Chapter 153 Quirrell’s Thoughts and Suggestions
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
"My master, I..."
Quirrell stumbled, trying to explain, complain, and seek comfort.
But he found the wrong person.
Voldemort has never been that understanding and willing to listen to others' complaints and comfort them.
In other words, he was like that before.But now, it's a different story.
After cutting his soul to create multiple Horcruxes, he lost his true body and had to possess rodents, struggling to stay alive.
That kind of life has lasted for more than ten years, and it is impossible for his temperament not to change.
Today Voldemort only wants to be resurrected.
He didn't even think too much about what would happen after resurrection.
What will you do after resurrection?
Stepping on Dumbledore?A purge in the wizarding world?Or punish former traitors?
Voldemort felt that it was okay, it didn't matter, as long as he could recover his body and be resurrected first, then let's talk about it.
resurrection!Everything exists for resurrection!
Therefore, he doesn't care at all about Quirrell's problems and emotions.
He would only urge again and again to get Quirrell to move and act to satisfy his resurrection.
"Have you thought of a way to find out the mysterious man last night?" Voldemort asked coldly, "And the guy who attacked you, is he the same person as that person? Do you have any clue?"
"If it's the same person, why did he target you? If not, why did so many people suddenly target you? Have you thought about this?"
"I..." Quirrell wanted to retort, but he didn't know where to start.
"You don't know anything, you don't know anything, how can you still have the leisure to wash your face?"
Voldemort kept questioning.
"What would you do if Dumbledore found out about you? What would you do if you were kicked out of school the next moment? Wash, wash, just wash your face. What's the point of washing? It's not business at all. Damn it, just waste time on such useless things. Isn’t cleaning it up enough to solve your problem? Did you have poor grades when you were in school? You can’t even master this magic spell? "
Quirrell was chanted so much that his head began to swell and hurt.
"I will act immediately, I will act immediately!" He quickly expressed his position for fear that Voldemort would continue to read.
Then, he asked cautiously: "What should I do?"
He spent all his energy on washing his face, and he had no time to think about and study what Voldemort mentioned.
In fact, if Voldemort hadn't forced him to start taking action immediately, he would have been able to wash for a while longer.
Washing his face is now what he wants to do most!
If you are on leave or not in class, you have to wash it!
"What do you think about the subsequent attack?" Voldemort asked.
"No, I don't even know who is doing this!"
Quirrell shouted back.
Last night was really embarrassing.
If Hagrid hadn't been nearby, I don't know if my life could have been saved.
That's no joke.
The man was hung upside down and his wand was missing.
Not to mention Muggles, even wizards, if they are not proficient in wandless spellcasting, or have a very strong body, they can hang upside down and stand up on their stomachs, and if they untie their legs themselves, they may have to hang up for the rest of their lives. over there.
Such an embarrassing process and a completely disadvantaged ending made it difficult for him to obtain effective information.
Except for the strange-looking tree man, he didn't even know how the other party cast a spell to make a vine grab his ankle!
"Waste!" Voldemort scolded fiercely, "You don't know anything and yet you answer so loudly! You answer so confidently! You are such a waste!"
Quirrell was sprayed so much that he subconsciously shrank his neck.
Suddenly he remembered that Voldemort was on the back of his head.
What can I do if I shrink my neck? I can't avoid it.
After thinking about this, Quirrell felt less nervous.
"My master, my performance last night is indeed like that. It is already a fact and cannot be modified." He seriously suggested, "What matters is the future results, right? Should we pause our actions first?"
What happened last night...
It's not too big to say it's big, and it's not too small to say it's small.
Even though he was hung upside down, his nature was extremely bad, but Dumbledore seemed like nothing happened.
There was absolutely no movement.
Isn't Hagrid from Dumbledore's side?
Why didn't he relay the relevant information to Dumbledore?
Or is it that Dumbledore received the information, but he had other plans, so he chose to put it on hold for now?
