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Chapter 49 Old Tom and his young wife Quirrell

Harry Potter world, Hogwarts, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Aqiu! Ahqiu! Ah~Qiu——"

Quirrell sneezed three times in a row and couldn't be louder. His whole body was shaking unconsciously, and he pulled the robe on his body, trying to make his skin and clothes as close as possible, hoping to make himself gain a greater degree in this way.

Warm, the reason is naturally that he seems to have a cold.

"Damn Snape, he was the one who poured cold water on me. How could I suddenly...ah-Qiu-"

However, it didn't matter that Quirrell had a cold and sneezed, but the "hot man" on the back of his head was a bit uncontrollable, and he felt his face being pulled hard.

This time, the scar that had just been scarred opened again, and this time the injury was even more serious.

Old Tom said that he was about to burst, and he shouted in a sharp voice:

"idiot!!!"

Hearing his master's scolding, Chilo shivered, although others couldn't tell whether it was because of cold or fear.

"Hurry up and give me the scalding potion!"

Hearing the angry roar from his master on the back of his head, Quirrell hurriedly untied the scarf on his head, raised the potion on the table, and handed it to the back of his head in a strange gesture.

And where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. The face was as white as pork that had been soaked in water for three days. The bloodshot eyes looked red, and the gaze seemed to be able to

Kill people.

Further down are two slender nostrils like snakes. The most terrifying thing is that there are countless red spots and bubbles on the face, all of which were burned by burns. The ferocious look is almost the same as that of an evil ghost.

.

This guy who looks extremely miserable is naturally our Dark Lord, Voldemort, and Old Tom.

Old Tom stared at the slightly trembling potion bottle in front of him, his nose twitching slightly, and he opened his mouth to take a big sip, resisting the disgusting smell.

But before he could swallow it, the strong nausea caused him to lose control of his mouth and spit it out immediately.

"What's in this potion? Why does it taste so much like house elf poop?!!"

Quirrell shivered again.

Although he didn't know why his master knew what house elf feces smelled like, he didn't dare ask, and he didn't dare think.

He just opened his mouth tremblingly and argued feebly:

"This is the potion I asked for from Pomfrey. It shouldn't contain anything strange..."

He didn't listen to Quirrell's explanation at all. Although he felt very disgusted, who was Old Tom?! He was Voldemort and the Dark Lord. He could still endure this.

Holding back his nausea for three seconds, Old Tom finally drank up the "special" potion without leaving a drop.

Just after he finished drinking, he felt the "after-smell" in his mouth that was similar to feces. Old Tom's eyes turned redder and he asked again in his sharp voice:

"Have you found out who did it?"

He was burned by a wizard, slapped in the face with clothes, and washed with cold water...

The rider, his great Dark Lord, has never suffered such humiliation.

Even if he was turned into this state by the rebound of his own Avada Kedavra, it was not that humiliating!!!

"Master... no..."

"Trash, that damn bedbug, don't let me catch you, or else..."

…

A certain person was wandering around in the Forbidden Forest, wanting to see if there was any cheap cat he could pick up: "Ah Qiu~"

"Huh? Is some beautiful woman missing me? Or is that stupid guy scolding me? Forget it..."

…

His eyes returned to Quirrell.

Quirrell was still trembling, his whole face was wrinkled together like a chrysanthemum, and his tone even sounded a little crying:

"Could it be Dumbledore who discovered you?"

"Oh, don't be stupid. If Dumbledore found me, you would have died a long time ago. Dumbledore still thinks that I am hiding in the Albanian forest. There is no way he would have thought that I was actually there.

Moving right under your nose!”

It seemed like he sneered mockingly, but Old Tom was not too proud. The expression on his face softened slightly before he continued:

"Of course, he must have noticed something wrong with you. I will never underestimate Dumbledore."

Having said this, Voldemort paused for a moment before returning to his villain's arrogance and saying with full sarcasm:

"But Dumbledore is confident. He and I are the same people, thinking that they can control everything. So Quirrell, I am trying to figure out everything about you, who are you working for, and who wants to get the Philosopher's Stone?"

Before, Dumbledore would never be in a hurry to catch you. His confidence is our opportunity."

"But, I feel like Snape looks at me with evil eyes."

Hearing Voldemort's comforting words, Quirrell sobbed like a little daughter-in-law, and then expressed her own suggestions.

"Isn't he also your servant? Why..., ah ah ah ah Qiu~, don't let him help."

Saying that, Quirrell sneezed again and stammered.

"Ha~Snape~hiss..."

As if he heard some ridiculous joke, Voldemort laughed directly, but unfortunately he seemed to look at the wound on his face, and gasped again in pain, and then calmed down his expression and continued:

"Okay, Chilo, I know what you are thinking now, do you want to get rid of me? Run away from me, Chilo, you already regret going to the Albanian forest, don't you?!"

Hearing Voldemort's words that revealed his feelings, Quirrell couldn't help but trembled all over again, and hurriedly defended:

"No, no, no, my master, the troll disappeared inexplicably, and now I am attacked inexplicably, even causing you harm. I am really too weak. Compared to me, Snape...

"

"enough."

A sharp shout severely interrupted Quirrell's defense. Quirrell could do nothing but tremble.

"Don't be afraid, my loyal servant. As long as I am here and the Dark Lord is here, nothing will happen. The Dark Lord will not forget to help his good servant in times of crisis. When I regain my life,

The reward will definitely not be small, whether it is strength or even immortality, I can do it easily..."

Voldemort's words seemed to be full of bewitching magic. Quirrell's cowardly face suddenly showed a hint of ferocious desire, his eyes widened like a mad dog, and he kept mumbling:

"Yes, my master, I have found out the location of the unicorn and prepared the herbs. As long as you regain your strength..."

…

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, Xiao Yiren, who was about to return, felt a chill all over his body. He felt as if he was being targeted by something strange, and he couldn't help but feel hairy all over his body.

But after activating the supersensory spell and observing the surroundings carefully, I found nothing, as if everything was just an illusion.

"Illusion?"

After a while, Xiao Yiren calmed down, but his four little legs still took small steps and quickly escaped from this land of right and wrong.

(End of chapter)