Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

The moment he saw Quirrell's name appear on the Marauder's Map, Brian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before that, he also had a trace of worry in his heart.

If Voldemort had a cramp in his head and ran to the forbidden area on the fourth floor in person, those who had planned to stay there would have knelt on the ground and sang conquest.

Even Voldemort, who is so weak that only his soul is left, is extremely dangerous!What's more, Lao Yinbi still has an uncertain factor in his hands: the crown of Ravenclaw, one of the Horcruxes.

Both Old Yinbi and Brian can actually guess that there is a high probability that Dumbledore will transfer the location of the Philosopher's Stone after the three-headed dog incident was widely reported.

After all, Lao Deng is not a fool, even if he hopes to use the Philosopher's Stone to catch Fu Dada who is hiding in the dark, he entrusts Brian with the task of guarding the Philosopher's Stone.But I will still be on the defensive, after all, when people are old, there are many more things to consider.

The Indian Quirrell will return to Hogwarts, which is not much different from what Brian expected. Voldemort currently has little help. Although the bald head is not impressive, he will be able to face all the little wizards and Hogwarts ordinary professors. There are still certain advantages.

It stands to reason that as long as Quirrell appears on the Marauder's Map, it must be the cannon fodder sent by Voldemort to the corridor on the fourth floor.

Bryan didn't want to worry about him and concentrated on dealing with Voldemort, but then he thought about taking this opportunity to capture Quirrell and provide some information to Dumbledore, so that he can be a salty fish with peace of mind in the future, and he doesn't have to spend time thinking about Quirrell's revenge possible.

Looking at the name of Quirrell moving towards the fourth floor on the Marauder's Map, he sighed slightly.

Alas, despite Dumbledore's illustrious reputation in the wizarding world, and being rumored to be the person Voldemort fears the most, it's actually not easy to chat with him every day.

......

Without the guard of the three-headed dog, Quirrell easily opened the trapdoor and jumped down.

He used the Levitation Charm to support himself and landed slowly, looked around and laughed next week: "Is this the level designed by the Hogwarts professors, Devil's Net?"

Quirrell stepped gently over these vines, waved the magic wand in his hand, muttering words, and the next moment, the top of the magic wand shot out blue Fiercefire.Facing the raging Fiery Fire, the vines of the Devil Vine twisted and twitched unceasingly, retreating, but were quickly reduced to ashes under the burning of Fierce Fire.

"Papa" Quirrell clapped his hands, with a cold smile on his face.The last time his arm was shot through by Hagrid who didn't use magic, it was an indelible shame in his heart. Although the serious injury has healed now, how can hatred be easily resolved.

The easier it is for me to crack the levels designed by these professors, the more incompetent these people are.The sneer on Quirrell's face became more intense, and he walked inside vigilantly.

At the end of this corridor lay a brightly lit room.Arriving here, the warmth in the room seemed to disappear in an instant, and the empty room suddenly turned into ice-like cold.Numerous winged keys fly across the vaulted ceiling, surrounded by a unique key encased in a brown spherical object.

The corner of Quirrell's mouth couldn't help but set off a touch of sarcasm. He waved his wand casually, and all the ordinary keys fled in all directions.The special key with a unique shape in the middle flew slowly as he moved his wand, as if being pulled.

Is this a little too simple?

Such a thought flashed in Quirrell's mind, and he looked at this unique key curiously.It seems that the only way to get the contents is to crush the brown sphere wrapped around the outside.

He subconsciously pushed it in with his hands so hard.

"Pfft."

The brown ball exploded immediately, and a feces-yellow unknown gas that was visible to the naked eye permeated out of it, accompanied by strong nausea, like the smell of the sewer that hadn't been cleaned for half a year, quickly penetrated into Quirrell's nose.

Quirrell was so familiar with this smell, he resisted the nausea of ​​being fainted by the smoke, and quickly searched for the key to open the door in the middle.

"No, no?" His face was extremely weird, and he trembled intermittently.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and subconsciously twisted the handle of the wooden door and pushed it.

door, open.

"Which non-carbon-based creature can come up with the idea?" Quirrell's voice was dry and hoarse, and there was an indescribable hatred and sadness in his eyes.

Quirrell looked at his right hand that had squeezed the big dung ball with some distaste, and put a bubble head curse on his head.He resisted the idea of ​​leaving to clean up the smell, and walked forward slowly.

This matter is particularly important to the Dark Lord. If he can help the Dark Lord get the real Philosopher's Stone, the benefits he will get are countless.

Quirrell walked cautiously into the second room, but it seemed to be normal again.Although stone chess pieces carved in black and white blocked his way, but for an accomplished dark wizard like Quirrell, he naturally didn't have to follow the rules of chess, and a few black magics would break them into pieces.

Quirrell, who could no longer smell the disgusting smell, smiled proudly, and walked slowly along the next corridor.The scene in front of him was beyond his expectation. There was only one table, with seven bottles of different shapes placed on it, and there were potions of different colors in the bottles.

"Damn Snape again, isn't he already lying in the hospital unable to move by the Dark Lord?" Quirrell complained bitterly, just as he crossed the threshold, the surrounding purple flames suddenly rose, Surrounded all around, blocking the way forward and back.

At least his own magical attainments were not as good as Snape's. He grabbed the parchment next to the table speechlessly, honestly followed the logical reasoning written on it, and found the smallest glass bottle in front of him from the table.

"Now the professors at Hogwarts are really becoming more and more useless. You have to set a reminder next to the level. Why, are you afraid that you will forget?"

Quirrell shook his head, a little puzzled.

But when he thought that he would soon be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone that the Dark Lord coveted for a long time, and imagined the reward he would get after dedicating the Sorcerer's Stone to Voldemort, he no longer hesitated, and pulled the glass bottle over his head very quickly. The bubbles are sent to the mouth.

Quirrell stared indifferently at the last shiny iron door in front of him, secretly thinking about whether there would be other dangers.Suddenly, just as the glass bottle entered the bubbles that covered his head and filled his mouth, he smelled the familiar stench again.

At this time, it was too late, and only this thought remained in Quirrell's mind.

That stinky Snape actually added a big dung ball to this potion? ? ? ! ! ! ! !