The Druid Master of Hogwarts

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While Fish was using the newly awakened Rejuvenation to completely heal his wounds, Voldemort, who was severely exhausted, chose to return the control of his body to Quirrell, and he fell into a deep sleep on his own.

Quirrell fled Hogwarts, dragging his bruised body.

In his current state, he didn't dare to stay at Hogwarts for a long time.

There was a bitterness in Quirrell's heart, because he wanted to hang his life for Voldemort, he had been using his savings to buy various potions for the Dark Lord to take, and now he had to heal himself, Quirrell's money had already been spent. Very little left.

Although Voldemort had given him several addresses, which contained some valuable things, if those things were used, the Dark Lord's evaluation of himself would definitely be lowered.

At this time, Quirrell was still thinking about what kind of reward Voldemort could give him after he was resurrected, so he would never use the Dark Lord's private storage unless he had to.

Although there are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell would not dare to attack until he made a plan to capture the Philosopher's Stone, so he can only take his own savings first.

The only thing fortunate is that he didn't notify anyone when he returned to school this time, but he didn't need to ask Dumbledore for leave again.

Quirrell went quietly, just as he came quietly...

It will be a week before Quirrell recovers from his injury and returns to Hogwarts.

"Quirinas, you are finally back."

When Quirrell returned to school, Dumbledore took the initiative to find him, "I have something to do and need your help."

"Is-there-is there anything I-I can do for-for-you?"

Quirrell reverted to his stammering cowardice.

"It's actually like this..." Behind the half-moon lens, the blue eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning, "I have something to hide at Hogwarts, I want to ask you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Is there any good way to prevent others from stealing it."

"I-I-can I ask, is it-what-thing?"

Quirrell's heart skipped a beat.

Forcefully suppressing his inner excitement, he asked carefully.

"Oh, of course, there's nothing to hide," Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the regret in his eyes, and replied, "I don't know if you still remember the news of the theft of Gringotts before school started, I It's that thing to protect—the Philosopher's Stone that Nick Lemay gave me to keep."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, as if waiting for Quirrell to digest the news before continuing: "Actually, I wanted to find you two weeks ago, but you suddenly asked for leave, and it has been delayed until now."

"Yes-is? That-that-that's really no-no-no coincidence..."

Quirrell forced a smile and said through gritted teeth.

At the same time, he roared loudly in his heart—then what is the purpose of the crimes I have suffered for more than ten days? ! !

"It's okay," Dumbledore didn't know what Quirrell had been through the past two weeks. He smiled and said, "The other professors have also contributed, so the Philosopher's Stone is still safe."

"That-that-that's good, this-like treasure-treasure-treasure, you have to look-look-look at it."

Quirrell took a lot of effort to suppress the grief and anger in his heart, he responded casually, and then asked the question he cared about most: "The magic-magic-magic stone is now-is-is-where? Need me - I - what do I do?"

"Treasure? Maybe..."

Dumbledore didn't answer Quirrell's question right away, but paid more attention to what he said casually.

After sighing for a while, he replied slowly: "I need you to prepare a plan for me to protect the magic stone, it can be some kind of magic trap, it can be some kind of powerful spell, or some kind of good at seeing The magical creatures of the door... In short, as long as you can block those pathetic guys who covet the Philosopher's Stone, let me know when you're ready, and I'll take you to the scene to arrange it."

【Humph! 】

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Voldemort sneered disdainfully in Quirrell's mind.

"I-I-I see."

Quirrell, who did not dare to reveal the slightest abnormality, nodded his head, and immediately made a decision in his heart, but in order not to reveal the urgency in his heart, he planned to reply to Dumbledore in a few days.

...

Three days later, Quirrell found Dumbledore and told him that he had prepared the means to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

"Thank you for your hard work, Quirinus," Dumbledore said, staring through the half-moon lenses, resting on Quirrell's face for a moment, and then saying, "I'll be waiting for you in the hall at nine o'clock tonight. "

Quirrell nodded, turned and left the principal's room.

As the sky gradually darkened, the time soon came to nine o'clock in the evening, and the students who were still wandering outside returned to their dormitories one after another, while Filch took his cat and began to wander around the castle.

Quirrell walked out of his office and walked to the foyer on the first floor. In order to show that he didn't care about the Philosopher's Stone, he specially waited until after nine o'clock before going out.

"Hold—sorry, I'm—come—late."

Quirrell, who was deliberately late, found that in addition to Dumbledore, there was also Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, standing in the hall.

"Evening-up-good, Hai-Hagrid."

Quirrell said hello to Hagrid, though it wasn't clear why Hagrid was here.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Hagrid nodded cheerfully and responded.

"Good evening, Quirinus, let's go."

Dumbledore greeted him with a smile, then took the lead and walked upstairs, with Hagrid and Quirrell quickly following.

Dumbledore and Hagrid were both relatively tall and walked with long strides, and Quirrell, who was relatively short, had to trot to keep up with them, but he was eager to know the exact location of the Philosopher's Stone. Naturally there will be no complaints.

The three quickly came to the end of the corridor on the right of the fourth floor. Quirrell looked at the familiar wooden door with mixed feelings.

Although he had long guessed that the Philosopher's Stone was probably hidden behind this door, Quirrell was not happy at all after he really confirmed it. When he recalled the sins he had suffered before, he felt like a fool who had been Do something useless.

Fortunately, now that he has confirmed the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone, he just needs to find a way to sneak in.

Quirrell suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart and silently wrote down Dumbledore's method of opening the wooden door.

"?—"

When Dumbledore opened the wooden door and walked in, Lou Wei's low roar was immediately heard from inside.

"Hey! Lu Wei! Good boy, it's me!"

Hagrid hurriedly squeezed through the door, soothing the huge three-headed dog.

When Lu Wei saw Hagrid's appearance, he calmed down, and leaned close to him and licked and sniffed.

"Oh heh heh, good boy, good boy."

Hagrid took turns stroking Lou Wei's three heads, and praised happily, not caring about the saliva he was licked on his face.

"This is the watchdog that Hagrid helped prepare," Dumbledore said to Quirrell, who came in last. "You saw that, even if it's me, Fluffy doesn't give any face, it only recognizes Hagrid."

"And Fish."

Hagrid, who was interacting with Lou Wei, suddenly turned his head and said a name that made Quirrell hate it.

"Oh, yes, and Fish," Dumbledore said with a wrinkled smile at the mention of Fish, "that kid's affinity is incredible, but Lu Wei is still very responsible in terms of guarding, Fish has thought about it several times. They were all blocked from going through that trapdoor."

Dumbledore added, pointing to the trapdoor at Louville's feet.

He was mainly worried that Quirrell would be detrimental to Fish in order to pass Lou Wei's guards, so he just told him in advance.

It's just that Dumbledore was too late when he said this, Quirrell had already found Fish, and he had suffered a big loss.

"Yes-yes-yes? That's really-really a good-good-good dog."

Quirrell smiled and praised, but only he knew the desolation in his heart.

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