Chapter 87 Quirinus Quirrell (Part 2)

Chapter 88 Quirinus Quirrell (Part 2)

"Dumbledore! There is a Dark Lord in my body! Why didn't you do anything? Why?

Is it because 'I' disguised myself too well?

Is there any way to let Dumbledore know? Quirrell, you can do it. You are a Ravenclaw!

Richard seemed to have said something. Stereotyped behavior? I have to think about how to make myself have more abnormal little movements."

So those little movements are stereotyped movements and habitual movements that Quirrell tried to practice when he was awake in order to show his abnormality?

Hiss. Quirrell is really. Too tenacious. Who said he is cowardly? I will be the first to disagree!

Zhang Xiao took a breath. Even in such a situation, Quirrell still did not give up and tried desperately to think of ways to save himself.

"I can't tell who I am anymore. I seem to be merging with 'me', but my body is gradually weakening, and the Dark Lord is sucking my life away.

Save me, Dumbledore, save me. I can't hold on any longer.

I woke up again, and I heard a pleasant cry that I had never heard before. Was it this beautiful sound that woke me up?

Oh my God! What am I doing? I'm actually planning to release a troll into the campus on Christmas?

How can a horrible monster like a troll be something that the little wizards can deal with?

No, no, no! I can't let the little wizards die because of this. I'm a professor at Hogwarts. I should protect them. I must protect them!

And because of 'me', I hurt the little wizards. Dumbledore will definitely be disappointed in me."

Wait, Christmas? Isn't it Halloween?

But think about it from another angle. Christmas is the time when there are the least people. Some professors will choose to go out to visit friends at this time. It is indeed a good time to release a troll at this time.

Halloween is not very suitable.

Besides, he was also very interested in the chirping that Quirrell mentioned.

Chirping? Is it the chirping of the bird sister or the chirping of Fox?

In daily life, the chirping of these two magical birds has no special effect, but it just sounds very pleasant.

But once they start singing, it's different. Could it be the long cry that cracked the rocks and pierced the clouds when the bird sister came for the first time?

With such doubts, he turned to the next page.

"I tried to delay the troll's attack plan and tried to convince the Dark Lord that a troll alone could not disrupt Hogwarts.

He agreed with my opinion and asked me to buy an armored troll from the goblins. This is a terrifying creature created by the goblins. Their goblin armor can even resist most spells.

And it can also enhance the strength and speed of the trolls.

I put them in the forbidden forest and prayed that the centaurs could report this situation to Dumbledore and must not let these monsters enter the campus!"

The case was solved! No wonder the trolls were not on campus, but appeared in the Forbidden Forest. I thought that the one Harry and his friends were facing was a female troll, and the one wearing armor was a licking dog troll.

So it was because of this.

Zhang Xiao's heart suddenly tightened. Dumbledore arranged for them to go to the Forbidden Forest. He must have discovered something. Did he find that Quirrell was abnormal?

Thinking of the experience of "observing in secret" taught by Dumbledore, he already had the answer in his heart. Dumbledore might... No, he definitely knew.

Why didn't he save Quirrell? Quirrell was like a drowning man. He had been struggling and begging Dumbledore to save him from the abyss, as can be seen from the previous records.

Dumbledore was his idol and spiritual pillar, and also the driving force that supported him to persevere.

The principal disappointed you, Quirrell

Zhang Xiao pursed his lips and put these useless emotions behind him.

There were not many pieces of parchment left at this time. He picked up the last few pieces, and the handwriting on them became very large and had a crazy taste.

".I can't stand it anymore, Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

"Am I going to disappear?"

"I hate you, Dumbledore, I will destroy everything. I know you value that child so much, what do you want to do?

Train him into a weapon?

I won't let you get what you want, Dumbledore."

"I will kill you, Harry Potter. This is a relief. The feeling of being controlled by others is so desperate.

Although you lose your life, you will get rid of the control of the White Devil."

Silently put down all the parchment. There was no earth-shattering secret as he imagined, no secret book, and no treasure map.

It was just a story of a person struggling to survive in the last moments.

In fact, it was not brilliant, and it could even be said to be a bit cliché. He had seen a lot of tragic news in his previous life, but there was one thing that made him feel like a thorn in his throat.

Until the last moment, Quirrell hoped that Dumbledore could save him. The killing curse he released to Harry at the end was more like his desperate cry.

He vented his pain, sadness, and despair through that death curse, which was more like a silent protest against Dumbledore.

Quirrell has always regarded Dumbledore as an idol, but Dumbledore ignored the call for help from his former student and chose to use him as a stepping stone for Harry?

If interpreted in this way

Zhang Xiao has always believed that people can sacrifice, but it must be voluntary, not blinded or forced.

As for whether it is... I'm afraid it won't work if I ask directly, I have to find a way to go around it.

After thanking the room again, Zhang Xiao walked out of the Room of Requirement, took out his tail feathers, slid them hard in the air, and whispered: "Fawkes!"

With pale golden flames and chirping, Fawkes flew out of the fire, circled a circle, and landed on Zhang Xiao's shoulder, looking at him curiously.

"Take me to Dumbledore!"

Fawkes nodded and spread his wings. Zhang Xiao felt the warm flames wrapped around him. When the flames dissipated, he found that he had come to the principal's office.

In the round principal's office, the portraits were already asleep, snoring with their eyes closed. Dumbledore, wearing his robe embroidered with stars and moons, sat on a bench by the window, staring blankly at the starry night sky outside.

"Zhang, you're here and I'm wondering why you didn't come to see me."

Dumbledore's eyes turned to Zhang Xiao, smiled gently, and hooked his fingers. Zhang Xiao felt that the tail feather in his hand seemed to be pulled hard by someone. He couldn't help but let go of his hand and watched the tail feather fly towards Dumbledore.

"I took this feather away. Although I am happy to communicate with you about some things, I think this is not very conducive to cultivating your ability to think and do things independently, so why don't you believe in yourself? Zhang"

Even Zhang Xiao, who came with a lot of questions, couldn't help it at this moment. Bah, what about cultivating the ability to think and do things independently, just hate me!

Come to think of it, Dumbledore is the number one in the wizarding world. Many people have never even seen him. Coming to the principal's office is like going home. He orders Fawkes around like he orders Wangcai around at home.

It would be strange if Dumbledore wasn't annoying. He just wanted to find an excuse to take the hair back. What a stingy guy. I've never seen anything that can be taken back from a child!

Hey Fawkes. Zhang Xiao glanced at Fawkes quietly. Fawkes was also winking at him from under his wings. The meaning was very clear: Don't listen to that old man. I'll give you another one later!

After secretly laughing in his heart for a while, Dumbledore's voice came to his ears again.

"Zhang, do you want to ask if I knew about Quirrell's situation a long time ago?"

Zhang Xiao's heart jumped suddenly. He looked at Dumbledore silently. After a while of silence, Dumbledore sighed:

"I understand your concerns.

Yes, just as you thought, I did know that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort. I knew it from the beginning."

Yeah~! I will be able to finish the first volume tomorrow, so happy!

Tomorrow is my baby's first birthday, so I have to write it quickly, otherwise I will definitely not be free tomorrow