The Necromancer of Hogwarts

After receiving information about Voldemort's Horcruxes, Dumbledore made the decision to allow Voldemort's actions within Hogwarts to a certain extent.

He probably knew that Voldemort went to the Forbidden Forest at this time to replenish his strength. He originally planned to stop it, but now he would just let Voldemort go.

“If God wants to bring about the destruction of man, he must first make him crazy.”

"Tom, it's not long before you are completely wiped out."

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At this time, Quirrell was wearing a cloak and breathing heavily.

In front of him, a unicorn with a faint silver light was confronting him. There were several obvious black marks on the unicorn's limbs.

This mark is like a chain, which greatly hinders the unicorn's movement, making it stagger and make it impossible to escape.

But Quirrell is anything but easy.

Unicorns are extremely powerful magical animals. They are agile and fast. The unicorn on their head can emit unique magic, which can cause a double blow to the enemy's spirit and body.

Quirrell had just been hit and almost fainted from the pain. He definitely didn't want to be attacked a second time.

"For the sake of my master, I must kill you."

Veins popped up on Quirrell's hands. He mobilized a large amount of his magic power, even squeezing his own body that had been weakened by Voldemort.

A cloud of rich black gas overflowed from the top of his wand, and it quickly solidified, forming a long chain that shone with black light.

The unicorn's eyes flashed with fear and despair.

The scars on its body were caused by this weird magic, and they still hurt its body like tarsal maggots.

Zheng!

As Quirrell waved his wand, the chain stabbed towards the unicorn like a sharp sword.

The unicorn also let out a low neigh, the horn on its head flashed with blazing silver light, and a blast of holy magic blasted out, confronting Quirrell's magic.

Quirrell gritted his teeth, his arms kept shaking, and the black chain moved closer to the unicorn little by little.

"Hurry up and capture it alive. The unicorn's blood must be fresh to have the best effect! Hurry up, otherwise Dumbledore will be alarmed!"

Voldemort's voice rang in Quirrell's mind. Quirrell gritted his teeth, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole look was quite depressed.

But the spell he released suddenly became much more powerful, defeating the unicorn's magic.

Black chains penetrated the unicorn's body and entangled it.

The unicorn let out a feeble cry and fell to the ground. The aura in his eyes gradually disappeared, but the hatred for Quirrell still remained.

Voldemort urged Quirrell again: "Hurry up, the unicorn blood is most effective at this time, drink it quickly!"

Quirrell hesitated.

The blood of unicorns does have great power, but it also contains a powerful curse.

If you drink the blood of a unicorn, the power in it will be absorbed by Voldemort, but you have to bear the curse yourself...

The curse of the unicorn is not so easy to bear.

Voldemort noticed Quirrell's hesitation. He did not urge him, but said calmly: "Quillo, I will be back soon."

"You carry the curse first, and when you get the magic stone, I will reward you for your loyalty."

Voldemort made a fool of Quirrell, and Quirrell had no way of turning back, and could only go all the way to the end.

He steeled himself, moved closer to the unicorn's neck, then opened his mouth wide and bit it hard.

The warm blood was sucked into Quirrell's mouth, and a warm life force and a cold force rushed in entangled.

Immediately afterwards, the life force was greedily sucked away by Voldemort, leaving not a drop of it for Quirrell.

And the cold curse spread in Quirrell's body, even going deep into his bones.

Every day and night from now on, Quirrell will be unable to sleep, and will suffer powerful pain every day. He must rely on potions to survive until every potion loses its effect on him.

This was the price he paid for killing the unicorn and drinking its blood.

And Voldemort's power grew.

The blood of the unicorn replenished his precarious vitality, making his condition continue to improve.

And he didn't give Quirrell much time to rest.

"My strength is returning."

"At this moment, Quirrell, take me to the bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle."

"I have enough power to make a sound and activate the arrangements I left behind."

Voldemort's eyes showed excitement.

So far, his plan is going quite smoothly.

Dumbledore might be so old that he didn't realize what he was doing in the Forbidden Forest. He originally planned to abandon Quirrell when things went wrong, but he didn't expect to succeed in getting the unicorn's blood.

As for now, he was going to open Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

There is a thousand-year-old basilisk sleeping in the secret room. If you awaken the basilisk, you can secretly control the basilisk and create greater chaos in Hogwarts without anyone noticing.

"Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, will definitely be in a state of distress when the time comes. He will have to devote a lot of energy to dealing with public opinion and the Ministry of Magic. He even has to go to the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic involuntarily to attend their lengthy meetings. s meeting."

"And as long as Dumbledore is not here, it will be much easier for me to do things in Hogwarts."

Under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell came to Myrtle's bathroom.

Voldemort's Parseltongue sounded around him, and the hissing sound made people shudder.

The passage to the secret room opened and Quirrell got in.

After a while, Quirrell fell into a damp and cold underground space.

He saw the statue of Slytherin, but didn't dare to say anything because he felt that there was something huge and dangerous in the darkness.

"Wake up, Basilisk, the heir of Slytherin is here." (Parseltongue)

Voldemort's voice echoed in the chamber.

Quirrell lowered his head and only dared to look at the soles of his feet, not daring to look around at all.

He knew how dangerous the basilisk was as a creature of dark magic. Anyone who looked into the eyes of the basilisk would die, and its effect was comparable to the death curse.

As Voldemort called, another even colder hissing sounded in the secret room.

The sound of scales rubbing together also sounded.

It was a huge thing, and cold sweat broke out on Quirrell's forehead.

Just by hearing the sound, he knew that this thousand-year-old basilisk was unimaginably dangerous.

Even without its deadly snake eyes, its huge body and sharp fangs alone are enough to kill most wizards.

The hissing sound soon stopped, and the basilisk seemed to stop moving.

Quirrell asked tremblingly: "Master, what happened to the basilisk?"

Voldemort snorted dissatisfiedly: "It's hungry."

"A basilisk of its size can rely on hibernation to reduce consumption, but once it wakes up, it must eat a lot."

"Magical creatures allow the basilisk to recover as quickly as possible."

"When we entered the Forbidden Forest just now, I saw traces of giant spiders moving around. You can catch some during this time. Spiders are one of the most common foods eaten by basilisks."

Quirrell lowered his head, his eyes full of bitterness.

He originally wanted to argue that he was cursed by the unicorn, and fighting the unicorn tonight would be too exhausting.

The giant spiders that can survive in the Forbidden Forest may not even be able to escape if they appear in groups.

But he took it back.

From the moment he took this step, there was no coming back.

"I'll go tomorrow night, Master."

The next day, Dumbledore's actions also began.

"The gold cup and the locket, both of which have a little bit to do with Sirius."

"I need to find a reason to go to Azkaban."