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Chapter 49 Old Tom and Young Wife Quirrell

The World of Harry Potter, Hogwarts, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Aqiu! Ah Qiu! Ah~ Qiu——"

He sneezed three times in a row so loudly that he couldn't be louder. Quivering unconsciously, he pulled the robe on his body, trying to make his skin and clothes stick as close as possible, wanting to let himself gain more Warm, the reason is naturally that he seems to have caught a cold.

"Damn Snape, he was the one who poured cold water on me, how could I suddenly... ah—chou—"

However, it doesn't matter for Quirrell to catch a cold and sneeze, but the "hot man" on the back of his head can't hold back anymore, he just feels his face being pulled violently.

This time, the wound that had just been scarred opened again, and this time the injury was even worse.

Old Tom said that he was about to crack, and he shouted in a sharp voice:
"idiot!!!"

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

"Hurry up and give me the scalding potion!"

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

And at the place where the back of Quirrell's head should be, there is a face, the color of that face is as dead white as pork soaked in water for three days, the bloodshot eyes look red, and the gaze seems to be able to kill people.

Further down, there are two slender nostrils like snakes. The most terrifying thing is that there are countless red spots and bubbles on that face, all of which were burnt. The hideous appearance is almost no different from that of a ghost .

This miserable-looking guy is naturally our Dark Lord, Voldemort, and old Tom.

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

But before he swallowed it, the strong nausea made him completely unable to control his mouth, and he spit it out immediately.

"What's in this potion? Why does it taste like house-elf feces?!"

Quirrell shivered again.

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

He just opened his mouth tremblingly, with some powerless excuses:

"This is the potion I asked for from Pomfrey, yes, there shouldn't be any strange things added..."

I didn't mean to listen to Quirrell's explanation at all. Although it felt very disgusting, who was Old Tom? !He is Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and he can still bear this little thing.

Suppressing the nausea, in three seconds, not a single point was missed, Old Tom finally drank the potion with a "special" taste, not a single drop was left.

Just after drinking, feeling the "afterglow fragrance" in his mouth that was similar to feces, Old Tom's eyes became redder, and he asked again in his sharp voice:
"Have you found out who did it?"

Burned by a wizard, beaten in the face with clothes, and washed with cold water...

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

Even if he was turned into this by his own Avada Kedavra, it would not be so humiliating! ! !

"Master... no..."

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

……

A certain cat is wandering in the Forbidden Forest, wanting to see if there are any cheap cats to pick up: "Ah Qiu~"

"Huh? Is that beauty missing me? Or is that idiot scolding me? Forget it..."

……

Look back to Quirrell.

Quirrell was still trembling, his whole face was wrinkled like a bunch of chrysanthemums, and he even said with a bit of crying in his tone:
"Could it be that Dumbledore found you?"

"Oh, don't be stupid. If Dumbledore found me, you would have died long ago. Now Dumbledore thinks I'm hiding in the Albanian forest. It's impossible for him to think that I'm actually in his Move under your nose!"

He sneered sarcastically, but Old Tom wasn't too complacent, the expression on his face was slightly retracted, and then he continued:

"Of course, he must have noticed that you have a problem. I never underestimate Dumbledore."

Having said that, Voldemort paused for a moment, then returned to the arrogance of the villain, and said sarcastically:
"But Dumbledore is confident. He and I are the same people who think they can control everything. So Quirrell, figure out everything about you, who are you working for, and who wants to get the Philosopher's Stone Before, Dumbledore would never rush to catch you. His confidence is our opportunity."

"However, I feel that Snape always looked at me viciously."

Hearing Voldemort's comforting words, Quirrell sobbed like a little daughter-in-law for a while, and then made his own suggestion.

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

With that said, Quirrell sneezed again and stammered.

"Heh~ Snape~ hiss..."

As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, Voldemort laughed straight away, but it was a pity that he seemed to look at the wound on his face, and took another breath of air from the pain, then restrained his expression and continued:

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

Hearing Voldemort speak out his heart, Quirrell couldn't help shaking again, and hastily opened his mouth to defend:

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

"enough."

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

"Don't be afraid, my faithful servant. With me and the Dark Lord, nothing will happen. The Dark Lord will not forget the good servant who helped him in times of crisis. When I am born again, The rewards will definitely not be less, power or even eternal life, I can do it easily..."

Voldemort's words seemed to be full of bewitching magic, and Quirrell's cowardly face suddenly showed a trace of ferocious desire, his eyes widened like a mad dog, and he couldn't stop murmuring:

"Yes, my master, I have figured out the location of the unicorn, and the herbs are ready, as long as you recover your strength..."

……

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, Xiao Yiren, who was about to return, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He felt as if he was being watched by something strange, and he couldn't help being covered in assholes.

But after activating the Super Sensation Charm and observing the surroundings carefully, he found nothing, as if everything was just an illusion.

"Illusion?"

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

(End of this chapter)