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Chapter 693 Quirrell's Choice

"This is not an excuse you can use to quibble, I need to restore my strength!" Voldemort interrupted Quirrell coldly, "And your current body may not last long, I advise you to give me Be honest and find a way to get that Philosopher's Stone!"

"Yes, master!" Quirrell responded hastily, "I have found a breakthrough, and that is Hagrid! I will definitely get a solution to that three-headed dog from him!"

"However..." Quirrell couldn't help but pause when he said this, "I still need you to give me some more strength to ensure that I can persist until then, and I also have to leave spare energy to deal with the trouble behind the three-headed dog! I I can't believe that Anduin only arranged for such a guard."

"Then go into the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns, their blood can temporarily restore my strength!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed in Quirrell's ears.

"Unicorn?" Quirrell was surprised when he heard this. Although the blood of that creature can provide vitality, it is a cursed life!Once I touched that thing, wouldn't there be no room for maneuver anymore?
"Why, are you still fantasizing about betraying me?" Voldemort seemed to notice that Quirrell's thinking had shifted, and immediately roared angrily in his mind.

This kind of roar that directly hit the soul made Quirrell suddenly burst into cold sweat, his whole brain seemed to be twisted into a ball, and the pain instantly defeated his psychological defense!

"I'm sorry, master! I shouldn't have questioned your decision, please forgive me!" Quirrell held his head in pain and kept crying, but the pain lasted for nearly a minute before it gradually faded away.

"Now you and I are in solidarity, it is best to put away those unrealistic fantasies! I am going to rest now, but I will also stare at you from the depths of your soul!"

The punishment imposed on Quirrell seemed to have consumed a lot of strength for Voldemort, and then he slowly dormant.

"call……"

After Voldemort stopped moving, Quirrell suddenly let out a long breath of relief.

But soon all kinds of worries about the future emerged in his heart, and when this thought appeared, he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

However, the thinking of business as usual proved to him that Voldemort had indeed been silenced, which made him really relieved.

"Hunting unicorns, stealing the Philosopher's Stone, I always feel that doing so may not end well!"

"But my life and death are all in the master's mind, do I really have other chances?"

fear!anxiety!Annoyed!

All kinds of emotions were churning in his mind, which made Quirrell entangled for a while.

What happened today really frightened him, the sudden appearance of the Dark Mark, the attacker wearing a Death Eater mask.

He'd even fought one or two of them, though it was fishing in troubled waters in the auditorium.

Who would have thought that all this was just a so-called exercise, but his courage was almost terrified.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of that enviable junior. The other party not only achieved impressive achievements, but now he was so powerful that he couldn't even understand him.

What Anduin envied Quirrell the most was his sober mind.

He seems to always know what he should do and what he should not touch, and he can always take the initiative.

"Take the initiative, this is such a distant word for me, if I knew this, I shouldn't have gone to that damned Albania, let alone let myself be blinded by greed..."

Quirrell fell into annoyed self-blame for a moment, especially when he thought that it was the weak Voldemort who controlled his life and death, and the opposite was the powerful Dumbledore and Anduin.

"But now is there any other way besides obeying orders?" Quirrell sighed sadly.

But soon, while he was thinking wildly, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind that made him quite frightened.

"Maybe... he will have a solution for me to solve all this?"

Quirrell murmured to himself uncertainly, but quickly shook his head violently, "No, I will die if my master finds out. It's as easy as pie for him to execute me."

"But if I really act according to the master's plan, I don't seem to have a good ending." Quirrell is just timid and has no opinions, but he is not a fool.

"I cast a spell on Harry Potter's broomstick according to my master's instructions, which has aroused Snape's suspicion. Do I really have a chance to steal the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Little Qiluo now feels that his head is getting bigger, and almost all of them are dead ends in front of him.

"Damn it, if Anduin didn't exist, maybe I would really follow the same path to the dark, but he..."

"Can you give me more possibilities?"

"Maybe I should try, just take advantage of the master's sleep time."

"But I may also be taken down by him on the spot. That guy has never been soft-hearted when dealing with black wizards."

"Or, I can try to test it? It doesn't necessarily have to tell him all the truth!"

For a while, Quirrell was caught in a battle between heaven and man, and his brain seemed to be split in two, one of which kept emphasizing to him the consequences of betraying Voldemort, which might be more miserable than death.

