Chapter 319 Quirrell's Last Breath

( ) Has that man... returned to England?

Quirrell's face was hidden deep in his ragged hood, and he asked Maca in a low voice. update the fastest

Voldemort? Of course, I've gone back a long time ago... Maca nodded, staring at the shadow in the hood, as if trying to see through the darkness.

Really? Yes...it's a matter of course... Quirrell said softly, as if he was talking to Maca, but he seemed to be talking to himself, ...it seems that he Failed again, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have appeared here so calmly...

As he spoke, he tilted his head again, and looked behind Maca over his shoulder.

There, the troll leader, nearly fourteen feet tall, was being pummeled by a giant made of rock. Until now, there is almost no power to fight back.

McLean... Well, it seems that I once missed an incredible student... Quirrell sighed, and continued, Since you still want to call me 'Professor', I'll trouble you Get out of here as soon as possible... take Hagrid and that female half-giant with you.

Professor Quirrell, don't you want to say something more? Maca asked calmly, For example, what did you and Voldemort experience together in front of that stone tablet?

Huh? You know? Quirrell didn't seem to expect that someone else knew what happened to him.

Yes, I know something... Of course, what I want to know most now is... Maca looked at him and said, Professor Quirrell, what kind of state are you in now?

Hmph, what kind of state is it? Quirrell shook his head slightly and said, It's like a waste that was discarded after being used by 'that person'... right? In short, it's just a waste product that has lost its value. All I can do is wait to die...

Voldemort may think that you are worthless, but I don't think so. Maca chuckled, Or, because he already thinks you are worthless, you are more valuable to me!

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell suddenly trembled all over, and seemed to get excited all of a sudden.

So what? he growled in a hoarse voice, almost distorted, Value, value, value! I was worth to Voldemort, and now I'm worth to you. Am I some kind of antique collectible? Can a person be measured by the word 'worth'?

... Maca, what's wrong? He...

Maca turned around,

He waved his hand at Hagrid who had just run over, and then looked at the somewhat hysterical Quirrell.

Do you think that using the word 'value' to evaluate you is to belittle you? He spread his hands and said, At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value, including myself.

Everything we do is accumulating our own value. Think about it, why do you want to study, why do you have to work hard, and why Dumbledore hired you as a teacher? It's for you Got a Voldemort glued to the back of his head?

I remember, you traveled around in order to accumulate practical experience, right? You want to make yourself more valuable, and you want to gain more precious experience beyond theory, and your efforts, those ideals, What's wrong?

Do you think there's anything wrong with the word 'value'?

Having said that, Maca shook his head suddenly and said: This word is fine. The problem lies in the angle you look at it. Your experience, your experience, and your pain have changed your perspective on the world. That's all.

Do you know why I still call you 'Professor Quirrell'? He paused, then changed the subject, It's just because you still have value in my heart.

Is there... value? Quirrell seemed to have lost all his strength, and he leaned almost his whole body on the troll's leg, muttering to himself.

Don't you also feel that you are still valuable? Otherwise, why did you come to this kind of place? In my opinion, it is not surprising that you died in that mountain forest with your physical condition .”

Maca asked directly: Why did you go to this place with so much effort?

...I don't want to die yet. After a long silence, Quirrell struggled to say, I...I shouldn't just die like this...I can't die like this...Worthless!

So you escaped from that mountain forest, so you didn't come back to England impulsively, so you hid here... Am I right? Maca laughed.

Yes, you are right... Quirrell took a deep breath with difficulty, and the cold air suddenly poured into his lungs, I woke up from that unknown ruin that day, and found that I didn't Death obviously asserted that he would use my death to achieve his power, but I didn't die!

Perhaps because of this reason, the black magic he cast on me disappeared, and I regained my mind. I tried my best to drag this already dilapidated body, and escaped from that place...

It's not easy. Maca looked at him and said.

Of course it's not easy, but that's not the point... Quirrell said with a bitter smile, The point is, I'm not a wizard at all... What am I now? Squib? Muggle? Disabled? Myself Do not know at all……

By the way, didn't you say that I am still valuable? He said, and suddenly threw off the shabby cloak on his body, But I can't even say when I will die...Maybe tomorrow, no, It may also be the next second!

When Quirrell's cloak was lifted, Hagrid beside him couldn't help but let out an oh in surprise.

No wonder he was always sitting on the ground in a strange position, no wonder he was holding on to the troll's legs all the time, it was all because if he didn't do this, it would be difficult for him to maintain a sitting position at all.

Quirrell was also wearing a wizard robe that was more ragged than the cloak, which was almost hanging on him. And what was exposed in those huge holes was a withered and deformed body.

That body seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, the skin clinging to the bones, and the entire abdominal cavity had completely collapsed.

And his face, no matter how you look at it, looks like a skeleton, which looks extremely scary.

He said that he might die in the next second, but just looking at him like this will make people doubt why he is still alive.

Even Maka, who has always been calm, couldn't help frowning at this moment.

Did it become like this just after waking up? He suddenly asked.

Huh? Quirrell glanced at him, his eyes looked abnormally large on his skull-like face, No, when I woke up, I was just weak, and this has become like this day by day...

It's hard for you to retain your sanity... Maca shook his head, Most people have probably collapsed a long time ago when they watched themselves turn into such a ghost.

Needless to say these are useless...McLean, do you still think I have 'value' to you?

Of course, Maca said without hesitation, Even if you are dead, you are valuable. Of course, if you are still alive, you are even more valuable.

Before he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly and waved the wand in his hand lightly.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he created with the transformation technique had knocked out the leader of the giant monster. With a wave of his wand, the stone giant suddenly lost the strength to support his body and shattered to pieces on the ground.

Keep these trolls away from here, I want to check your status as soon as possible... In my opinion, you may not necessarily die. If you are really going to die, you will not wake up... According to my research , the Bewitching Monument will not make you half-dead.

Hearing what Maca said, Quirrell sighed again and again, and the group of giants seemed to be reluctant to pick up the faint leader and walked to the distance.

Maca used the floating spell to move Quirrell into the cave at the back, and under the astonished expression of Madam Maxime, he poked and groped Quirrell's mummy-like body for a while.

As far as the physical condition is concerned, there is no other black magic, Maca said after a while, pressing his wand against Quirrell's breastbone, it's just that your vitality is obviously passing away... well, I have to Help you check your soul again...

It took a long time before Maca came out of the cramped cave, and greeted Hagrid and Madam Maxime who were waiting outside.

How is that guy? Hagrid asked curiously.

I can't die for the time being, but I won't live for long... Maka said, stretching out an index finger and said, At most, there is more than one month left.

Is there any other way? Hagrid glanced into the cave subconsciously, but saw Quirrell lying on the ground silently with his eyes still closed, I still remember that when he was a student, he was actually not bad. little guy...

Is there a way... It's hard to say right now, Maca shrugged. The situation here is complicated! There are some things that I haven't researched yet... His body and soul are constantly dissipating. No specific reason.

It was said to dissipate, but the situation gave Maca the feeling that it was sucked away by something. Of course, this is just his speculation based on some signs.

By the way, Hagrid... how did you get stuck here? Maca asked. Why don't you use magic to get out? Like, Apparating or something?

He won't... As for me, it's because it's useless.

As Madam Maxim said, she pulled out her wand and waved it towards Maca, only to see that the wand had been broken by external force, half of it was dangling in the air, and only a small part was still connected.

Uh... well, Maca smiled, and teased, Oak? It seems tough...