The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Looks like you're not doing well, Tom!" Dumbledore murmured softly, staring at the silverware on the table.

"Since you all know there's something wrong with that professor named Quirrell, why didn't you drive him away?" said the portrait of the fat, red-nosed wizard on the wall of the headmaster's office, "I think he's crazy enough to use the unicorn. The blood of the beast to prolong his life."

"I don't understand at all what you want to do." The goatee portrait of the old wizard continued: "The so-called savior is just an eleven-year-old wizard in my opinion, too young for you Do you feel risky doing this?"

"There are some things that Harry needs to face alone. Now he just needs to have the courage to resist like a real man and have a face-to-face contest with Voldemort. It's enough." Dumbledore's tone was calm, "My luck It's good that Voldemort is still very weak, meeting Harry in a situation that I can control."

"Albus, I have to remind you that the more careful the plan is, the easier it is to have flaws, and just one mistake may lead to the failure of the entire plan." Dippet, who looked very weak, also reminded aloud. .

"Thank you for reminding Armando," Dumbledore nodded. "I know very well where the flaws in this plan are, and I am more aware of the importance of this plan's success. I will never let this flaw ruin the whole plan."

"What's the flaw?" Phineas with the goatee asked curiously.

"Don't ask, if you ask, there will be another flaw!" The red-nosed old wizard ran into the portrait of Phineas and tried to make him shut up with a cane.

"If you don't ask, don't ask, don't hit people." Phineas dodged the crutches that came over and continued: "Are you sure, Potter can be your so-called savior?"

"He will."

"You actually doubt Dumbledore's vision?"

"Although I don't doubt his vision, I doubt Harry Potter's ability. We all know how his so-called savior title came from. Maybe it's more appropriate for you to stop that Voldemort yourself."

"I'm not suitable," said Dumbledore. "Harry is the most suitable person."

"I can't see at all that he is more suitable than you."

"I didn't expect you to understand, Phineas."

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Voldemort was completely unaware that he had already been arranged by someone.

At this moment, Voldemort was forcing Quirrell into submission.

Last time, he forced Quirrell to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns, hoping to use the blood of unicorns to restore his stamina. Quirrell's incompetence had become unbearable for Voldemort, and he was eager to get rid of his weak body.

But...what did this guy do?

Although there is no definite proof, Voldemort suspects that Quirrell deliberately lost the unicorn at the end. He did not intend to use the blood of the unicorn to prolong his life. In other words, Quirrell was afraid and was delaying the moment. arrival.

However, this is something that Voldemort cannot tolerate. He will not tolerate others disobeying his orders!

Quirrell's will was as fragile as a biscuit. Voldemort just punished him slightly, and made Quirrell succumbed.

He has no choice, he must succeed, or he will face death next.

Quirrell sneaked into the Forbidden Forest on Friday night.

After spending a lot of time, I finally found a unicorn again.

Quirrell used the spell taught by Voldemort to sneak up on the prey, but was escaped by the unicorn. Quirrell took a long time to finally succeed in hurting the unicorn, but he did not count on it. You can kill a unicorn by yourself in a short amount of time.

No way, unicorns run very fast, and it is too difficult to kill them head-on.

Perhaps, the Dark Lord could kill them with the Avada Solitaire in one go, but with Quirrell's magical power, it would be difficult to do so directly.

He is getting weaker and weaker.

Therefore, Quirrell could only do what he did, letting the unicorn run around, draining its last strength before attacking.

This is also the most effective way at present.

To prevent himself from being exposed, Quirrell wrapped himself tightly in a cloak.

He spent the whole day searching for the injured unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, pushing the prey into the corner with every step of the way.

During this period, Quirrell ran into the centaurs by chance and was chased by the beasts with arrows. He also encountered Hagrid, who found an abnormality and was tracking the injured unicorn.

Quirrell was so tired, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he couldn't even get up.

But he didn't want to die and persevered with the help of magic.

Finally, not long after the unicorn fell, Quirrell knew he had finally won.

It was late at night, and the exhausted Quirrell roamed the Forbidden Forest like a beast with the help of the magic that Voldemort had taught him. He slowly came to the unicorn's side and leaned over to suck the silver-white blood from the unicorn's wound. .

The moment his lips touched the blood of the unicorn, Quirrell felt his soul tremble, his body hadn't changed, but he could feel that he was not the same as before.

Is this the cursed life?

Suddenly, screams sounded in his ears, and he heard someone screaming and running away.

Quirrell raised his head and let the silvery-white blood drip from his lips onto the cloak. He gave Harry a deep look, surprised.

Quirrell never imagined that he would meet the famous Harry Potter here.

This savior is a problem, and maybe I should take care of him now.

Yes, now is a good opportunity.

There is no better place than here.

Quirrell struggled to stand up and walked slowly towards Harry, looking at the Savior who had been shivering with fright, Quirrell was very happy.

The famous Harry Potter was about to die at his own hands, something that even the Dark Lord couldn't do, how would he reward himself for helping him get rid of this big worry?

When Quirrell raised his wand, a hooves sounded from not far away, and a centaurman stood between him and Potter, raising his front legs high, ready to smash him into flesh with one foot.

Quirrell fled from under the hooves of the centaurs, who had dealt with these beasts more than once, and knew that more centaurs would be here soon.

Although Quirrell wanted to kill the centaur and Harry Potter immediately, he was too weak to fight, especially in the face of more than one centaur, he was likely to be injured. That would be very uneconomical.

Quirrell retreated under the cover of the night, and his goal had been achieved anyway.

Just keep Harry Potter's life, and find other opportunities to take it later!

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