No matter how many questions Quirrell had, the reality was that not many people in school talked about him.
All his experiences were like a dream, no one cared about it, only he knew what happened.
Although there seemed to be no movement in the school, one of the teachers was hung upside down, so how could it be that there was really nothing happening?
Quirrell could feel that there were more sights nearby.
Looking along the line of sight, one can see that the source of the line of sight is either Professor McGonagall who has just passed by in a hurry, or Professor Flitwick who is nodding in the distance.
It was as if they were protecting themselves, and at the same time, they were using themselves to find the mysterious person who was responsible.
In this case, whether it is to steal the magic stone or capture the unicorn, it will become much more difficult.
If you are not careful, you will be exposed. It is better to temporarily suspend the activity to avoid another accident.
This was Quirrell's idea.
Quirrell is now Voldemort's temporary Horcrux.
Since it is a Horcrux, everything about Quirrell is naturally under Voldemort's control.
What he was thinking could be easily sensed by Voldemort even without using Legilimency.
Based on rational analysis, Quirrell's idea makes sense.
Because after he was hung upside down for a round, Hogwarts was now in a state of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside.
It seemed peaceful on the surface, but the faculty and staff seemed to be looking at people with a magnifying glass, carefully observing every suspicious person.
Logically speaking, Quirrell should rest for three to five days and have a good rest.
After Voldemort listened to some of Quirrell's thoughts, he didn't respond for a long time.
It was only when Quirrell thought Voldemort had left that he heard Voldemort's voice.
"Since it's so inconvenient, let's put it aside for the time being." Voldemort shouted fiercely, "Consider him lucky, otherwise we will definitely track him down, dig him out and make him into a human lantern!"
"My master, even if we can't take action now, we just can't continue matters related to the Sorcerer's Stone and the Unicorn. As for finding the mysterious man, we can make some other progress." Quirrell said flatteringly.
"Oh? Do you have an idea?"
Voldemort became interested and directly pried into Quirrell's thoughts.
Quirrell stumbled, trying to explain, complain, and seek comfort.
But he found the wrong person.
Voldemort has never been that understanding and willing to listen to others' complaints and comfort them.
In other words, he was like that before.But now, it's a different story.
After cutting his soul to create multiple Horcruxes, he lost his true body and had to possess rodents, struggling to stay alive.
That kind of life has lasted for more than ten years, and it is impossible for his temperament not to change.
Today Voldemort only wants to be resurrected.
He didn't even think too much about what would happen after resurrection.
What will you do after resurrection?
Stepping on Dumbledore?A purge in the wizarding world?Or punish former traitors?
Voldemort felt that it was okay, it didn't matter, as long as he could recover his body and be resurrected first, then let's talk about it.
resurrection!Everything exists for resurrection!
Therefore, he doesn't care at all about Quirrell's problems and emotions.
He would only urge again and again to get Quirrell to move and act to satisfy his resurrection.
"Have you thought of a way to find out the mysterious man last night?" Voldemort asked coldly, "And the guy who attacked you, is he the same person as that person? Do you have any clue?"
"If it's the same person, why did he target you? If not, why did so many people suddenly target you? Have you thought about this?"
"I..." Quirrell wanted to retort, but he didn't know where to start.
"You don't know anything, you don't know anything, how can you still have the leisure to wash your face?"
Voldemort kept questioning.
"What would you do if Dumbledore found out about you? What would you do if you were kicked out of school the next moment? Wash, wash, just wash your face. What's the point of washing? It's not business at all. Damn it, just waste time on such useless things. Isn’t cleaning it up enough to solve your problem? Did you have poor grades when you were in school? You can’t even master this magic spell? "
Quirrell was chanted so much that his head began to swell and hurt.
"I will act immediately, I will act immediately!" He quickly expressed his position for fear that Voldemort would continue to read.
Then, he asked cautiously: "What should I do?"
