Just as Fish used the newly awakened rejuvenation spell to completely heal his injuries, Voldemort, who was seriously exhausted on the other side, chose to return control of his body to Quirrell, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Quirrell dragged his scarred body and fled Hogwarts.

In his current state, he didn't dare to stay at Hogwarts for a long time. He would at least have to recover from his injuries outside until there were no signs of it before he could come back.

There was a bitterness in Quirrell's heart. Because he had to die for Voldemort, he had been using his own savings to buy various potions for the Dark Lord to take. Now he had to treat his own injuries. Quirrell's money was already gone.

There's not much left.

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

At this time, Quirrell was still thinking about what kind of reward Voldemort could give him after his resurrection, so he would never use the Dark Lord's private treasure unless absolutely necessary.

Although there are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell does not dare to attack them before making a plan to seize the Magic Stone, so now he can only use his savings to protect them.

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 anymore.

Quirrell left as quietly as he came...

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

"Quirinas, you are finally back."

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

"Is-is-is there-something that-I can do-for-for you?"

Quirrell returned to his stammering, cowardly self.

"Actually, it's like this..." Behind the half-moon lenses, the pair of blue eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning, "I have something that needs to be hidden in Hogwarts, and I want to ask you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,

Is there any good way to prevent others from stealing it?"

"I-I-can I ask, what-is it?"

Quirrell's heart skipped a beat, he suppressed his inner excitement 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 still remember the news about Gringotts being stolen before school started. I

What I have to protect is that thing - the Philosopher's Stone that Nick Flamel entrusted to me for safekeeping."

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

"Really? That-that-that's really no-no-no coincidence..."

Quirrell forced a smile and said with gritted teeth.

At the same time, he roared loudly in his heart - Then why have I suffered for more than ten days? !!

"It's okay." Dumbledore didn't know what Quirrell had been through in the past two weeks. He smiled and said, "Other professors also contributed, so the Philosopher's Stone is still very safe now."

"That-that's good. This-such a treasure-treasure should be looked at carefully."

Quirrell spent a lot of effort to suppress the grief and anger in his heart. He responded casually, and then asked the question he was most concerned about: "Where is the magic stone now?"

What do you need me to do?"

"Is it a treasure? Maybe..."

Dumbledore did not answer Quirrell's question immediately, but was more concerned about what he said casually.

After sighing with emotion, 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, some kind of powerful spell, or some kind of magic stone that is good at seeing."

The magical creature that opens the door... In short, as long as it can block those pathetic guys who covet the magic stone, let me know when you are ready, and then I will take you to the scene to arrange it."

【snort!】

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

"I-I-I know."

Quirrell, who did not dare to reveal the slightest abnormality, nodded obediently, and at the same time, he immediately made a decision in his heart. However, 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 for your hard work, Quilinus," Dumbledore's eyes passed through the half-moon lenses, lingering on Quirrell's face for a moment, and then said: "At nine o'clock tonight, I will wait for you in the foyer.

"

Quirrell nodded, turned and left the principal's office.

As the sky gradually darkened, the time soon came to nine o'clock in the evening. The students who were still wandering outside all returned to their dormitories, and Filch took his cat and began to wander around the castle.

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

"Sorry, I'm late."

Quirrell, who arrived deliberately late, found that in addition to Dumbledore, there was also Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, standing in the entrance hall.

"Have a good evening, Ha-Hagrid."

Although it was unclear why Hagrid was here, Quirrell still said hello to him.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Hagrid nodded cheerfully and responded.

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

Dumbledore smiled and said hello, then led the way upstairs, and Hagrid and Quirrell quickly followed.

Dumbledore and Hagrid were both relatively tall and walked with long strides. Quirrell, who was relatively short, had to jog to keep up with them. However, he was anxious to know the exact location of the Sorcerer's Stone.

Of course there will be no complaints.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The three of them soon arrived at the end of the right corridor on the fourth floor. Quirrell looked at the familiar wooden door with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although he had long guessed that the Sorcerer's Stone was probably hidden behind this door, after he really confirmed it, Quirrell was not happy at all. Recalling the sins he had suffered before, he felt like a fool who had been

Do some useless work.

But fortunately, now that he has confirmed the whereabouts of the Magic Stone, all he needs to do is find a way to sneak in.

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

"?——"

When Dumbledore opened the wooden door and walked in, Lu Wei's low growl immediately came from inside.

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

Hagrid quickly squeezed through the door and comforted the huge three-headed dog.

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

"Oh hehehe, good boy, good boy."

Hagrid stroked Lu Wei's three heads in turn and praised him cheerfully, not caring that he was being licked with saliva.

"This is the watchdog that Hagrid helped prepare," Dumbledore said to Quirrell, who came in last: "You have also seen that even me, Lu Wei will not give any face, it only recognizes Hagrid."

"And Fisch."

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

"Oh, yes, and Fish," mentioned Fish, Dumbledore immediately burst into laughter, "The child's affinity is incredible, but Lu Wei is still very conscientious in guarding, Fish thought several times

Everyone who tried to pass through that trap door was stopped."

Dumbledore pointed to the trap door at Lu Wei's feet and added.

He was mainly worried that Quirrell would harm Fish in order to pass Lu Wei's guard, so he simply informed him in advance.

It's just that when Dumbledore said this, it was already too late. Quirrell had already found Fish and suffered a big loss at his hands.

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

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

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Chapter completed!