Chapter 22

No one would have thought that a trip would change his life.

Enter the room, quellinus Chilo waved his staff and cast a spell. After carefully doing all the warning work, he took off his heavy scarf and exposed his bald back brain.

"I have fulfilled your orders, master."

Once the cowardice was swept away, Chilo's pale face was extremely flattering, and there was a bit of ruthlessness and malice in his eyes.

He is an excellent disguiser.

Even Dumbledore, the "greatest wizard", failed to notice his "Mask".

"Well done..."

Chilo's closed face slowly opened on the back of his head.

"It's my pleasure, great master."

With an excited look on his face, Chilo seemed to have received the best praise in the world. He grinned, but he didn't dare to laugh, for fear of disturbing the host living in his body.

"Cough, this is a gift, quellinus... A perfect container. I must get him."

At this point, Voldemort raised a weak smile, which looked so happy that he accidentally got a cold drink with ice in the hot sun.

Klein Greendevo.

A child who can improve the spell at the age of 11.

No body can be better than this.

"Of course, my master, you will get everything you want."

After hearing Voldemort's words, Chilo couldn't help feeling a pang of acid. Although intellectually acceptable, but to say a bad word, the little devil with a little talent simply jumped out to "compete for favor" with him.

For what?

Obviously, he is the most loyal and humble servant of the great master!

"Quellinas... Our plan... Needs to be accelerated."

Like a mirror in his heart, he knew Chilo's jealousy, but Voldemort didn't take it seriously. Anyway, all the remaining servants except himself were just chess pieces.

Use it first if it's useful, and throw it away if it's useless.

What a simple truth.

"Yes, my master."

Chilo nodded and thought carefully about the results of his exploration next week.

He's sure, Nick LeMay's Sorcerer's stone must be hidden in Hogwarts, but the specific location is not clear. The most likely location is the headmaster's office on the eighth floor - it's not easy to get in, especially when the owner is still very weak. He can never break through the border under Dumbledore.

however......

If you can lure the tiger away from the mountain, maybe you can have a chance?

"Quellinas... We have to finish the plan in these months... No one can hide it from Dumbledore forever."

As Dumbledore's old rival and student, Voldemort had a natural fear of the smiling old man.

This may have something to do with the experience of the orphanage. On that day, when he saw the greatness of magic, he also planted the seeds of fear for the elderly.

The shadow is hard to dissipate, albus If Dumbledore doesn't die, Voldemort can't feel at ease.

If his soul was not too broken and in urgent need of recovery, he really wanted to endure the old thing and come out of Albania.

Unfortunately, most powerful wizards live long. He doesn't have so much time.

"Of course, my master."

Chilo rolled his eyes and spoke.

"As far as I know, there should be something helpful to your recovery in the Forbidden Forest of the school. If we can sneak into it, maybe we can shorten the planned time..."

"No, No."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Voldemort's weak voice.

"Quellinas, my loyal servant... Now we can't expose, we should keep a low profile as much as possible..."

Voldemort knew what was on Chilo's mind. In fact, he had long known that there was something in the forbidden forest that could help him. He was also eager for it.

Unicorn blood.

This creature, which symbolizes purity, is very magical, and blood is a great tonic. Although there are some trivial curses, the negative effects of his incomplete existence can be ignored.

As for whether it will hurt Chilo

Just as people can't remember how much bread they ate in their life, he has long forgotten how many servants he abandoned.

"Yes, my master, I will be careful."

Chilo nodded respectfully, but his eyes were worried.

He is not good at making magic medicine. The liquid medicine for maintaining the stability of the soul he spent all his wealth is almost used up.

If he hadn't got the magic stone at that time, he might really have to walk around the forbidden forest.

......

"The effect is at least three times that before. It's incredible!"

Alberto Hank narrowed his eyes and examined the healed wound for at least three minutes. After repeatedly confirming that he had no discomfort, he took off his glasses and said a heartfelt praise.

"Improved healing spell" or "new healing spell", this spell brought him too much surprise.

"Klein Greenwald, an 11-year-old spell reformer, is a genius."

No one can understand more clearly than him what impact this spell will bring to the magic world. As the current president of the "St. Mungo magic injury hospital", Alberto has great interest in the child he has never met.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cheer up and press the copper button placed on his desk.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three short bells rang, and a woman's face appeared out of thin air.

"Dean?"

Mrs. norcher, the hospital administrator, looked serious.

"Is there a new patient? Is it Dragon Fire scald or golden dust sore?"

Before Alberto could speak, Mrs. nocher asked. Usually, only in very few serious cases will their Dean be destined to contact the outside world.

"It's different from before, Ms. nocher. I'm going out next week..."

After a second's pause, Alberto touched the beard on his chin.

"Before Thursday, give me a team of ten therapists and I'll take them to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

Mrs. nocher was a little confused at the words of her Dean.

Isn't Hogwarts a school for Wizards?

Even if the Dean wants to lead the team out to exchange and study, he should go to several other well-known magic hospitals. He can't get there.

"Mrs. nocher?"

Seeing that the other party was a little distracted, Abbott coughed a little.

"Sorry, Dean, it's my fault. I'll set up an experienced therapist team. Please rest assured."

No matter what the Dean wants to do, it's not something she, the executive director, needs to worry about. The most important thing is to do her own work honestly. With a promise, Mrs. nocher interrupted the magic communication and got up and left the office.

After giving the task, Alberto also leaned back on the chair with satisfaction, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Such a young man who has shown great talent for therapeutic magic since childhood is worth paying attention to in advance. He will be recruited into the hospital in a few years and is also the seedling of a top therapist.