaur introduced himself, finally willing to put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and Quirrell also slowly put away his wand.

It seems to be a misunderstanding.

Quirrell had seen each other before when he entered the Forbidden Forest to capture the giant monster.

"You-you-what's going on?" Quirrell asked curiously.

Baine left without answering. Quirrell was not surprised at all. The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest were mysterious and refused to reveal anything to the wizard.

If it's better at night, the centaur will stare at the night sky and say something about whether a certain star is bright or dim. But other than that, he won't say anything more.

But on the way, Quirrell discovered the carcasses of many small animals - including foxes, rabbits, and pheasants.

There were no injuries on these animals, but they all looked dry and extremely thin.

Quirrell suddenly remembered that he had been through such a period, just before the Christmas holidays, but now he had recovered.

Could this be related to the cause of Bain's Alert? Is it some kind of spreading disease?

Quirrell suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, he didn't want to give up again.

In his vague memory, he had been to the Forbidden Forest many times, but almost every time he returned without success and failed to capture a giant monster.

And for some reason, he was vaguely glad that he never met Professor Heimer again. It seemed that several of his failures were related to Professor Heimer.

Little by little, Quirrell found the location where trolls lived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. This was not difficult for him. At least, he successfully captured the trolls once and is now guarding the Magic Stone. However, some time ago

I was knocked unconscious by myself.

Just when Quirrell was about to take action quietly, he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from his feet - he immediately turned his head and saw a snake staring straight at him, and there was a slanting line on the snake's face.

of scars.

Quirrell was stunned, not only because this scene seemed familiar, but also because he seemed to have seen that scar before.

In Quirrell's brief daze, a dark shadow suddenly shot out from the snake, like a thick black fog, and entered Quirrell's body in the blink of an eye.

"Don't make a sound..."

"If you don't want to die...don't scream..."

Quirrell heard a sharp voice in horror, and the fear in his heart was aroused little by little, so scared that he did not dare to move.

He remembered this tone - it was the mysterious vampire from Romania! The other party still found him!

Voldemort continued to confuse: "Your life is in my hands...Don't try to ask for help...I will take your life before then...

"

"What - what are you going to do?" Quirrell asked in fear.

"Serve me..." Quirrell heard a sharp voice say: "This is your only destiny..."

After realizing the reappearance of Toby Highmore, Voldemort was already prepared.

He asked Quirrell to brew several special ancient potions before school started, and asked Quirrell to take these potions - which not only hid the face and scars on the back of Quirrell's head, but also allowed Voldemort to briefly control Quirrell.

The body consumes only Quirrell's own vitality, which is why Quirrell became thin some time ago.

For this reason, Voldemort cast the Forgetting Curse on Quirrell twice to modify his memory.

The first time was when I received a Christmas gift.

At that time, Voldemort had realized that Quirrell was showing signs of giving up and surrendering to him, and he was trying to gain the respect of students and professors through stupid and pretentious means.

As a result, Quirrell's memory was modified, allowing him to temporarily forget all this, and secretly went to Hogsmeade Village according to Toby's movements, taking the opportunity to defeat Mundungus who happened to meet him.

But after this, Quirrell was not allowed to cast the Imperius Curse on Mundungus because he did not know the spell, and Voldemort also needed to retain the ability of the remaining potion.

So the person who really appeared in the Pig's Head Bar was actually Quirrell, and Mundungus was placed in an alley after being defeated, and at the same time took another fatal poison. After Quirrell left the bar, he would

The person quickly changed his clothes, unintentionally evading the tracking of the Bone Age Algae, and then returned to the Forbidden Forest. It was also at this time that Voldemort cast the second Oblivion Curse on Quirrell, which was also the most thorough one.

Voldemort kept the seed of fear of vampires in Quirrell's mind so that he could use Quirrell again, and also retained Quirrell's desire to gain attention by defeating the troll so that he could have a chance to return to the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort himself chose to escape and possessed the small animals in the Forbidden Forest, causing the corpses Quirrell saw on his way.

This time, Voldemort no longer chose coercion and inducement, but instead exerted pure fear on Quirrell.

That's what he's good at - spreading fear, exploiting fear, and becoming fear.

The whole plan is inseparable from Voldemort's understanding of Toby - of course he understands Toby, his ideas about ancient magic, and what kind of person Toby is. He even personally came forward to catch him and let Toby

Than working for yourself.

But Toby escaped Voldemort's pursuit.

But this time...this time!

Quirrell stood up tremblingly. Having modified his memory, he had been completely beguiled by Voldemort's lies and could not think of any resistance.

He couldn't see it, as another layer of scarred face vaguely appeared on his face, which was ferocious and terrifying, like a poisonous snake.

He trudged back to Hogwarts.

With false fear.

and the real Voldemort.