And the other half has been giving advice similar to self-confession, he is actually a victim too!Why did he have to bear all this?
This kind of trouble tormented Quirrell for a whole night. Until the next day, he was still in this chaotic state of mind, which caused him to be taught intermittently in the defense against the dark arts class that day, which made him almost the eyes of the little wizards in the school. laughing stock.

"If you really want to get rid of all this, you have to make a decision within three days. At that time, the master's dormancy will end, and it will be a big deal for him to explore his deep memory!"

Quirrell was pacing aimlessly in the corridors of the main tower, talking to himself.

When he woke up, he was suddenly startled, because he didn't know when, unexpectedly, he came to the door of the 'Tactical Training' office by accident!

"Damn it, don't provoke Anduin at this time, or I will die!" Quirrell cursed himself, and then he was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, the office door behind him opened by such a coincidence.

Anduin, who leaned out from inside, was also a little surprised when he saw Quirrell appearing in front of the door.

This guy should be like a mouse in the sewer now, it's too late to hide from him. Could it be that yesterday's drill had the opposite effect?Stimulated Quirrell, who has already joined the Death Eaters camp?

Quirrell and Anduin suddenly met in such a situation that neither of them was prepared for, and both of them looked at each other with a little embarrassment.

"Uh, good afternoon! Professor Wilson!" Although he scolded Anduin hundreds of times in his heart, Quirrell could only greet him politely at this time.

There's no way, since we bumped into it, let's find a way to deal with it first. Isn't this bastard usually staying on that ship? How did this happen?
And because it was so sudden, Quirrell didn't even realize that he had forgotten the stammering tone he used to play.

"Good afternoon, Senior Quirrell." Anduin's attitude was much calmer than that of Quirrell. He just promised that Dumbledore would not take the initiative to contact the other party, and it's not that he couldn't even talk to the other party.

"You should still call me Anduin as before. Is it always so formal that it doesn't seem natural? We didn't have so many restraints when we were still in school."

Anduin also heard that Quirrell's current situation was a little strange, so he instinctively got close.

"Yeah, Anduin, after so many years, I always feel that you haven't changed at all, as if you pretended to be an adult in your mind from the beginning..."

Perhaps it was the calmness shown by Anduin that made him feel that he hadn't revealed any flaws.

Or maybe because of the pressure he has been under, Quirrell, who is gradually relaxing, doesn't know why he talks too much.

"You don't look very good. Did you encounter any troubles? If you don't mind, you can share with me. Maybe I can help you. After all, we have been friends for so many years!"

Anduin noticed Quirrell's abnormal behavior, and couldn't help probing, he was not some pedantic old man, he only knew to peep silently in the dark.

"This……"

Quirrell was a little moved when he heard the words, but the cowardly side in his mind kept jumping out, preventing him from doing anything impulsive.

But this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of him, and it seems a bit wasteful to miss it for nothing. After all, Anduin is still very friendly, isn't he?

After thinking about it for a while, Quirrell couldn't help but blurted out, "I've really been troubled by one thing for a long time recently."

"Then why don't you come in and sit down? You haven't been to my office yet, right?" Anduin immediately climbed up the pole when he heard that, and turned slightly to get out of the way.

Looking at the narrow passage beside Anduin, Quirrell felt as if he had come to the crossroads of his destiny.

This advance and retreat may determine his future!

Quirrell took a deep breath calmly, then gritted his teeth and summoned up all his courage to walk in.

The other party's posture was like going up a mountain of swords and down into a sea of ​​fire, which made Anduin stare blankly.

What's the situation, I'm not ready to turn my face, why is it like killing you?
However, Anduin also guessed that something might have happened to the other party, and now is a good opportunity to find out, so naturally he must not let it go.

"Anduin..." After entering the office and taking a seat, Quirrell spoke up without waiting for the other party to ask questions.

"I know that although you are not very old, you are already a well-known alchemist at home and abroad. I wonder if you have any props or methods that can isolate the prying eyes of 'Legiliency'?"

Quirrell is not crazy, it is impossible to tell Anduin directly that he was possessed by Voldemort, and he did not intend to be honest with the other party, so he really asked for help.

(End of this chapter)