Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

"You are finally here, Professor Quirrell!"

Quirrell subconsciously stopped at the door of the auditorium. He looked at Toby who was approaching enthusiastically, and he immediately felt the urge to turn around and run away.

It's a pity that he can't do this, the terrible master is still waiting for him to steal the Philosopher's Stone, otherwise he will be punished extremely severely.

"Hi......"

Quirrell stammered, and he stepped forward bravely: "Toby Highmore, I didn't expect you to be here too -"

But Toby suddenly stopped at a distance of three meters away from him.

Toby frowned at the hood on Quirrell's head. He slapped it back and forth under his nose, and Al blocked his nostrils.

"Such a strong smell of garlic." Toby said with disdain: "Your taste is really unique. There must be no girls who like you, right?"

Quirrell was about to explode.

Fortunately, Snape arrived in time. He naturally ignored Toby and said to Quirrell in a gloomy tone: "Follow me, I will take you to your new office, which will also be your future dormitory."

Quirrell followed Snape fearfully. He felt that something was wrong with the way Snape looked at him.

Quirrell suddenly remembered that the way Toby looked at him was the same - looking at a person who only had one year left to live.

He was so immortal that Toby just shouted: "Hang on, Quirrell, try to break the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I don't want to work with a vampire in the future!"

Snape's steps paused slightly, and then he walked faster.

Staring at Snape's back, Toby shook his head and said, "You guys are really a good combination—girls also don't like boys who don't like to wash their hair."

Snape turned angrily, but Toby was no longer in the hall.

Quirrell watched this scene silently. He suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity. Toby and Snape were obviously not dealing with it, so he could take advantage of it.

So he thought he was cleverly provoking: "Professor Heimer's hair style is not that good either. It's not as good-looking as yours. He is definitely not popular with girls..."

Snape suddenly stared at Quirrell with a subtle look. Quirrell felt inexplicably that he couldn't wait another year and wished he could die now.

Quirrell was stunned for a while, completely unaware of what he said wrong.

After finally sending Snape away, Quirrell stayed in his office anxiously.

He hadn't suddenly decided to return to Hogwarts.

Although the wound had healed since being hit by Toby's spell at Gringotts, the scar on the back of his head still remained.

This is not the worst thing. The key is that Voldemort was also injured. He was already very weak and needed to rest for a long time before he could wake up for a short period of time, but this time he never woke up.

This made Quirrell feel a great crisis. Without the help of the Dark Lord, he had no idea how to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

And if Voldemort really can't wake up, what's the use of stealing the Philosopher's Stone?

Now, there is only one way left.

Through the window, Quirrell looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Only the blood of unicorns can make Voldemort recover as soon as possible.

At night, Quirrell quietly left the castle.

This was a perfect opportunity to kill him. There were almost no people in the school during the holidays, which greatly reduced the possibility of him being discovered.

The playground is pitch black, and the moon is very bright, but it seems that even the sky is helping Quirrell, and there are always clouds floating over to cover the moon, making the surroundings fall into darkness.

Quirrell's speed was very fast, he passed Hagrid's hut quietly, and heard the call of Fang.

Well, Hagrid isn't in the Forbidden Forest, which increases the odds of a successful unicorn capture.

Quirrell suppressed the madness in his heart. He walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, glanced at the narrow path hidden deep in the black forest, and sneaked in against the breeze.

The forest was silent, and Quirrell walked to the fork in the road. He didn't think for a long time, so he chose a direction at random and continued to move forward.

It went so smoothly!

Quirrell rejoiced in his heart.

As long as tonight is over, the master can fully recover, and Quirrell's own body loss can also be compensated-Voldemort's possession is not free, Quirrell feels that his vitality is constantly passing away, and he just needs to eat During a meal.

He had already vaguely seen a luminous figure, that was the unicorn, the most beautiful creature in the world, exuding silver light, so beautiful that it was overwhelming.

A feeling of jealousy arose in Quirrell's heart for no reason.

He graduated from Ravenclaw School. He was obviously a genius student, but there were always people who made fun of his nervousness and timidity. His student days were really not that good, full of bullying and trivial things that were not worth mentioning. Feeling of worthlessness.

Professor McGonagall is one of the few people who appreciates him. McGonagall will encourage him to value the importance of knowledge, be very friendly to him, and be willing to help him.

The reason why Quirrell became the professor of Muggle studies at Hogwarts was also because of the influence of Professor McGonagall, and he was grateful to her.

But Quirrell didn't forget his desire to be noticed, he wanted to be important, so he gave up his position as a professor of Muggle studies and switched to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This is an extremely important position, otherwise Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't be trying to find new professors every year.

Quirrell took some time off to tackle the course to gain first-hand practical experience.

No one knows where he went, only Quirrell himself knows, he went to Albania.

Even at the beginning, Quirrell went to Albania specifically to find Voldemort. He just wanted to try his luck. He successfully found Voldemort based on rare rumors, and then learned powerful magic skills that no one dared to do. Laugh at him again.

But what I never expected was that Quirrell actually did it.

He successfully found Voldemort, and was persuaded by the other party to become Voldemort's servant half-heartedly.

He didn't dare to resist his master's order. In order to restore his master as soon as possible, Quirrell had to target the Philosopher's Stone, so he ventured into Gringotts.

As long as the Philosopher's Stone can be found, Voldemort will return, and Quirrell will have an unparalleled status. Everyone needs to look at him with reverence, and this is what Quirrell has been pursuing.

He's almost there.

He believes he will succeed.

It all starts with a beautiful unicorn.

Quirrell didn't mind ruining this beauty.

He moved like a shadow hidden in the darkness.

But the unicorn moved faster than him. The beautiful animal seemed to be frightened and ran in the other direction without looking back.

Not far away, Toby made a "cut". He stood up from the grass, with a huge shovel on his shoulder, which looked extremely sharp.

"It's all your fault." Toby complained: "The multi-flavored beans on your body smell too much, so eat less snacks in the future."

Al bared his teeth and claws to refute, pulling Toby's hair violently.

"Tap-don-don't pull!"

Toby immediately became wobbly, he couldn't stand still, wandered around in a distorted state, and shook his head back and forth vigorously, trying to throw Al out.

Quirrell scolded Toby countless times in his heart. The hunting tonight was a complete failure. He retreated quietly to avoid bumping into Toby.

But at this moment, Toby suddenly jumped far away, and Al stopped making trouble, and started to cheer with his small fists.

"Where to go?!"

Toby raised the shovel with both hands and slapped Quirrell's hiding place hard!

"Eat me with a shovel!"