Mastering Thunder from Hogwarts

"This is not an excuse you can use to make excuses. I need to restore my strength!" Voldemort interrupted Quirrell coldly, "And I'm afraid your current body won't last long. I advise you to give it to me."

Be honest and find a way to get that magic stone!"

"Yes, Master!" Quirrell responded hurriedly, "I have found a breakthrough, and that is Hagrid! From him I will definitely get the solution to the three-headed dog!"

"But..." Quirrell couldn't help but pause after saying this, "I still need you to give me some more strength to ensure that I can persist until that time. In addition, I have to leave some room to deal with the trouble after the three-headed dog! I

I can’t believe that Anduin only arranged this one guard.”

"Then enter the Forbidden Forest and hunt unicorns. Their blood can temporarily restore my strength!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed in Quirrell's ears.

"Unicorn?" Quirrell was shocked when he heard this. Although the blood of that creature can provide vitality, it is a cursed life! Once he touches that thing, won't there be no room for maneuver?

"Why, are you still fantasizing about betraying me?" Voldemort seemed to notice that Quirrell's thinking had drifted, and immediately roared angrily in his mind.

This roar that struck directly into the soul made Quirrell suddenly break out in cold sweat, and his whole brain seemed to be twisted into a ball. The pain instantly defeated his psychological defense!

"I'm sorry, Master! I shouldn't question your decision, please forgive me!" Quirrell covered his head in pain and kept wailing, but the pain still lasted for nearly a minute before gradually fading away.

"Now that you and I are living together, you'd better put away those unrealistic fantasies! I'm going to rest now, but I will also be watching you from the depths of your soul!"

The punishment imposed on Quirrell seemed to consume a lot of energy from Voldemort, and then he slowly fell into dormancy.

"call……"

After Voldemort stopped moving, Quirrell suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

But soon all kinds of worries about the future emerged in his mind, and as soon as this thought appeared, he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

However, his normal thinking proved to him that Voldemort had indeed gone silent, and this made him truly feel relaxed.

"Hunting unicorns and stealing magic stones, I always feel like doing this will not end well!"

"But my life and death depend on my master's thoughts. Do I really have any other chance?"

Fear! Anxiety! Irritability!

All kinds of emotions were tumbling in his mind, which made Quirrell feel entangled for a while.

Everything that happened today really scared him, the sudden appearance of the Dark Mark and the attacker wearing a Death Eater mask.

He even fought against one or two of them, although it was fishing in troubled waters in the auditorium.

Who would have thought that all this was just a so-called exercise, but his courage was almost shattered.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of that enviable junior student. Not only had he achieved admirable achievements, but he was now so powerful that he couldn't understand it.

The thing about Anduin that Quirrell envied the most was his clear mind.

He seems to always know what he should do and what he should not touch, and he can always take the initiative.

"Take initiative, this is such a distant word to me. If I had known this, I should not have gone to that damn Albania, let alone let myself be blinded by greed..."

Quirrell fell into troubled self-blame for a moment, especially when he thought that the one who controlled his life and death was the weak Voldemort, while opposite him were the powerful Dumbledore and Anduin.

"But is there any other way now besides obeying orders?" Quirrell sighed sadly.

But soon, in his wild thoughts, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind that even frightened him.

"Maybe...he will have a way to solve all this for me?"

Quirrell muttered to himself uncertainly, but then shook his head violently, "No, I will be dead if my master finds out. It would be easy for him to execute me."

"But if I really follow the master's plan, I won't have a good ending." Quirrell is just timid and has no independent opinions, but he is not a fool.

"I followed the owner's instructions to cast a spell on Harry Potter's broomstick, which aroused Snape's suspicion. Do I really have a chance to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

Little Quirrell felt like his head was getting bigger now, and almost all the things in front of him were dead ends.

"Damn it, if Anduin didn't exist, I might have followed a path to the dark bar, but he..."

"Can you give me more possibilities?"

"Maybe I should try it while the master is sleeping."

"But I might also be captured on the spot by him. That guy has never shown any mercy when dealing with dark wizards."

"Or, I can try to test it out? I don't necessarily have to tell him all the truth!"

