The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the morning, Quirrell was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. He suddenly leaned out of bed, and a severe pain spread all over his body, causing him to bark.

Last night, Quirrell's master, the famous Dark Lord, punished him with black magic because he was dissatisfied with his efficiency.

Voldemort was not a benevolent master, and Quirrell was still sore from the negative effects of the Cruciatus.

He stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks to hide the pain on his face. It wasn't that his work efficiency was low, but that this kind of thing simply couldn't happen quickly.

A professor who can be invited by Dumbledore to set up levels for the Philosopher's Stone has his own skills. Even if he can subdue one or two and ask for information about the organization that protects the Philosopher's Stone, he will inevitably expose himself, let alone stealing it. With the Philosopher's Stone, it's a question of being able to escape from the school.

Moreover, the professors were all instructed by Dumbledore not to disclose the mechanism that protects the Philosopher's Stone to anyone.

Quirrell was no exception, and he didn't dare to blatantly ask other professors. He could only inadvertently lead the topic in this direction through daily communication. For example, today I saw someone sneaking into the corridor of the restricted area on the fourth floor. Bitten by that three-headed dog.

However, over a month later, Quirrell is still getting nothing, his master is losing patience, and last night it was a warning that if Quirrell can't complete the task, he will do it himself when Voldemort gathers his strength, by then his life It will burn out like a fireworks in full bloom.

Quirrell struggled out of bed and poured himself a pain-suppressing potion. He came to the mirror and looked at the pale young man in the mirror.

Quirrell turned sideways. In the mirror, Quirrell's head had a terrifying face on the back. It was Voldemort. Its eyes were closed, and there were two slender nostrils. If you didn't look carefully, you would think that this The face has no nose.

This was the terrible punishment Voldemort gave Quirrell after his last defeat. He possessed Quirrell's body, using his life as nourishment, slowly regaining his physical strength.

However, considering the difficulty of Quirrell's mission, Voldemort has been in a semi-dormant state, slowly accumulating physical strength, and avoiding excessive consumption of Quirrell's life.

However, the moment Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, his life entered a countdown. If he did not get the Philosopher's Stone, he would die in a short time, so Voldemort was not worried that Quirrell would not try his best to help him steal magic. Shi, only Quirrell's slow progress made the Dark Lord very dissatisfied.

"I will succeed, I will definitely get the Philosopher's Stone." Quirrell murmured into the mirror. He took a large scarf from the shelf next to him, and hid the face on the back of his head, not forgetting to give the scarf Use magic to prevent someone from tearing the big scarf off his head when he's not looking.

Quirrell didn't forget that not long ago, Peeves, who was famous for being mischievous in the school, stared at the big scarf above his head, and even tried to pull it off to see if there was garlic in it. Luckily, he reacted promptly, otherwise God knows what would have happened.

Quirrell had been careful ever since that incident, and would spell his big scarf to prevent Peeves or other students from forcibly pulling it off his head.

After packing up everything and getting himself back on his feet, Quirrell went to the auditorium for dinner as usual. When he passed the fourth floor, Quirrell vaguely saw a familiar figure walking towards him, so he couldn't help but quicken his steps and turn around. It took a few turns to get rid of the opponent.

Albert Anderson.

The talented wizard at Hogwarts.

Yet the very student most professors liked was one of the last people Quirrell didn't want to see at Hogwarts.

He simply couldn't understand why the other party had so many tricky questions. All the Hogwarts students together would not necessarily have as many questions as Albert.

In every third-year Gryffindor class, the Hogwarts genius always asks him,

Forget it in class. If he encounters him on the way after class, he will be asked questions. Those tricky questions are not easy to answer. Quirrell feels that he may be driven crazy by the other party at any time.

For this reason, Quirrell now chooses to walk around Albert, so as not to be met by the other party again. However, even though he has achieved this level, Quirrell finds that he can still meet each other often, as if Albert Know your exact location.

Quirrell had consulted other Hogwarts professors about this, and everyone said that Albert had a good relationship with the first two Defence Against the Dark Arts professors.

Frequently asking questions from Defence Against the Dark Arts professors is also the norm.

Especially when Quirrell knew that when he took office and he would often invite Albert over for afternoon tea, the expression on his face froze completely, and he held back and didn't swear directly.

Damn genius, damn Albert.

Invite the other party to have tea in the afternoon?

snort!

He certainly wouldn't mind asking the other party to taste the Cruciatus if he could.

Quirrell thought viciously.

Just having a meal in the restaurant, he casually chatted with Professor Flitwick next to him, and involuntarily turned his eyes to the Gryffindor table, where Harry Potter was eating.

The famous Harry Potter.

Perhaps, if he can find an opportunity to kill him, he will definitely be rewarded by the Dark Lord!

Quirrell knew that Harry Potter was interested in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor, maybe getting him killed by the dog. Well, that's a pretty good idea.

Or let him fall to his death while he's playing Quidditch.

When Quirrell was thinking about how to kill Potter, a large number of owls poured into the hall with letters and packages, and one of them flew towards the teacher's bench and threw a small package in front of Quirrell.

Quirrell hadn't expected to receive the owl mail at all.

After all, he hasn't mailed anything lately.

Who sent it?

Quirrell's eyes fell on the sender:

Harry Potter?

At this moment, his mind was a little confused, and he instinctively looked at Harry Potter's position.

Quirrell couldn't understand why the famous savior would send him something.

However, Quirrell didn't open the package immediately, but put it away and waited for the morning class to return to his office before taking the time to open the package.

Inside the package was a letter, plus a strange bottle.

Quirrell opened the letter first, and it told what was in the bottle.

It's just that Quirrell couldn't understand, what does this thing have to do with the treasure of the treasure map?

What is the Vampire Retreat Amulet?

The moment Quirrell opened the bottle, he regretted it, the horrible smell filling the room and making him smell like vomiting.

Instinct allowed him to reseal the bottle at the first time.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed in Quirrell's mind, was he being teased by the savior Potter?

No, that shouldn't be the case.

Could it be that the sender of the letter was not Harry Potter at all, but only sent himself a letter in the name of Harry Potter?

Quirrell suddenly remembered something.

Not long ago, a pair of red-haired twins tried to recommend him a garlic-smelling vampire amulet?

Could it be... are they?

Did they send this thing to themselves in Harry Potter's name just to make fun of themselves?

Quirrell's cheeks contorted at the thought.

However, he quickly calmed down again, because such a possibility is not high.

Unless, the red-haired twins want to frame Harry Potter?

But why do they do this?

No, that shouldn't be the case.

After all, there was a boy in the Weasleys who was Harry Potter's friend, so they shouldn't be doing it at all.

There is only one possibility now.

Is this really a gift from Harry Potter?

But why would Harry Potter do this?

Quirrell pondered Harry Potter's motives carefully, looked at the contents of the parchment again, and suddenly realized.

It turned out that the amulet was for him to expel vampires.

Last time, Quirrell had mentioned in front of the class that he was afraid of being troubled by vampires.

Although he wanted to understand the reason, he didn't know why he didn't appreciate the savior who sent him the amulet, and even wanted to kill Harry Potter.

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