Chapter 71： Quirrell: I want to write a big tragic word (MD sent in the wrong place)

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When Fisch used the newly awakened rejuvenation technique to completely heal his injury, Voldemort, who was on the other side, was seriously exhausted and chose to return the control of his body to Quirrell, and then he fell into a deep sleep on his own.

Quirrell dragged his bruised body and fled Hogwarts.

With his current state, he didn't dare to stay at Hogwarts for a long time, at least he had to raise his injuries outside until there was no clue before he could come back.

There was a bitterness in Quirrell's heart. Because he wanted to hang Voldemort, he had been using his savings to buy various potions for the Dark Lord to take. Now he has to heal himself. Quirrell’s money is already There is not much left.

Although Voldemort had given him a few addresses with some valuable things hidden in them, if those things were used, the Dark Lord's evaluation of himself would definitely be lowered.

At this time, Quirrell was still imagining what kind of reward Voldemort could give him after his resurrection, so he would never use the Dark Lord's private possession as a last resort.

Even though there are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell would not dare to attack until he made plans to seize the Sorcerer's Stone, so he could only use his own savings to carry it.

The only good thing is that he didn't notify anyone when he returned to school this time, so he didn't have to ask for leave from Dumbledore.

Quirrell quietly left, just as he came quietly...

It was already a week before Quirrell recovered his injuries outside and returned to Hogwarts.

"Quilinas, you finally came back."

When Quirrell returned to school, Dumbledore took the initiative to find him, "I have something wrong and need your help."

"Yes—Yes—what is—what can I do—for—for you?"

Quirrell changed back to his stammering and cowardly appearance.

"It's actually like this..." Behind the half-moon lens, the blue eyes shone inexplicably. "I have something to hide in Hogwarts. I want to ask you, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Is there any good way to prevent others from stealing it."

"I—I—I can ask, is it—what is it—thing?"

Qi Luo's heart jumped sharply, suppressing the excitement in his heart forcibly, and asked cautiously.

"Oh, of course, there is nothing to hide," Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the regret in his eyes, and replied, "I don't know if you remember the news that Gringotts was stolen before school started, I It’s that thing to protect—the Philosopher’s Stone that Nick LeMay gave me to keep."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, seeming to wait for Quirrell to digest the news before continuing: "Actually I wanted to find you two weeks ago, but you suddenly asked for leave, and the result has been delayed until now."

"Yes—Is it? That—that—that's really no—no—unfortunately..."

Qi Luo forced a smile, gritted his teeth and said.

At the same time, he roared loudly from the bottom of his heart—then what was the sin I suffered for more than ten days? ! !

"It's okay," Dumbledore didn't know what Quirrell had experienced in the past two weeks. He smiled and said, "The other professors have also contributed, so the Philosopher's Stone is still safe."

"That-that-that's good, this-such a treasure-a treasure-a treasure, you can see-look-optimistic about it."

It took a lot of effort for Quirrell to suppress the grief and anger in his heart. He casually dealt with it, and then asked the question that most concerned: "Magic-Magic-Sorcerer's Stone is now-in-in-where-where? What do I—I—I do?"

"A treasure? Maybe it is..."

Dumbledore didn't answer Quirrell's question right away, instead he cared more about what he said casually.

After sighing for a while, he replied slowly: "I need you to prepare a plan for me to protect the magic stone. It can be some kind of magic trap, or some kind of powerful spell, or some kind of good looking. The magical creatures of the door...In short, as long as you can block the sad guys who covet the Philosopher’s Stone, let me know when you are ready, and I will take you to the scene to arrange it."

【Humph! 】

Hearing Dumbledore's statement, Voldemort sneered disdainfully in Quirrell's mind.

"I—I—I know."

Quirrell, who dared not expose the slightest abnormality, nodded his head, and at the same time made a decision in his heart immediately, but in order not to reveal the urgency in his heart, he planned to reply to Dumbledore in a few days.

...

Three days later, Quirrell found Dumbledore and told him that he had prepared the means to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

"Thank you, Quelinas," Dumbledore's gaze passed through the half-moon lens, staying on Quirrell's face for a moment, and then said, "I'll be waiting for you at nine o'clock tonight in the foyer. "

Quillo nodded, turned and left the principal's room.

As the sky gradually darkened, the time soon arrived at nine o'clock in the evening, and the students who were still wandering outside returned to their dormitories one after another, while Filch took his cat and started wandering in the castle.

Quirrell walked out of his office and walked to the hall on the first floor. In order to show that he didn't care about the Sorcerer's Stone, he waited until nine o'clock before leaving the house.

"Hug—sorry, I'm here—come—come late."

Quirrell, who was deliberately late, found that in addition to Dumbledore in the hall, there was also a Hogwarts hunting ground guard Ruber Hagrid.

"Evening-on-good on, sea-Hagrid."

Although it was not clear why Hagrid was here, Quirrell greeted him.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Hagrid happily nodded and replied.

"Good evening, Quirinas, let's go."

Dumbledore greeted with a smile, then took the lead and walked upstairs, Hagrid and Quirrell quickly followed.

Dumbledore and Hagrid were both taller and had a long walk. The relatively short Quirrold had to trot to keep up with them, but he was anxious to know the exact location of the Philosopher’s Stone. Naturally, there will be no complaints.

The three of them quickly came to the end of the corridor on the right on the fourth floor, and Qi Luo looked at the familiar wooden door with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although he had long guessed that the Philosopher’s Stone was mostly hidden behind this door, after confirming it, Quirrell was not happy at all. Thinking back to the sins he had suffered before, he felt like a fool. Do some useless work.

Fortunately, now that he has confirmed the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone, he just needs to find a way to sneak in.

Quirrell suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart and silently wrote down Dumbledore's method of opening the wooden door.

"?——"

When Dumbledore opened the wooden door and walked in, Lu Wei's low roar immediately came out.

"Hey! Lu Wei! Good boy, it's me!"

Hagrid hurriedly squeezed in the door to comfort the huge three-headed dog.

When Lu Wei saw Hagrid's appearance, he calmed down, licking and sniffing next to him.

"Oh ha ha ha, good boy, good boy."

Hagrid took turns stroking Lu Wei's three heads and praised cheerfully, not caring about the drool that he was licked on his face.

"This is the watchdog that Hagrid helped prepare," Dumbledore said to Quirrell, who came in last. "You can see that, even if it's me, Lu Wei doesn't give any face, it only recognizes Hagrid."

"And Feish."

Hagrid, who was interacting with Lu Wei, suddenly turned his head and said a name that made Quirrell hateful.

"Oh, yes, there is also Feish," Dumbledore suddenly smiled with a crease when he mentioned Feish. Fei Xu tried to pass the trapdoor several times, but was stopped."

Dumbledore added, pointing to the trapdoor at the feet of Guiluwei.

He was mainly worried that Quirrell would go against Feish in order to pass Luwei's guards, so he simply informed in advance.

It's just that Dumbledore was too late to say this. Quirrell had already approached Phish, and he suffered a great loss.

"Yes-yes-is it? That's really-really good-good-good dog."

Qi Luoqiang smiled and praised, but only he knew the desolation in his heart.

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