Return of Salazar Slytherin

89- Dumbledore shouldn’t set the levels alone

What is the culprit who killed unicorns and stole unicorn bodies according to the centaurs doing now?

Professor Quirrell is crawling in the dark corner of the Forbidden Forest.

Daphne and Rhys' pendent's spells caused him severe damage. After he managed to run for a distance, he was completely exhausted and couldn't even walk upright.

"Waste!" A muffled roar came from Professor Quirrell's turban. "If you can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you?"

Although the turban somewhat blocked the sound, the anger and hatred in the voice were still clearly exposed.

No one who heard this voice would in their right mind think that the one shouting like a child who was punched in the face and had their candy taken was the once-feared Dark Lord. If they had known that the source of the voice was the infamous Voldemort, one can only imagine how terrified many people would have been.

Quirrell shuddered and tried to defend himself: "Master, I..."

"Let me do it!" Without giving Quirrell a chance to speak, control of Quirrell's body was taken away by Voldemort behind his head.

Voldemort used this body that did not belong to him without any mercy. After Quirrell was injured, many of his movements became cautious, fearing that he would aggravate his injuries, but Voldemort did not have such concerns, and his movements were wide and open, as if he was not injured at all.

Pain? Voldemort had long been accustomed to it. Every minute and every second after becoming a wandering spirit was like a thousand cuts of torture. This little pain was nothing at the moment.

As for what would happen to Quirrell's body, what did that have to do with him? Ever since he possessed Quirrell, Quirrell had been a living dead.

All the promises Voldemort made to Quirrell, all the beautiful visions he had drawn for him, were lies. Quirrell's ending was no different from those of the poisonous snakes and rats he had possessed. When he drained the nutrients from this body, Quirrell would die, and any action he took would only delay the arrival of that day.

Under Voldemort's efforts, dozens of drops of silver-blue blood slid out of the wound. Although Daphne's act of turning unicorn blood into bullets also injured Quirrell, it accidentally provided him with some unicorn blood, prolonging his life.

After taking the blood, his complexion improved a lot.

"Unfortunately, we have attracted too many people's attention. We can no longer hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest." Voldemort said with regret.

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Since possessing Quirrell, Voldemort has been planning to seize the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the castle by Dumbledore.

He did not notice the abnormality in this matter. Putting himself in his shoes, Voldemort thought that Dumbledore's time was coming, so he hurriedly went to his friend Nicolas Flamel to ask for the Philosopher's Stone in order to prolong his life. The desire for the Philosopher's Stone and the weakness of his soul defeated Voldemort's reason and made him ignore all unreasonable things.

Through a series of means, Quirrell finally found a way to crack those guard levels. He just needed to wait for Voldemort on the back of his head to recover enough strength, and then he could take action.

According to Voldemort's estimation, in order to regain enough strength, he needed to hunt down at least two unicorns and suck their blood. Originally, everything went smoothly and they could go to get the Philosopher's Stone after tonight, but now they were interrupted and the plan to seize the Philosopher's Stone could only be delayed further.

"Master..." Quirrell stammered, as if he wanted to say something.

Ignoring Quirrell's voice, Voldemort made a new plan on his own: "You can't rely on the unicorn's blood. What you need to do next is to prepare the potion every day using the potion formula I gave you, and then take the medicine on time. When I recover some strength, we will start again..."

His voice gradually became lower, but before falling asleep, Voldemort reattached Quirrell's severed arm and healed his other wounds.

Looking at the wounds that healed quickly and the broken limbs that were reattached, Quirrell was overjoyed: With such profound magical power, what could he not do? When he took the Philosopher's Stone and his master regained his life, he would get a reward he could never dream of!

How could he know that everything in front of him was obtained by overdrawing his vitality. At this moment, Quirrell looked very healthy, but the body under that good skin was almost hollowed out by Voldemort.

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"An interesting experience." After Daphne finished telling him about what happened in the Forbidden Forest last night, Rhys picked up a silver pot and asked Daphne, "Would you like some black tea?"

Daphne curled her lips: She thought her experience would surprise Rhys, but she didn't expect him to remain calm from beginning to end, as if he had experienced all these things last night.

"The spell was your necklace is quite useful. Without it, I'm afraid the stalemate would have continued for a while." Daphne did not forget to praise the birthday gift that Rhys gave her. It really helped a lot last night. "

Rhys smiled slightly: Of course it is useful. This necklace is very difficult to make. He spent a lot of effort to make it.

While chatting with Daphne, he was also thinking about his next plan.

'Quirrell has started to hunt unicorns, which means that the thing in his body is already accumulating strength.

I just don't know when he will go to steal the Philosopher's Stone? Will the interruption of the hunting activity by Daphne affect Quirrell's plan?'

All signs indicate that Quirrell, or the thing inside him, can't bear it any longer, and Rhys thinks he should do something before him.

After all, it's not just Harry Potter who's taking part in the "game", there's also Daphne, and Dumbledore shouldn't be the only one setting the "levels".

"By the way, shall we go to the library later? The finals are in a few weeks, shouldn't we make a review plan?"

Rhys stared at Daphne as if she were a strange creature until she lowered her head.

'Final review? Me?! Miss Greengrass, are you even listening to what you are talking about?'

For Rhys, there is no difference between getting full marks in all subjects and getting zero marks in all subjects. If it weren't for the fact that his absence was too conspicuous, he wouldn't even want to take the exam.

If only someone could take the exam for him... Eh?!

Rhys narrowed his eyes.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll leave first. You go do your thing." Rhys pushed the plate aside and left the hall straight away, and at the same time stopped Daphne who was trying to follow him - he wanted to act alone this time.

Acting alone, Rhys returned to the Chamber of Secrets and entered a secret room within the Chamber of Secrets. This was his own makeshift potion laboratory, where some potions that he didn't want Daphne to know about were prepared.

If Quirrell accidentally stumbled into this place, he would be shocked, because at this moment, there were five stones that looked very much like the Philosopher's Stone on Rhys's laboratory table!

In the crucible on one side, there was a pot of blood-red liquid boiling, and in the liquid there was a stone that looked exactly like the real Philosopher's Stone floating up and down.

Rhys walked into his laboratory, took the stone out of the crucible, then squinted his eyes and observed it carefully.

In Rhys's opinion, this stone cannot have any flaws.

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