Chapter 451 The Story of Quirinaxillo (5)
In the morning, the sun has just risen from the horizon, the sky has begun to turn white, and a new day is about to begin.
On the hill, the ancient castle has regained new vitality. Next to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid opened the door and walked out of his hut, starting a busy day.
Administrator Filch has finished checking the boys and girls bathrooms and is about to open the castle's oak door.
At this moment, the sunlight has reflected a golden color on the west side of the castle, and reflected on the wooden table next to the bed through the window. The owner of the room got up from the bed. He was standing by the mirror, looking at the pale face in the mirror. His lips trembled slightly. Quirrell felt that his life might be coming to an end.
Voldemort once told Quirrell that if he couldn't hold on anymore, he could only hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. The fresh unicorn blood could extend his life and restore Voldemort's physical strength.
Of course Quirrell knows that fresh unicorn blood can extend his life, but unicorns are social animals, and these beasts have strong magic power and are very difficult to deal with. Quirrell is not sure whether he can succeed with his current strength. Hunt a unicorn.
Even if you can successfully hunt a unicorn and use the blood of the unicorn to extend your life, doing so will still require a heavy price.
Using fresh unicorn blood to extend his life means that Quirrell will be completely cursed by the unicorn and have a half-dead life.
In the history of magic, there are very few wizards who have done this, and the limited records cannot provide much useful information for Quirrell.
Quirrell doesn’t really know what a cursed, half-dead life actually means, but that situation is definitely very bad, and he doesn’t want to get to that point.
Otherwise, when Voldemort leaves his body, Quirrell's life will still be cursed by the unicorn, and that situation will definitely be very bad.
However, the worst is not this. Judging from the current situation, Quirrell himself may not be able to persist until then. Voldemort had warned him more than once that he must get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, but Quirrell couldn't even get Hagrid's **** pet dog right now.
Sometimes, Quirrell really wanted to use magic to kill the three-headed dog, but in the end he held back. He had to be careful. His plan to steal the Sorcerer's Stone was absolutely not allowed to fail, and he couldn't arouse Dumbledore's anger. Note that you only have one chance.
It is a matter of life and death. Quirrell will never tolerate his own failure, nor can he tolerate his own failure.
As for Snape, who was already wary of him, Quirrell was not sure whether he would go to Dumbledore to inform him, but Voldemort told him that Snape was once a Death Eater, and as a loyal servant of Voldemort, Would Dumbledore trust such a person?
Although Voldemort said that Snape was his and there was no need to worry too much about Snape going to Dumbledore to inform him, Quirrell still expressed doubts about this.
Quirrell also thought about asking Snape to help steal the Philosopher's Stone, but this proposal was rejected by Voldemort. The Dark Lord did not want his situation to be known to others.
After all, the fewer people know about it, the more secretive and safer you are.
Quirrell naturally believed what Voldemort said, but he still believed that Voldemort still didn't trust his former servant very much, especially after he became like that, and maybe he didn't want others to know!
Voldemort would be afraid too.
After all, Snape protected the savior when Quirrell murdered Harry. His current position is difficult to determine, and he may tell Dumbledore about Voldemort.
After all, he is a wizard from Slytherin House. It is normal for him to do whatever it takes to achieve his own goals.
Of course, Quirrell didn’t actually want others to dilute his impression of Voldemort. He was gambling, winning everything and losing nothing. Quirrell didn’t think he would lose.
Although Snape was suspicious of him, his presence still brought considerable help to Quirrell.
There is no way, Snape is so unlikable, flying around like a giant bat all day long, he is simply a living villain.
Who could doubt poor, stammering Professor Quirrell when he was there to attract everyone's attention?
“Cheer up, you have to get the Philosopher’s Stone as soon as possible.” Quirrell wrapped the freshly washed big scarf around his head, patted his cheek and murmured.
Lately, Quirrell has tried his best not to wander outside the restricted corridor on the fourth floor. Because he found that Harry Potter seemed to be paying attention to the Philosopher's Stone. He felt that this was not a good sign. The savior was too nosy.
On Halloween night, Potter seemed to see himself checking the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone. Snape also rushed to the restricted area on the fourth floor. It was really difficult for Quirrell to determine who Potter was seeing and who he was suspecting.
Furthermore, when Potter meets him, he always gives him a weird smile. Does that have any special meaning?
With various thoughts, Quirrell came to the hall to eat.
The owl in the morning finally brought him good news. The dragon egg he wanted was finally found.
The smuggler has helped him get the dragon eggs, and they need to agree on a location to complete the final transaction.
Great, now I can finally deal with the three-headed dog.
When Quirrell stood up to write a reply to the smuggler, he suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort in his stomach. The excitement in Quirrell's mind disappeared all at once, and his face turned ugly. Could it be...
Quirrell immediately thought of what happened a few days ago. Several Slytherin students had stomach upsets for no apparent reason. It was said that Peeves had added a small amount of basil powder to the food.
Maybe even the professor... Quirrell felt that he might have accidentally fallen into Peeves's prank.
He clutched his stomach and rushed to the boys' bathroom closest to the hall under the surprised eyes of other professors.
Not long after, Quirrell walked out of the toilet cubicle, his face even paler. He dragged his weak body to the school hospital on the second floor to find Madam Pomfrey for help.
Quirrell just asked Madam Pomfrey for a small cup of antidiarrheal potion. He didn't dare to let Madam Pomfrey give him a doctor. God knows if the head nurse would see any clues.
In the school hospital, Quirrell saw two unlucky people on the bed. Slytherin's Flint and Montague had been lying on the hospital bed for two days due to severe diarrhea, and now they were barely recovering.
(End of this chapter)