Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Entering the room, Quirinas Quillow swung his stick to cast a spell, and after carefully doing all the guard work, he took off the heavy scarf and exposed his bald head.

"I have completed your instructions, master."

Sweeping away the cowardice before, Quirrell's pale face was extremely flattering, and there was a bit of cruelty and insidiousness hidden in his eyes.

He is an excellent pretender.

Even "The Greatest Wizard" Dumbledore could not detect his "mask".

"well done......"

Quirrell's closed face on the back of his head slowly spoke.

"It's my honour, great master."

With a look of excitement on his face, Quirrell seemed to have received the best compliment in the world. He grinned, but he did not dare to laugh, for fear of disturbing the owner who was lodged in his body.

"Ahem, this is a gift, Quirinas... a perfect container, I must get him."

Having said this, Voldemort raised a weak smile, his cheerful look like he accidentally got a cold drink with ice in the hot sun.

Klein Grindelwald.

A child who can improve the spell at the age of eleven.

No body can be better than this.

"Of course, my master, you will get everything you want."

After listening to Voldemort's words, Quirrell couldn't help but pantothenic.Although intellectually acceptable, to put it in a bad way, that little talented kid simply jumped out and "competed" with him.

Why?

Obviously he is the most loyal and humble servant of the great master!

"Quilinas...our plan...needs to speed up."

In my heart, I knew Quirrell's jealousy as a mirror, but Voldemort didn't take it seriously. Anyway, all the servants except himself were just pawns.

Use it if it's useful, and throw it away if it's useless.

What a simple truth.

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell nodded, thinking carefully about the results of the next week's exploration.

He can be sure that Nick Leme’s Philosopher’s Stone must be hidden in Hogwarts, but it’s not clear where it is. The most likely location is the principal’s office on the eighth floor—it’s not easy to get in there. , Especially when the master is still very weak, he will never break through the barrier under Dumbledore.

but......

If you can adjust the tiger away from the mountain, maybe you have a little chance?

"Quilinas... we have to complete the plan within these months... no one can hide Dumbledore forever."

As Dumbledore's old rival and student, Voldemort had a natural fear of the old man who was always smiling.

This may have something to do with the experience of the orphanage at the time, when he saw the greatness of magic that day, he also planted the seeds of fear for the elderly in his heart.

The shadow was hard to dissipate. Albus Dumbledore would not die for a day, and Voldemort would not be at ease for a day.

If it wasn't for his soul to be too broken and in need of recovery, he really wanted to survive the old thing before coming out of Albania.

Unfortunately, most powerful wizards live long, and he doesn't have that much time.

"Of course, my master."

Quirrell rolled his eyes, then spoke.

"As far as I know, there should be something helpful to your recovery in the school's forbidden forest. If we can sneak into it, maybe we can shorten the planning time..."

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Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Voldemort's weak voice.

"Quilinas, my loyal servant...We must not be exposed now, we must be as low-key as possible..."

Voldemort knew what Quirrell was thinking about. In fact, he had known that there was something in the Forbidden Forest that could help him, and he was also eager for it.

Unicorn's blood.

This symbol of purity is extremely magical, and blood is a great tonic.Although there are some trivial curses, for an existence like his incomplete soul, the negative effect is simply negligible.

As for whether it will hurt Quirrell...

Just like people can't remember how much bread they have eaten in their lives, he has long forgotten how many servants he has abandoned.

"Yes, my master, I will be careful."

Qi Luo nodded respectfully, but there was a worried look in his eyes.

He is not good at making potions, and the liquid medicine for maintaining the stability of the soul that he has spent all his wealth in exchange for is almost exhausted.

If he hadn't gotten the Philosopher's Stone yet, he might really have to go to the Forbidden Forest.

...

"The effect is at least three times the previous one, which is incredible!"

Aberdo Hank squinted his eyes and checked the healed wound for at least three minutes. After repeatedly confirming that he had no discomfort, he took off his glasses and exclaimed from the heart.

"Improved Healing Curse" or "New Healing Curse", this curse gave him a big surprise.

"Klein Grindelwald, an eleven-year-old curse reformer, really a genius."

No one knows better than him what impact this curse will have on the magic world. As the current director of the "St Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries", Aberdo gave birth to the child he had never met Was of great interest.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get his spirits, and pressed down the brass button placed on the desk.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three short bells rang, and a woman's face appeared out of nowhere.

"The Dean?"

Mrs. Nocher, the hospital administrator, looked serious.

"Any new patient? Is it a dragon fire burn or a gold dust sore?"

Before Aberdo could speak, Mrs. Nocher asked.Under normal circumstances, only in very rare serious cases, their dean is destined to contact the outside world.

"It's not the same as before, Ms. Nochelle, I'm going out next week..."

After a second, Aberdo touched the beard on his chin.

"Before Thursday, give me a team of ten therapists, and I will take them to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

After listening to her dean, Mrs. Nocher was a little confused.

Isn't Hogwarts a school to train wizards?

Even if the dean wants to lead the team to exchange and study, he should go to several other well-known magic hospitals, and he won't be there.

"Mrs. Nochelle?"

Seeing that the other party was a little lost, Aberdo gave a light cough.

"Sorry the dean, it is my fault. I will form a team of experienced therapists, please rest assured."

No matter what the dean wants to do, it is not something she needs to worry about as an administrative director. Honestly doing her own duty is the most important thing.She agreed, and Mrs. Nocher interrupted the magic communication, got up and left the office.

And after explaining the task, Aberdo also leaned contentedly on the chair, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Such a young man who has shown great talent for healing magic since he was a child is worth paying attention to in advance. He will be recruited into the hospital a few years later and he will be the seed of a top therapist.