He spent all his energy on washing his face, and he had no time to think about and study what Voldemort mentioned.
In fact, if Voldemort hadn't forced him to start taking action immediately, he would have been able to wash for a while longer.
Washing his face is now what he wants to do most!
If you are on leave or not in class, you have to wash it!
"What do you think about the subsequent attack?" Voldemort asked.
"No, I don't even know who is doing this!"
Quirrell shouted back.
Last night was really embarrassing.
If Hagrid hadn't been nearby, I don't know if my life could have been saved.
That's no joke.
The man was hung upside down and his wand was missing.
Not to mention Muggles, even wizards, if they are not proficient in wandless spellcasting, or have a very strong body, they can hang upside down and stand up on their stomachs, and if they untie their legs themselves, they may have to hang up for the rest of their lives. over there.
Such an embarrassing process and a completely disadvantaged ending made it difficult for him to obtain effective information.
Except for the strange-looking tree man, he didn't even know how the other party cast a spell to make a vine grab his ankle!
"Waste!" Voldemort scolded fiercely, "You don't know anything and yet you answer so loudly! You answer so confidently! You are such a waste!"
Quirrell was sprayed so much that he subconsciously shrank his neck.
Suddenly he remembered that Voldemort was on the back of his head.
What can I do if I shrink my neck? I can't avoid it.
After thinking about this, Quirrell felt less nervous.
"My master, my performance last night is indeed like that. It is already a fact and cannot be modified." He seriously suggested, "What matters is the future results, right? Should we pause our actions first?"
What happened last night...
It's not too big to say it's big, and it's not too small to say it's small.
Even though he was hung upside down, his nature was extremely bad, but Dumbledore seemed like nothing happened.
There was absolutely no movement.
Isn't Hagrid from Dumbledore's side?
Why didn't he relay the relevant information to Dumbledore?
Or is it that Dumbledore received the information, but he had other plans, so he chose to put it on hold for now?
No matter how many questions Quirrell had, the reality was that not many people in school talked about him.
All his experiences were like a dream, no one cared about it, only he knew what happened.
Although there seemed to be no movement in the school, one of the teachers was hung upside down, so how could it be that there was really nothing happening?
Quirrell could feel that there were more sights nearby.
Looking along the line of sight, one can see that the source of the line of sight is either Professor McGonagall who has just passed by in a hurry, or Professor Flitwick who is nodding in the distance.
It was as if they were protecting themselves, and at the same time, they were using themselves to find the mysterious person who was responsible.
In this case, whether it is to steal the magic stone or capture the unicorn, it will become much more difficult.
If you are not careful, you will be exposed. It is better to temporarily suspend the activity to avoid another accident.
This was Quirrell's idea.
Quirrell is now Voldemort's temporary Horcrux.
Since it is a Horcrux, everything about Quirrell is naturally under Voldemort's control.
What he was thinking could be easily sensed by Voldemort even without using Legilimency.
Based on rational analysis, Quirrell's idea makes sense.
Because after he was hung upside down for a round, Hogwarts was now in a state of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside.
It seemed peaceful on the surface, but the faculty and staff seemed to be looking at people with a magnifying glass, carefully observing every suspicious person.
Logically speaking, Quirrell should rest for three to five days and have a good rest.
After Voldemort listened to some of Quirrell's thoughts, he didn't respond for a long time.
It was only when Quirrell thought Voldemort had left that he heard Voldemort's voice.
"Since it's so inconvenient, let's put it aside for the time being." Voldemort shouted fiercely, "Consider him lucky, otherwise we will definitely track him down, dig him out and make him into a human lantern!"
"My master, even if we can't take action now, we just can't continue matters related to the Sorcerer's Stone and the Unicorn. As for finding the mysterious man, we can make some other progress." Quirrell said flatteringly.
"Oh? Do you have an idea?"
Voldemort became interested and directly pried into Quirrell's thoughts.
