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Chapter 283 Voldemort is resurrected?

"Professor Quirrell!"

Professor McGonagall had already run over, but when she saw Quirrell staying where he was, he turned into a human and ran back.

"Professor Quirrell, have you seen Malfoy? He just ran out of my classroom, and Dean Snape and I haven't found him yet."

Heh, the Animagus is very skilled at using this shit from the Order of the Phoenix.

Did you think I would tell you?
"I seemed to see him turning from the front." Quirrell said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Quirrell himself definitely didn't want to speak, but his mouth moved involuntarily.

Damn Russell, what on earth did you do to him! ?

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!" McGonagall thanked him hastily, and then left in a hurry.

Fortunately she left early, otherwise she would have been shocked by Professor Quirrell's expression.

His face was flushed, his eyes were distracted, his body was shaking, and he kept saying "you're welcome" and "you're welcome".

It's like taking a self-high potion.

clap clap!

After a while, Quirrell slapped himself hard twice.

The burning pain relieved the symptoms a lot, but his body was urging him to do good things quickly.

Damn addictive!
Quirrell, the carrier of Voldemort, punched the stone guardrail with his fist. His fingers were immediately broken and blood flowed down.

But he didn't care, he just looked at his bleeding body with cold eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment, he started mumbling words to himself without permission.

The silent healing spell was released, and the wounds on Quirrell's hand disappeared completely.

Damn!

Quirrell squeezed his recovered hand and paced the aisle impatiently.

Although the knowledge stored in his soul is not entirely large, in terms of soul research, no one except Dumbledore can surpass himself in this regard.

But what is obvious is that the mysterious Russell's research on the soul must be directly chasing his own perfection, and may even surpass the entire wizarding world.

Quirrell has not discovered anything abnormal about his soul until now.

The two soul transformations of being addicted to doing good deeds and being unable to harm yourself have never been seen in the history of magic——

and many more!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Quirrell's mind.

If the addiction to doing good deeds turns into being unable to do bad things, and being unable to be unhappy after doing good deeds, then adding the inability to self-mutilate and the inability to give up teasing Dumbledore is equivalent to four imperative imprints.

In the history of magic, there is a race that is permanently engraved by human wizards with the imprint of being unable to refuse orders.

House elf!
House elves cannot disobey their master's orders, and cannot do anything to disgrace their master. If they do, they must punish themselves.

Quirrell immediately gritted his teeth.

Although he could scold Russell in his mind without triggering his own mechanism to punish himself, the other party obviously transferred this unnecessary obedience to the inviolability of the previous orders.

Damn Russell!
Damn the curse!
What a shame!
One of the soul fragments of the majestic Dark Lord turned into a house-elf-like creature!

What do the Death Eaters think of this?
What do the white wizards think of this?
Quirrell's face turned from green to red, from red to purple, and he was about to explode with anger.

"Professor Quirrell!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from afar, "I can't move Malfoy alone. Can you help me?"

what! !

No, absolutely not! Mouth, say no!

"No problem! I'll be there soon!" Quirrell's body actively ran towards the location where Mag made the sound.

His body was happy and impatient, but his eyes were full of sadness, and tears spilled all the way.

I really don’t want to help!

But I can't control myself!
Russell, you deserve to die!

Not long after, Quirrell carried the unconscious Malfoy on his back, his body trembling with excitement.

The majestic Dark Lord is saving lives and healing the wounded!
The only ones he saved were the wounded caused by his original servant!

a ha ha ha! The pain in his heart and the pleasure in his body tortured his soul like ice and fire.

This feeling is a thousand times, ten thousand times more severe than the torture when making the Horcrux!
McGonagall looked around cautiously and whispered: "Student Malfoy has been cast under a spell. We must take him to the school doctor's office."

"I have already sent a signal to Dumbledore and Snape, and I believe they will arrive soon."

As she spoke, she glanced at Quirrell with some confusion, and then she noticed something unusual about her colleague.

"Professor Quirrell, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Quirrell gasped and said tremblingly: "It's okay, it's okay. I will help you send Malfoy to the school infirmary."

"Thank you very much." Professor McGonagall said sincerely: "I will be on guard next to you in case the person who sneak-attacked Malfoy appears again."

"You're welcome!" Quirrell's eyes widened and he looked directly at Mag, with an expression that was both painful and longing, which made Mag's heart tremble.

"Professor Quirrell, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, let's go quickly! The mysterious sneak attacker must still be around, maybe he is the same person as the original intruder, we have to hurry up!"

"Ah! You are right, Professor Quirrell. Thank you for the reminder!"

"I said you're welcome!"

"I understand. I will say less now, and I will thank you for Mr. Malfoy afterwards."

"You're welcome! Thank you for not having to step on the horse!!"

Without Mag's thoughts and helpful body, one plus one is greater than two. Quirrell's thin body ran extremely fast, as if he was riding a broomstick.

Professor McGonagall had to turn into a cat, and even then, she could only barely survive being left behind by Quirrell.

"What a dedicated teacher. When Mr. Malfoy wakes up, I will make sure he thanks Professor Quirrell." Professor McGonagall said to herself in cat language.

what! !

Quirrell almost collapsed.

Obviously what I hear in my ears is the meowing of a cat, why does my body react?
Damn Russell! !
……

After a near miss, Malfoy was sent to the school doctor's office by Quirrell, and the head nurse, Ms. Poppy Pomfrey, immediately began to provide rescue.

Outside the school hospital, Dumbledore and Snape also came in a hurry.

Professor McGonagall told the whole story, not forgetting to thank Professor Quirrell during the process.

As a result, under the surprised eyes of the three people, Quirrell cried and laughed, and ran away like crazy.

"Minerva, you have to go back to class." Dumbledore always had a calm and humorous expression, "Harry's talent is excellent, but don't let him overteach you."

Mag took a deep breath and quickly picked up her skirt and rushed to the classroom.

She had not expected this point that Dumbledore mentioned.

Recalling the scene where Harry taught Hermione, she ran back a little faster.

Harry, Harry, don't teach anything beyond the first year. Not all little wizards belong to Hermione and Ron!
After sending McGonagall away, Dumbledore waved his hand and placed a magical barrier around himself and Snape.

The two of them disappeared directly at the door of the school doctor's office, and even the voices inside could not be heard.

"Severus, when you come here, do you have anything urgent to tell me?" Dumbledore looked into Snape's eyes and his voice became unusually serious.

"Albus, that man is resurrected!" Snape's face turned pale. He rolled up his sleeves, and a black tattoo of a skull spitting out a long snake clearly appeared on his forearm.

"This is-" Dumbledore lowered his head suddenly, his face almost touching Snape's arm.

Dumbledore held his glasses with his hands and said with a serious expression: "The Dark Mark."

"Yes, Albus." Snape looked a little flustered, "He is no longer weak!"

Even though there was Dumbledore's barrier, Snape still looked around uneasily, "Besides, I can clearly feel the Dark Mark burning! He is nearby!"

"He's nearby! He's at Hogwarts! Dumbledore!"

"Calm down, Severus! Calm down!" Dumbledore squeezed Snape's trembling shoulders, and strength that was not matched to it burst out from his old and frail body.

Snape finally quieted down, but Dumbledore said no more humorous words.

Looking at Snape's frightened expression, he knew——

Things are getting serious.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)