Chapter 146 My Power! (5k)

Voldemort looked at the calm and empty woods in front of him. He lost his target, and felt a little confused for a while.

"Master, you won??"

Quirrell sounded a little lost in the lake, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Voldemort didn't speak, but silently retracted his consciousness back to the back of Quirrell's head.

"Leave quickly, Mag and the others should have found this place soon."

Voldemort's tone was cold and displeased, which made Quirrell, who wanted to ask something, wisely choose to shut up.

"Okay, master."

And just as he was moving his body, his face suddenly froze.First he was sluggish, and then he could see from his face, a great pain.

Indescribable pain gushed out from all the limbs in an instant, washing over Quirrell's body like a tide.The pain as if something had been drilled into the bone drove him almost crazy.

"Ho ho ho... ah!

pain……"

"Seal the throat and lock the tongue."

The pain on Quirrell's face was still obvious, but his eyes were unusually cold.

"Shut up and leave quickly, if you stay any longer, you may not be able to go back."

Voldemort's voice was so calm, even though it was a little hoarse because of the pain, it was still cold and ruthless.

Quirrell's eyes were bloodshot.He felt his head was in a daze, like a piece of wood soaked in water.The mouth opened unconsciously, but no sound came out because of the throat lock.It's just uncontrollable dripping of saliva from the mouth.

Because of the too intense pain, he had already entered a state of trance, and it seemed that he was going to pass out in the next moment.In such pain, Quirrell even involuntarily recalled his own cry.

Those happy, sad, proud, and shameful experiences emerged one after another, disturbing Quirrell's thoughts and making him feel better.

"If I were you, Quirrell, I would rather go to Azkaban to play with the dementors than the pain now. Believe me, you still want to live now, but when you get there , You don’t even know whether you want to live or die.”

There was a tinge of irritation in Voldemort's tone, but he didn't add embellishment.If you don't have the attachment and desire for something, if you want to persevere in an environment like Azkaban, you won't become a lunatic.It's a hard thing to do.

Voldemort met a lot of hard bones, but it seems that a large part of them, after really enjoying the treatment of the dementor's kiss, they no longer insist on the so-called justice and the so-called principles.

What's more, Quirrell is definitely not that kind of tough bone.

Drug use is addictive.

With a teary face, Quirrell chose to flee quickly.What he had to admit was that things were really just as Voldemort said, if he didn't run away quickly, it would be more than just a pain in the future.He had heard about the Dementor's Kiss for a long time. During the last battle, the battle with Voldebat gave him a basic understanding of things... It is not easier than death, and even if the time span is long enough, it is absolutely It is more painful than death.

So, just like that, Quirrell was ashamed, endured the pain, and left here.

The last person on both sides of the battle who did not belong to the Forbidden Forest finally chose to leave.So the Forbidden Forest will once again return to calm.

perhaps……

"Luke! Here!"

Taylor felt Luke's figure from a distance, and when he appeared in his sight, he immediately greeted him.

Luke looked at Professor McGonagall who was standing beside Taylor, but he still couldn't hold back and shrank his neck after all.

"Hi! Professor! In the middle of the night, what wind blows you from the warm castle to this cold, damp and dangerous Forbidden Forest?"

Luke had a smile on his face, but his eyes were very cold.

Professor McGonagall, who wanted to question Luke first, whether this matter had anything to do with him, didn't know what to say for a moment.

He clearly knew that Luke was making a counterattack, using strong words, and a pre-emptive strategy, but Professor McGonagall fell silent immediately.Because, what Luke said is not wrong.

If there is no real problem, who would want to hang out in the Forbidden Forest at night instead of staying in a warm bed in this weather?

Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even Luke, if possible, would not be willing to do this.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall fell into silence, Luke also fell into silence.Taylor, who was already very dull in front of strangers, was naturally unwilling to say anything.

So the scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

After a long time, Professor McGonagall came back to his senses, pointed to the messy woods around him and said, "This is the result of the beast tide, Luke, such a scene has nothing to do with you, right?"

There, where Professor McGonagall pointed, a large mess of footprints stamped a clear path on the ground.Although it is a new road, as long as it is maintained a little, this road may be able to last forever.

But of course it can't do it now, on this road, there are even a lot of blood, even meat paste and fur.

Tyler saw the stump of the mouse.Saw the head of a trampled rabbit.Taylor thought he was used to seeing these things, so he wouldn't react too much.

The other two people around are naturally well-informed, so they shouldn't have any strange thoughts about such a situation.

Of course, it can be seen that Professor McGonagall's eyes are full of compassion. This is not a Holy Mother, but pure respect for life.

