Aphasia at Hogwarts

"It needs a little time to recuperate, maybe Hagrid can take care of it for a while," Guan Qiong said.

An excited expression appeared on Hagrid's face. To be honest, although he knew that there were unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, he had never touched a live one. It was a magical creature with its own pride, and he was not allowed to get close to it at all. Chance.

"That's a very good thing." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Let me see, the wizard Guan Qiong protected the unicorn from harm in the Forbidden Forest, Gryffindor, add fifty points!"

His voice was passionate and melodious, and as the night wind blew into Hogwarts Castle, the huge hourglass recording the College Cup score changed accordingly. I believe that the Gryffindor students will be surprised when they wake up tomorrow morning to see it.

Because at this time, Gryffindor's score has come to second, and it is only a dozen points away from Slytherin, who is the first.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other with excitement and joy in their eyes. They had been paying attention to the score before, so naturally they calculated the score clearly at the first time.

With the efforts of Guan Qiong and Hermione during this period and this action, all the college points that were deducted because of the two of them before came back.

As for Harry, there will be another Quidditch match next time, and that's when he will do his best. As long as he wins, he will be able to achieve an all-out lead against Slytherin House.

"Thank you very much, Professor Dumbledore." Guan Qiong also had a smile on his face.

"You deserve it, boy, your Fire Charm is very good, of course, it would be nice if you could concentrate a little more," said Dumbledore.

A little more focus?

Guan Qiong didn't have time to think, Dumbledore said again, "Okay, children, you must be very tired, go back to the dormitory to rest, tomorrow is Saturday, you can have a good sleep."

Malfoy wanted to go back a long time ago. Hearing this, he was the first to run forward, but stopped when he saw that Guan Qiong and Harry and Hermione didn't move.

It's not that they want to be together, it's just that the road is quite dark, if that thing appears halfway, he's not as powerful as Guan Qiong.

Guan Qiong looked at Dumbledore and Snape standing next to him with an indifferent face, guessing that they probably wanted to talk about what happened just now, and he didn't bother to care about it, so he comforted the unicorn and told it to come back tomorrow Look at it, then walk towards the castle.

Harry and Hermione followed behind him, and Malfoy followed, some distance away, but not too far away.

"Good night, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape." After Hagrid finished speaking, he also walked towards his hut. The unicorn had already stepped to the side of the hut and found a place to rest out of the wind.

Only Snape and Dumbledore were left here, their black and white robes blown by the wind like two pairs of huge wings.

"I said I would protect Harry, Severus." After a long time, Dumbledore spoke slowly, his voice became serious, and his face was expressionless.

"There's nothing wrong with Guan Qiong, is there?" Snape replied, his expression was so indifferent, like the cold wind in the night.

"It's wrong for you to do this, Severus, you put the life of one student above another." Dumbledore's tone was flat, but he could feel the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"I don't want to discuss this with you. No one was injured or killed today. Your statement is meaningless." Snape said.

Silence, silence is like a thick night, enveloping the two of them.

"Have you caught up with him?" After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore asked another question.

"No, he hid himself well," Snape replied, "but I can smell him, he's back."

"He's back." Dumbledore said softly, "Of course I know that he will be back, but in what form is he coming back?"

This is the problem to be found out in the action tonight, but unfortunately, the opportunity was missed by Snape.

"You are too weak, Albus, as long as you arrest Quirrell, I have a hundred ways to make him give you the answer you want." Snape said.

"No, Quirrell will keep it for the time being." Dumbledore rejected Snape's suggestion.

"He is an anchor. As long as he is in the school, Voldemort will not leave here and wander elsewhere. This is a good opportunity. We can't startle the snake."

"Whatever you want, Albus, I just want you to promise something." Snape's dark eyes stared at Dumbledore's blue pupils.

"Why question an old man's love for children, Severus, nothing will happen to any student, I promise," said Dumbledore.

Snape gave him a deep look and turned to leave.

The black wind blew his black cloak, hiding him in darkness.

Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed deeply, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper.

In the Forbidden Forest, a figure wrapped in a cloak fell to the ground, twisting his body continuously, as if he was experiencing endless pain.

"Master. Please, let me go, master." Quirrell trembled and begged for mercy, his body kept rolling on the ground.

"Just...why...don't let me absorb...your power." A cold, filthy voice came from behind Quirrell's head, full of anger.

If Quirrell hadn't resisted just now, he would have killed the little wizard long ago, it was just a death curse.

"Master, I'm too weak to bear your devouring." Quirrell said painfully, holding his head.

The hood was lifted inadvertently, revealing a pale and aging face.

Quirrell's face was covered with age spots and wrinkles, his eyes were dull, and his body was extremely weak.

Panting heavily, he begged for mercy from Voldemort who was clinging to him.

"Master, please give me some more time. I will find other magical animals and use their blood to restore your strength."

"Stupid. The centaurs have found us. The Forbidden Forest is not safe. We have to go back." Voldemort said indifferently.

"I understand, master, I will find the Philosopher's Stone and restore your strength." Quirrell said hastily.

"This is... your... last... chance." Voldemort's voice was extremely indifferent, and as his words ended, a strong suction reappeared, absorbing Quirrell's life force magic and other things.

Quirrell's face seemed to be swallowed by a monster from the inside, and he began to pull and sag. He clutched his face tightly, feeling the loss of life and power in his body.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't want to kill him yet, so at the last moment, he stopped.

Quirrell was panting heavily. At this time, he was even weaker than before, almost like an old man with half a foot in a coffin.

But he's not dead, he's alive.

Quirrell became more relaxed in his heart, as long as he was alive, there was hope in life.

And Voldemort on him fell into a deep sleep again after absorbing enough vitality and magic power to maintain his soul.

Quirrell stood up slowly, took out a bottle of pitch-black potion from his body, and drank it.

His life, which was like a candle in the wind, burned at a faster speed, and the weakness on his body also disappeared quickly, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and his eyes returned to their previous appearance.

However, the only price was that his life was less than three months away.

And there is only one way to save him.

Elixir of life.

Magic stone!