For a moment, Quirrell was caught in a battle between heaven and man, and his brain seemed to be split in two. One side kept emphasizing to him the consequences of betraying Voldemort, which might be more miserable than death.

The other half keeps giving out advice similar to self-confession. In fact, he is also a victim! Why does he have to bear all this?

This kind of trouble tortured Quirrell all night long. Until the next day, he was still stuck in this chaotic mental state, which caused the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to be intermittently on that day. This made him almost the eyes of the whole school's little wizards.

The laughing stock.

"If you really want to get rid of all this, you have to make a decision within three days. By then the master's hibernation will end, and it will be a big deal if he probes his deep memory!"

Quirrell walked aimlessly in the corridors of the main tower, thinking to himself.

When he woke up, he was suddenly shocked because he didn't know when, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he came to the door of the 'Tactical Training School' office!

"Damn it, you must not provoke that guy Anduin at this time, otherwise I will be dead!" Quirrell cursed himself secretly, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, the office door behind him opened by coincidence.

Anduin, who leaned out from inside, was a little surprised when he saw Quirrell appearing in front of the door.

This guy should be like a rat in the sewer. It's too late to hide from him. Did yesterday's exercise have the opposite effect? ​​Did it irritate Quirrell, who has already joined the Death Eater camp?

Quirrell and Anduin suddenly met in such an unprepared situation, and both sides looked at each other in a slightly awkward manner.

"Uh, good afternoon! Professor Wilson!" Although he cursed Anduin hundreds of times in his heart, Quirrell could only say hello politely at this time.

There is no way. Since we have collided, we should find a way to deal with it first. Doesn't this bastard usually stay on that ship? How did this happen?

And because it was so sudden, Quirrell didn't even notice that he had forgotten the stuttering tone he used to play in the past.

"Good afternoon, Senior Quirrell." Anduin's mentality was much calmer than Quirrell. He just promised Dumbledore that he would not take the initiative to contact the other party, and it was not that he could not even speak to him.

"You should still call me Anduin as before, always so formal and not too raw. We didn't have so much to be restrained when we were still in school."

Anduin also heard that Quirrell's current situation was a bit strange, so he instinctively pulled it close.

"Yes, Anduin, after so many years, I still feel that you haven't changed at all, as if you pretended to be an adult from the beginning..."

Perhaps it was Anduin's calmness that made him feel like he didn't reveal any flaws.

Or maybe it was because he had been under too much pressure, and Quirrell, who was gradually relaxing, talked a little too much for some reason.

"You don't look good. Have you encountered something troublesome? If you don't mind, you can share it with me. Maybe I can help you. After all, we have been friends for so many years!"

Anduin noticed Quirrell's unusual behavior and couldn't help but test it out. He was not some pedantic old man who only secretly peeped in the dark.

"this……"

Quirrell felt a little moved when he heard this, but the cowardly side of his mind kept jumping out, preventing him from doing anything impulsive.

But with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of us, it seems a bit of a waste to miss it. After all, Anduin is still very friendly, right?

After thinking about it for a moment, Quirrell couldn't help but blurt out, "I've really been troubled by something for a long time recently."

"Then do you want to come in and sit for a while? You haven't been to my office yet, right?" Anduin naturally climbed up the pole immediately after hearing this, and turned slightly to make way.

Looking at the narrow passage next to Anduin, Quirrell felt as if he had reached a crossroads of his destiny.

This advance or retreat may determine his future!

Quirrell took a deep breath calmly, then gritted his teeth and summoned up all his courage to walk in.

The opponent's posture was like climbing up a mountain of swords and descending into a sea of ​​fire, which made Anduin look at him for a moment.

No matter what the situation, I was not prepared to fall out, why is it as if I am going to kill you?

However, Anduin also guessed that something might have happened to the other party. Now was a good opportunity to find out, and he certainly couldn't let it go.

"Anduin..." After entering the office and sitting down, Quirrell took the initiative to speak without waiting for the other party to ask questions.

"I know that although you are young, you are already a well-known alchemist both inside and outside the country. I wonder if you have any props or methods that can block the prying eyes of 'Legilimency'?"

Quirrell was not crazy. There was no way he could directly tell Anduin that he was possessed by Voldemort. Moreover, he had no intention of confessing to him, so he actually sought help.