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Facing the professors, Quirrell showed a clumsy but indignant look.

"There is definitely a conspiracy behind this... We don't even have a clear track of the werewolves entering the castle. Do you really believe that these werewolves entered the castle on their own?"

As soon as the question came out, the professors who were closer to Quirrell, including McGonagall and Snape, fell silent.

"I think this is a conspiracy, what do you think?"

The day passed like this, Quirrell kept raising questions and even tried to analyze the possibilities behind it.

However, Snape interrupted him unceremoniously.

"Okay, Quirrell, compared to these, I think you should pay more attention to your own problems."

What does it mean?

After hearing Snape's indifferent and profound words, Quirrell suddenly felt a strong agitation in his heart.

He also couldn't figure out what he was thinking now.

joy?

Relax?

disturbed?

fear?

His breathing only became shorter, and Quirrell couldn't help but cover his heart.

"Professor Snape is referring to..."

"Of course it's your troll. Do you think we can't tell? That troll is the one you brought to school. If I remember correctly, it should have been in the secret room under the trap door.

That’s right.”

Snape spoke slowly, but his dark eyes gradually became sharp, like a shadowless divine blade.

"I'm curious, Professor Quirrell, why it appears on the first floor and attacks students there."

Feeling something clogged in his throat, Quirrell was silent for a moment.

"I... I'm not good at learning and couldn't completely control it. It may have broken through my restrictions yesterday, and it may have escaped from somewhere else."

His words became weaker and weaker, and in the end Quirrell couldn't even raise his head.

He looked like he was ashamed of his stupidity.

But Snape just frowned, as if he was looking at Quirrell, or looking at something else.

After a while, he slowly turned his head.

"Then when our principal comes back, I think I have to make some suggestions to him. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in our school cannot be just a half-assed person."

"I will work hard……"

He just smiled apologetically, nodded and bowed, and Quirrell slowly closed his eyes.

Teachers were very busy last night because of the werewolf problem.

Today, the arrival of the Ministry of Magic and the departure of Dumbledore can be regarded as an end to this incident.

"Master, my master."

In that office, when no one was around, he called softly.

"Dumbledore has left, what do we need to do next? The Sorcerer's Stone..."

"The Philosopher's Stone, it's not the most important thing right now."

"What?"

After hearing his master's words, Quirrell felt his head buzzing.

At this moment, he even felt that he heard something wrong.

"But Master, Dumbledore has left now. This should be a good opportunity for us. We..."

Immediately afterwards, Quirrell seemed to realize something.

"Do you think Dumbledore would take the Philosopher's Stone directly out of the school and take it with him?"

However, faced with Quirrell's reasonable guess, Voldemort was silent for a while.

After a while, he felt an excruciating pain that spread throughout his body.

This is a kind of pain in which the soul is oppressed and the spirit is squeezed.

It's as if the body has been stuffed into a small bucket and constantly compressed.

"Gu...Master, I did something wrong."

"You are just a little curious, Quilinas. You seem to be unexpectedly anxious today. Why are you so anxious to show up to prove yourself? This is inconsistent with your behavior all the time."

There seemed to be something strange in the hoarse voice.

After spending time with him for a long time, Quirrell could even smell a hint of dissatisfaction in him.

This is definitely not a good thing.

"Why do you have to be so conspicuous..."

"Because...because I think the best situation is to suspend the entire school. Then there will be no students in the college. Whether it is me or Pettigrew, we can act better, and..."

"And what?"

"I want to draw my attention to Snape!"

Enduring the pain, Quirrell gasped and said.

He curled up, looking weak and helpless.

"Originally, such a big thing happened last night. With Snape's character, he would definitely investigate what was going on in the corridor on the fourth floor immediately. He should have had a conflict with the vigilant three-headed dog. Then he would

Would have been the only one trying to break into the fourth floor corridor...although I don't know why he didn't do that."

Yes, Snape didn't have a single scratch on his body, which was completely contrary to Quirrell's expectations.

"But I have to find a shield to provide me with cover. Snape, who betrayed you, is the best candidate. Master, don't you want Snape to pay the price for his betrayal and his surrender to Dumbledore?"

?”

"Indeed, he needs to pay a price..."

After a long time, Quirrell heard the response that at least reassured him.

"Then Master, we should now..."

"Don't worry, my other loyal servant is already here."

"Master! Master!"

With a flattering voice, a big mouse scurried into the office.

Without raising his head, when he returned to his original state, Peter Pettigrew just knocked his head heavily on the ground.

"I have done all the things you asked me to do, are you still satisfied, Master?"

Faced with Peter's flattering behavior of asking for credit, Voldemort did not give any positive response.

"Is your stuff ready?"

He just asked this question in his hoarse voice.

"Ready, I'm all ready."

Peter nodded seriously.

Slowly taking out a silver bottle, he put it on the table respectfully.

Quirrell couldn't help but take another look, but before he could continue to observe, twisted pain came from his body.

His facial features were distorted, and the face that should have been at the back of his head was pushed forward desperately, pushing all the consciousness and his face that originally belonged to him to the back.

"Aha..."

After completely suppressing Quirrell, Voldemort slowly stretched out his hand and gently lifted the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

He was not in a hurry to open it, nor was he in a hurry to drink it. Voldemort just asked calmly.

"I hid the rest with Malfoy. Master, although there are many secret rooms in Hogwarts, it has been many years since I graduated. I'm afraid that there will be problems if I hide them in the school."

"...Ah, if so, will Lucius still be willing to continue to be loyal to me?"

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