Chapter 79 A Delicious Delicacy

At this time, Professor Quirrell's office is like a large slaughterhouse.

Blood and flesh splattered, staining everything around the desk red and black.

Clearly, the Lord Dark Lord didn't bother to release a clean-up on the outcome.

Professor Quirrell was lying on the blood and panting heavily, as if he was about to die. He struggled to get up, and finally staggered and fell in a pool of blood.

The black eye socket of a mouse skull was facing him.

"Merlin's beard!"

Quirrell took a step back with hands and feet in fear, but only felt that his hands and feet were soaked in the mud of blood and minced meat.

Finally, he staggered up from the ground, struggled and walked to the shelf next to the wall with great difficulty, pulled open the wooden door below, and pulled out a huge glass jar from inside.

Narrow mouth, slender neck, huge belly.

Inside the carved and frosted translucent bottle belly, you can vaguely see some dark red thick liquid that looks like blood, and there are strange bubbles, as if it is boiling.

Panting, gritted his teeth and pulled the plug hard, gurgling.

Soon, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

Carefully return the bottle to the cabinet.

He drew out his wand again and released several cleans and freshs at the office that looked like a slaughterhouse.

He staggered back to the back of the office, and instantly slumped down on the big armchair, "I don't understand!"

Quirrell murmured, his voice getting louder, "I don't understand, master, I really don't understand, I have worked so hard to restore your physical strength, but you are wasting it on manipulating my body, even just to teach a child?"

Do you know how difficult it is for him?

The potion made from the blood of magical animals in that glass bottle, every sip is his savings!

Savings for most of my life!

Earn what you pay for!

Not for a great cause, not for some intrigue, but for teaching games?

I gave everything for you! Life! life! Savings! Everything!

Just to make fun of you?

Quirrell especially regretted going to Albania to find the Dark Lord, he got nothing, no glory, no rights, nothing!

He even felt that the so-called Dark Lord was low, like a third-rate villain in a fairy tale!

Quirrell began to wonder if he was making the right investment.

Of course, he is shaken, bewitched, and even enslaved all the time.

He has no way to stop.

But his savings really can't last anymore, if this continues, he can only go to the dangerous Forbidden Forest next to Hogwarts Castle to find magical animals to drink blood!

A sharp voice came from the hat, "You don't understand, you don't understand!"

Oh, when he, Quirrell, really doesn't understand, when he was teaching Muggle studies, it's not that he didn't hear that the Dark Lord cursed the class because he couldn't be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He obviously just needed to go back to Hogwarts, back to his position as professor of Muggle Studies.

Dumbledore appreciated him so much that he wanted to give him a professor.

The future was bright!

But Voldemort's attitude was very firm. He wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. After hesitating for a long time, he finally agreed to the Dark Lord's request.

After all, it is the curse of my master, so it should have no effect on me... right?

But!

But he finally tried every means to help the master regain his strength, and he squandered them all, just to satisfy the professor's addiction?

No one knew how much pain his soul would tear when the Dark Lord used his body!

No one knew that the Dark Lord was only living in his body, and his thinking had gradually begun to become dull!

No, the Dark Lord doesn't care at all, he only cares about his shitty Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

Quirrell let out a weird laugh, and it was difficult to express the complex emotions inside.

"Dumbledore wants us to set up guards for the chamber where the Sorcerer's Stone is stored, and I've found a giant monster."

"Halloween, Halloween, I will release it and let it cause riots. Dumbledore will definitely give priority to the safety of the students, and then I will get the Philosopher's Stone!"

"As long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can resurrect the master, and everything will be different."

"Very well," said the shrill voice, "I shall not forget your devotion to me, Quirinus Quirrell."

"That boy, Anthony, I can see that he appreciates me. You can call him if necessary, he will be very useful."

Quirrell finally couldn't bear it anymore, and growled, "I really don't understand! Why do you want this Anthony, what use is he for!"

"Chacha~" A sharp laugh echoed behind his ears.

"That's a delicious delicacy."

"If you succeed in Halloween, I will make this delicacy myself. But if you are as stupid as you and fail, yes, your stupidity makes me really not have much hope, and I need someone to help me process it."

Quirrell clenched his fists hard, the words of the Dark Lord were full of humiliation inside and out, he obviously gave everything for his master! "What needs to be done, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Heh~" The faint laughter was full of contempt.

Quirrell suddenly let out a mournful low growl, and his body, which was slumped in the chair, suddenly straightened and shook non-stop.

"Obey, Quirrell, I just need you to do this..."

The office was plunged into darkness.

Boundless.

...

...

No matter what people go through, the sun always rises the next day as usual.

The rays of light pierced through the sky.

After eating a big breakfast, Anton felt that today was another day full of energy.

Aunt Ilsa, yes, that nosy wife Lupine found.

She asked Anton to write a family letter to Uncle Lu Ping every month. The content was not required, saying that the little wizard must have a lot of troubles growing up, and she asked him to tell his parents and let Lu Ping resolve it for him.

Now Anton was really troubled, he wrote a letter to Lupine.

It roughly means: There is a teacher who teaches me everything and treats me very well, but he is a bad person out and out, what should I do?

He was having breakfast that day when Lupine's owl finally flew over.

Lupine expressed his doubts, and wrote a question, "Didn't you kill him already?"

Then he also wrote a lot of good words about the old wizard and his new friend, asking Anton to understand the emotions of this dead man.

Let them not fight at Hogwarts like they do at home.

God is so considerate.

Anton rolled his eyes and wrote a reply, asking the owl to be sent back.

——It wasn’t the previous one, but now I met another one!

sigh.

Because Mao's road to school is always so rough and bumpy.

why?

It's too hard for me!

It's so difficult~~~