Even if it was really Luke's plan behind this incident, Professor McGonagall would not blame Luke for this kind of thing.

Wizards rely on emotions to cast magic, and most wizards are very emotional in their later years.It doesn't have to be irritable, it may be too careful, too kind and so on.

Everyone is different, and the end result is rarely exactly the same.

But if such a thing is done, but in the end, no sufficient goal is achieved, it will appear very meaningless.

Thinking of this, a look of anticipation flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes.And this glimmer of expectation was captured by Taylor.After turning on his talent, Taylor didn't dare to directly enter Professor McGonagall's mind to read information.Because she was really afraid of being noticed by Professor McGonagall.

If it was someone else, such as Hagrid, or Professor Trelawney, she would directly invade her mind to read thoughts without hesitation.

But facing the words of these four deans, Taylor felt that he had better restrain himself.

After realizing that Professor McGonagall had no more intentions to blame, she planned to tell Luke, but before she could speak, Luke said: "What I did, Professor, Professor Dumbledore knows everything, you If you want to know, it is better for him to tell you."

Luke shook his head and lied without changing his face: "I dare not do anything against Dumbledore's intentions, so you, you'd better ask Dumbledore what he meant, if he is willing to let you know, then It doesn't matter if you ask him directly or ask again."

"What if I insist on asking you?"

Professor McGonagall refused to budge and said aggressively.

But Luke in front of him didn't hesitate at all: "What I mean, I definitely can't tell you for the time being. Because the matter is not over yet, if you miss the stuff, then all the previous arrangements will come to naught. This business, no Cost-effective."

Professor McGonagall immediately rewarded Luke with a chestnut, and then said angrily: "You just do it..."

Luke rubbed his head and said helplessly, "Life is not easy..."

"Professor! Professor McGonagall!"

Hagrid's trademark loud voice came over.The eyes of the three looked over there.

"It's a good thing you're all right, Hagrid."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hagrid who was waving to him, and Harry who was sitting on the back of a centaur, and he finally let go of the last stone in his heart.

She didn't think it was dangerous for Harry to follow Hagrid.After all, Hagrid was familiar with the Forbidden Forest, and these professors were numerous.Harry followed Hagrid, even if he was temporarily trapped somewhere, there was absolutely no danger.

The Forbidden Forest, this place is just like Hagrid's house.

Although I don't know much about the depths, it's absolutely fine on the periphery.

And Hagrid also saw Luke and Taylor beside Professor McGonagall.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, the heaviness on his face that was visible to the naked eye disappeared.

"Luke, are you all right?"

Hagrid asked loudly as he strode towards Luke and the others.

"no problem."

Luke didn't make any fuss at this time, he still had to say what should be said.

"We're safe here."

"It doesn't look like it's safe."

The centaur Firenze looked at the bloody road that was rushed out, and said expressionlessly.There was a hint of sadness in his eyes that was imperceptible.It is also okay to say that the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

"Luke! Taylor!"

Harry was very happy when he saw the two friends on Firenze's back. He immediately jumped off Firenze's back and ran towards Luke and Taylor.

But within two steps, the pungent smell of blood entered Harry's nostrils.When Firenze was on his back, the smell of the beast on his body filled his nostrils, but he didn't feel much after getting used to it.The strong smell even covered up the bloody smell.

And after leaving that range, these smells symbolizing death and killing flowed down his nostrils and pierced into his mind, and Harry couldn't hold back all of a sudden.

He writhed his stomach for half the night, and finally let go of himself completely.

Taylor looked at Harry who was being slapped gently on the back by Hagrid from a distance, and his body was trembling. He couldn't bear it and said, "Harry, isn't it a bit miserable?"

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched. It's hard for him to say, but what happened to Luke really didn't have much to do with him.Rather, Luke deliberately cut Harry out of his plan for Harry's safety.

But Harry was still able to mix himself up into this slightly miserable look, which Luke hadn't expected.

Firenze looked at Harry, who was vomiting non-stop, and then at Luke, who was looking this way through a bloody road, and couldn't help but feel the contrast for a moment.

After seeing the reactions of the two, he still couldn't help but shook his head and said, "The gap between human cubs is really big enough."

Hagrid's eyesight was sharp, and Firenze didn't have any intention of hiding it, so he could easily hear what he said.

Hagrid seemed to explain it to Harry, but after hesitating for a moment, he just shook his head and said, "Luke is not a normal kid."

So Firenze looked at Luke, somewhat relieved.

Such people are preferably in the minority.

"Luke, is that, the Centaur?"

