HP in the name of Slytherin

Quirrell was indeed as Harry and Hermione said. He was still dragging the class at the end of get out of class. The little wizards below had been hypnotized for a long time. Some of them still haven't woken up, and some have reached the limit of their endurance.

Suddenly, he stumbled as if he had stumbled on the ground, covering his head wrapped in a huge turban, and his face turned pale.

The little wizards disliked him or not, but they had an instinctive respect for the professor. They all came up to ask him what was wrong and whether they should send him to the hospital wing.

"It's okay," Quirrell waved, the veins of his arm on the stage showing, "Let's finish the get out of class today, and we'll talk about the unfinished content in the next class."

The little wizards accepted it with joy and trepidation. After all, they could finish class early. The professor seemed to be... okay, it was nothing serious, right?

On the way out, I met Hermione who was holding a book and peeping her head. She kindly reminded: "Professor Quirrell is feeling a little uncomfortable. If you have any questions, please ask next time?"

They were clearly talking outside the classroom, but Quirrell, who was a few meters away, seemed not to hear them and kept his head lowered.

Hermione said goodbye to the other little wizards and tentatively asked at the door: "Professor, are you okay?"

Quirrell gritted his teeth, and Voldemort behind his head seemed to be stirring his brain. It wasn't until Hermione took a step closer and asked for the second time that he roared: "It's okay! I'm a little uncomfortable! Just go back and rest." !”

Hermione was just here to explore the way, and of course she would not continue to pester him. She just said a few words of concern, and then left with the book in her arms.

Although school has just started, Quirrell is not a popular professor at Hogwarts. On the one hand, he is dragging his feet and being boring in class. The more important reason is that he is always filled with a pungent smell, which makes people living in peaceful times very uncomfortable. The little wizards were not used to it.

He lowered his head and walked quickly in the castle. The young wizards would say hello to him at most and not get close to him. This was always the norm. In addition, Voldemort behind his head kept urging him to go to the Room of Requirement and take a look. He had to endure it. After the physical discomfort passed, Quirrell walked in a hurry and had no time to pay attention to his surroundings.

He passed Ron, passed Harry, passed Tom, whom he had once been curious about, and passed Severus, which was no different from before.

It was almost lunch time, and many people knew that he was not feeling well. Professors did not always eat in the hall, so his disappearance was not unexpected.

[Recite silently the place where things are stored, quickly. ] Voldemort continued to urge.

His temper has been getting more and more irritable recently, and he will mess with Quirrell's body even if he doesn't like it. He doesn't have to do anything deliberately. They share the same body. As long as Voldemort is in a bad mood, Quirrell will also have a headache and panic.

His physical reactions of headache and panic were felt by Voldemort who lived in his body. This not only made him more irritable like a vicious cycle, but also paralyzed Voldemort's perception.

He gradually couldn't tell whether it was the problem with the Horcrux that made him flustered, or whether Quirrell, a loser who couldn't stand things, was holding him back.

One person and two souls entered the Room of Requirement, which was filled with clutter. Voldemort could vaguely feel the familiar soul fluctuations and the aura of dark magic.

But there seemed to be a slight difference. The physical and mental discomfort made it difficult for him to concentrate, so he simply ordered Quirrell simply and rudely: "Go and have a look." 】

Although he had seen dangerous scenes, the tranquility of Hogwarts during this period and Dumbledore's normal treatment paralyzed Voldemort's nerves. He always felt that he was the smartest, cautious but also arrogant.

They walked closer step by step, and finally saw the familiar box in the place in their memories. The smell of black magic became stronger and stronger. In comparison, the soul fluctuations were actually much weaker, but Horcruxes are black magic after all...

Quirrell shook his head and murmured: [Lord, my head...]

He felt dizzy and dizzy as he got closer.

The body is also soft...

But Voldemort thought this was normal: [It's really useless, it seems to be safe, let's go. 】

He now thought that Quirrell's discomfort was due to being close to the Horcrux.

The moment Quirrell turned around, the box turned into a girl. Voldemort just felt something was wrong, and then he realized that he could no longer control Quirrell's body.

He seemed to suddenly wake up and realize that everything was wrong. His Horcrux was missing. His panic was a reminder of "inspiration". This was a trap for him!

In the blink of an eye, he figured everything out, but in the blink of an eye, the girl had already put a hand on his face.

Once you press the back of Quirrell's head hard, the rough feeling with strange ravines will become more obvious. It is not a complete face, but like Voldemort in that world, it is a strange face with smoothed facial features.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Voldemort and Quirrell screamed together, but soon, the screams became the screams of two people. A black shadow was lifted up by Catherine. The head and body were still somewhat humanoid, and the bottom was as pitiful as a small tail. Hooked together.

Lifting it up completely, Quirrell collapsed to the ground, and the shadow kept struggling, like a snake, even trying to wrap its tangled tail around Catherine's wrist.

But he didn't expect that this would make him die faster. A small white snake sprang out from Catherine's wrist and accurately bit her tail: [Ouch! 】

Catherine felt that the almost still world was suddenly hit by a strong wind, and she saw the soul in her hand melting and dissipating quickly in her breath like a candle burned by high temperature.

The unwilling screams disappeared.

[yue——] Haierbo stuck out his tongue, and quickly dived into its snack bag, eating big mouthfuls of food to relieve the nausea in his mouth.

Catherine touched the little basilisk's body as comfort and lowered her eyes to the ground.

Quirrell was facing the floor, lying there with his hands and feet limp. Catherine used a levitating spell to turn him around.

The capture just now coupled with the loss of a human face on the back of his head, his turban was completely loose, and his head became bald. With his eyes with dilated pupils and a weak and slightly open mouth, he looked like a haggard corpse.

Dumbledore came in from the outside, saw Quirrell like this, and sighed: "How is it?"

"Next time, the method will be gentler, and the main body will be more coordinated, and there will be no problem." Catherine said.

The old wizard breathed a deep sigh of relief. This way, the soul fragment in Harry's head could be safely removed.

"Let Harry come here, I'll take care of Quirrell here."

"Harry has been notified," Dumbledore said.

Catherine said "Hmm" and used her fingers to write and draw on the back of Quirrell's head.

She didn't recite any spells, but strangely something like red ink flowed from her fingertips - of course it wasn't blood.

The strange viscous liquid drew a face similar to Voldemort's on the back of Quirrell's head. Catherine finally clicked on the face between the eyebrows, which seemed to inject soul. The face became exactly the same as before, with rugged inlays in the strange place. The back of Luo's head.

Quirrell blinked strangely and quietly, stood up, picked up the scarf and slowly wrapped it around his head.

Dumbledore watched all this in silence and had a new understanding of the "magic field" that Catherine called.

Catherine explained with a normal expression: "This inspiration came from Voldemort in that world. I drew a totem similar to a human face on the back of Quirrell's head. It can monitor Quirrell's movements at any time like the Dark Mark. Continuously releasing the magic field allows him to obey my orders, and it can also simulate Voldemort's magic fluctuations and attract that Voldemort's attention."

Even if Catherine didn't explain, Dumbledore could feel it. Now Quirrell seemed to have become the same Quirrell who was inhabited by Voldemort. If he hadn't seen all this with his own eyes, Dumbledore wouldn't be able to distinguish the changes in Quirrell. .

This way, they have a controllable bait.

Catherine took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, and said to Dumbledore with a normal expression: "It's time to perform 'operation' on Harry."

At least such a dangerous wizard was their ally, and she maintained good-natured and friendly relations with them.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yeah."

After today, the Voldemort of this world will disappear completely, and the Voldemort of another world will never have the chance to complete his soul.