I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Oh, you're here?"

Quirrell looked in the mirror intently without even looking back.

"Yes, I'm coming."

Harry appeared in the last room.

When he approached the brightly lit exit, Quirrell saw Harry hesitating at the door with his peripheral vision, but Harry still didn't come over.

He heard a rustling sound, and when he turned around, he realized it was Harry Potter. How happy he was.

No longer studying the mirror, Quirrell turned around.

"You didn't expect it to be me, did you? That big black bat really helped me a lot."

Quirrell looked at Harry's bruised and swollen face with satisfaction, his eyes widening.

"Snape?"

Harry was extremely surprised. They had thought that Quirrell had discovered that the foursome were targeting him.

Harry was ready for a fight as soon as he came in. The scarf in his right hand was pinched tightly, and his body had finished warming up from the previous level, and was ready to run, jump and move at any time.

"Snape?" Quirrell imitated Harry's tone, playing with the recognized savior of the wizarding world in the palm of his hand. This was simply the highlight of his life.

Quirrell laughed, and his weak body seemed to have regained a little strength.

This laugh was not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer.

This was Voldemort's laughter from the bottom of his heart, because Quirrell's body was too weak and he would have to sleep for a while before he could come out.

Wait, wait.

In the minds shared by the two of them, he directed Quirrell to delay time, waiting for him to accumulate enough strength and reappear.

"Yeah, Snape doesn't really look like a nice guy, does he? He's flying around like a giant bat, which is quite helpful to us."

Behind Harry, Rigg, Hermione and Ron were moving slowly wearing invisibility cloaks.

Ron, he regretted that he had to hold that long sword.

It's heavy and seems useless.

Rigg kept staring at Quirrell cautiously, stopping whenever his eyes wandered near them.

Hermione's hand gently held Rigg's waist. The tip of her small and tall nose was already wet, and sweat was flowing down her face.

Unless the approximate location of this family heirloom is known and a physical inspection is carried out, it will not be discovered by various detection magics.

However, Quirrell didn't check his surroundings at all. His magic power was now pitiful.

The furious master had to go to sleep after forcing the level to be cleared, so as not to drain Quirrell's life before he could get the magic stone.

"With him there, who would doubt the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell stammered, his familiar high-pitched laughter echoing throughout the room.

Halfway through his laughter, the vibration in his chest triggered the old wounds of the Forbidden Forest, leaving a sweet and fishy smell in his throat.

Quirrell tried his best to clear his throat, but it was useless. He ended up vomiting two mouthfuls of blood.

The dark blood indeed came from Quirrell's body. As soon as the blood left Quirrell, Quirrell's face became visibly pale.

It's a long-term drain on the body and soul, because I have to travel at night and pass the customs without getting enough rest.

Originally, Quirrell's dilapidated body could only be maintained on the line of life and death by the master who supported him.

After being hit by Rigg's flaming blow, he quickly deteriorated to the point where he could no longer move without magic. This is why he stopped acting and immediately announced that he would stop teaching.

When Professor McGonagall came to ask him, Quirrell didn't even dare to let her in, but just handed a note from under the door.

Blood was pouring out of his body all the time, and Quirrell's physical condition was declining every day.

Voldemort was forced to give up some strength to maintain Quirrell's body.

He and Quirrell have long been one body and two souls. Without nourishment and replenishment, both parties will die.

Changing a host body is not like moving. It requires preparing a lot of materials and finding a suitable body. Voldemort was furious when he found that he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Today, Voldemort discovered gloomily that this useless servant's body was about to be completely destroyed.

Quirrell racked his brains to think of what else he could say to this savior.

The master asked him to delay, so the current confrontation was the most appropriate.

Not to mention that Voldemort didn't take Harry Potter seriously, and neither did Quirrell.

He was an adult wizard after all. What kind of spells could a first-year wizard like Harry be capable of?

Quirrell snapped his fingers.

Soon enough, a few ropes jumped out of thin air and tied Harry up tightly.

Harry struggled hard in the rope, but couldn't get out.

Harry, who was tied up, was even a little happy. He tried his best to purse his lips and suppress a smile.

Quirrell didn't find anyone else at all, which was the greatest comfort to him, indicating that his mission was completed successfully.

While Quirrell was using the spell, Rigg placed the Disillusionment Charm on all of them.

While Quirrell laughed loudly at Harry, he squatted down and came out of the invisibility cloak.

Quirrell paid no attention to him.

Currently, only Hermione and Ron are left in the Invisibility Cloak.

They each have their own place and mission.

Ron was the second to leave the cloak, trembling with fear at every step he took.

The long sword and automatic flute had long been locked by Rige and had become invisible.

Ron walked to the far corner of the room and put down the automatic flute.

Hermione continued walking forward with her invisibility cloak on, groping forward as she went.

It's up to her to decide when to start the battle. As long as she finds the flute and there's no Ron in that corner, she can look at Quirrell's situation and get ready to start.

Leaving the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione was a decision agreed upon by the other three men and the only remaining gentlemanly thing Ron had left.

"Guess who is doing the trick on your broom?" Quirrell awkwardly found a topic. He hadn't communicated with other wizards for a long time. It was easier for his master to ask him to kill Harry Potter directly than to let him delay. .

"Isn't it Snape?" Harry followed Quirrell's words.

In fact, they had already discovered that Snape was a good person that day, and Hermione even went to the Slytherin camp to eavesdrop.

"No, no, no, it's me who wants to kill you. If Snape hadn't been chanting a counter-curse beside him to save your life, I would have killed you long ago."

Hermione, who walked around to Quirrell's side, suddenly realized, so she heard correctly. Snape was indeed reciting a counter-curse that day to save Harry's life.

Ron kept talking about his own conspiracy theories that day after hearing what she said. For example, Snape was actually reciting the Anti-Counter Curse... Hermione's ears almost became calloused as she was talking about it.

"Snape wants to save me?"

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly. "Snape hated your father. He and your father studied at Hogwarts together. Didn't you know that? They hated each other and had no common ground. Dai Tian. But he never wants you to die."

Thinking of the anecdotes from his carefree school days, Quirrell's face glowed with a strange light.

After being scolded by Voldemort for being distracted, this light quickly disappeared again.

Rigg walked behind Quirrell, facing the back of his head. Now he was very close to Quirrell, only two steps away.

Ron was on Quirrell's left side, holding a long sword.

Hermione is on the right, with the flute underneath her feet.

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