Taylor was beside Luke, looking at Firenze's figure and said.

Luke also looked at the centaur, nodded, and said with some emotion: "Yes, a mixture of wildness and rationality, centaur."

Among the magical animals, it can definitely be called a race with extraordinary intelligence.

It's just a pity that they are still restricted by their own personalities after all.

The centaur in front of him who can only let humans ride on him is probably Firenze, a centaur who is really willing to contact humans, or can be said to be willing to have a deep friendship with humans.He even later became a professor of divination at Hogwarts.

He is an outlier among the centaurs and does not have any representativeness.

Horse people, after all, still reject humans.

Looking at everything in front of him, Professor McGonagall finally let out the foul breath that was stagnant in his chest.

"Finally, it's over..." Quirrell lay on his bed with a painful expression on his face, and squeezed out such a sentence through his teeth.

Just now, a hot current surged from the back of his head, and the pain on his body gradually eased.Finally, it was maintained at a level that he could accept.

And that power also stopped in time, as if unwilling to give even a little more.

"Master, should we deal with Luke Gunter?"

Hatred was brewing in Quirrell's eyes.

"It's not necessary. Judging from that person's words, Luke Gunter may not be his ally, and naturally he may not be our enemy."

Voldemort's voice seemed very weak, but it was inexplicably gentler.

"If he had really served Luke Gunter, he wouldn't have given me such news."

When Voldemort said this, although his tone was calm, Quirrell, who was connected to his heart, could still hear the complexity in his tone.

Quirrell moved his mind carefully, and then tentatively said: "Or, your previous guess is not wrong, Luke Gunter is actually a puppet put on the surface. Now he is a bait .He wants us to attack Luke Gunter, and then lure that person out. If you think about it this way, this snake-faced man is likely to have a grudge against the Gunter family..."

He said here, so he won't say anymore, the Gunter family, you must know that his master is not recognized as the Gunter family, not because he is unwilling to become a member of the Gunter family.

Have a grudge with the Gaunt family?Voldemort, will he admit this part of the hatred to himself?

"In this way, it may not be a good opportunity."

Voldemort said seriously without any hesitation: "In this case, then Luke Gaunt must be his target. As long as we lure him to attack Luke Gaunt, we will have a chance to get the Philosopher's Stone. "

"But there is something unreasonable, why didn't he go directly to Luke Gunter tonight?"

Voldemort muttered to himself, his tone also full of confusion.

The contradictory behavior of that person made him appear extraordinarily elusive.

Quirrell frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of some possibility, and said, "Could he be Luke Gunter himself?"

"In this way, it makes sense. What he said to you just now is purely because of his mouth addiction, and by the way, he will irritate you, make you lose your mind and attack him, and then show his flaws. In this way, he will have a chance to really Defeat, kill, and even capture us alive!"

Before Quirrell finished speaking, he heard a sneer in his mind.

"What are you talking about, Quirrell?"

With the evil and cruel voice, the mild and rational Voldemort just now seemed to not exist at all.Quirrell shivered immediately, and then didn't know what to say.

"Luke Gunter is that snake-faced man. Do you want to tell me that I have learned magic for so many years, and in the end, I will be even with an 11-year-old kid?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Quirrell had already started to tremble, and the cold tone was like a cold snake wrapping around his body.

"You are saying that this guy is much, much stronger than Dumbledore at the same age. He can defeat me now, that is to say, he can deal with at least two Aurors at the same time. He can also escape under siege. "

Do you think you are writing some kind of fantasy novel about this kind of thing?

Not even the worst writer would write such nonsense.

Quirrell frowned, lost in thought, and finally nodded.

"Indeed, such a thing is still a bit too unreal after all."

Quirrell said with approval.

"The plan has failed. Now I have handed over part of my accumulated power to you. You are now going to bring some violations here to the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore must be asked to go to the Ministry of Magic for investigation."

Voldemort assigned the task so simply.

Quirrell, who was lying on the bed, immediately became anxious when he heard this.

"But master, the things we found are all trivial, and they are not enough to send Dumbledore to the Ministry of Magic for investigation!"

Just kidding, let Dumbledore go to the Ministry of Magic to be investigated. Although this is a plan that has been planned long ago, it is fine to launch it in advance, but didn't you say that you were responsible for this matter?Also keep it secretive and don't let me know!

"That's none of my business. Gives you strength. I need to get some rest."

After speaking, Voldemort's consciousness gradually fell into silence, as if he had fallen asleep.

And Quirrell was silent with an ugly face.After a long silence, he suddenly spoke.

"But, this is clearly my strength."