"Master... we are seriously injured."
Quirrell's eyes flashed red and green. It was a look of madness and chaos.
"That kid! He's weird!" Chilo suddenly jumped up and said in a hysterical tone.
"That's a very special magic, I've never seen it before."
Voldemort's voice was still calm. In his eyes, the kid's magic was indeed a bit weird, but it was not so unexplainable.
It's probably some kind of weird magic passed down from the Gunter family that can weaken the power of magic.
But he didn't know the principle. The same magical effect can be achieved in many different ways, but weakening other people's magical power can achieve this effect whether it is physical weakness or mental weakness.
And Quirrell couldn't explain what it felt like, which made him very dissatisfied. It just means that I feel very confused and confused.
Having said this is almost as good as not having said it.
So Voldemort has no conclusion.
"Isn't that... dangerous?"
Quirrell spoke tremblingly and a little scared.
"It doesn't affect me, that is to say, the power is limited. What really surprised me is that this boy's combat ability is actually quite good. He can even really use some wizard dueling skills. Although he is still very immature."
Voldemort nodded with satisfaction at Luke's special magic, excellent appearance, and noble blood. If it weren't for the high cost of leaving Quirrell now, Voldemort could leave Quirrell directly tonight and go to Luke's body to find Luke as a parasite.
Of course, he is also sure to convince Luke to be parasitized by him. Because the people of the Gaunt family are always arrogant and greedy. He believed that when he made such a request, the kid must not have been thinking about quickly reporting Dumbledore and killing him, but thinking about how to use him, or even...devour him. Let yourself be the nourishment for him to become stronger.
This is the Gaunt family, the greedy family, the snake-like family.
Why he knows it is because he has half of the blood of that family. He was proud of that part of his bloodline. Although he personally killed the only two people left in the Gaunt family that he knew at first.
Because of this, he was the only one left carrying that great bloodline. What an honorable thing this is!
However, just because of his Muggle blood, his great bloodline was not even recognized by those people. They will not see themselves as the heirs of that family, they will fear themselves, they will please themselves. But they definitely don't think they can be on par with them in terms of blood.
Even if they bow down in front of themselves, except for a few people, the vast majority of people, even if they kneel in front of themselves, still look down on themselves.
This is really a huge travesty. This is really stupid aristocracy.
Don't they know...power! Is that everything in this world! ?
Of course, these words were never spoken to anyone even during Voldemort's heyday. Because those nobles themselves hold power.
Of course, this made him even more convinced that his theory was correct.
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But even so, what he didn't realize back then was still fulfilled. He once thought that there was really no one left in the Gaunt family.
But who knows, there is actually a legacy of the Gunter family in the dark. And at this time, he stood up and inherited the entire Gunter family.
That young man, he is just like himself back then, he is so good, so powerful, so smart, and has such a bright future! It seemed that as long as he stretched out his hand, the power, money, and beauty of the entire magical world would flow towards him. As long as he has enough strength to hold on, these things will always be his.
"A child that makes people jealous."
Voldemort couldn't help but sigh. There was hatred in his tone that he didn't even notice.
Quirrell nodded seriously, recalling his scenes in school, with strong hatred in his eyes: "He really makes people jealous, so jealous. I think... I think... I Want to... destroy him..."
Voldemort looked at Quirrell, who was almost crazy, and for the first time began to reflect on whether his brainwashing was a bit too strong.
"But not now, Quirrell, power, we need more power."
"I'm injured, Master. I'm injured. I can feel my mental exhaustion, and there's a strange curse on the wound on my abdomen."
The former needs more than just rest. He can feel that if he wants to recover through sleep, it is not impossible, but he must be prepared to sleep for at least a month.
As for the latter, it can only be said that this child is really different from ordinary children. The curse of healing tissue wounds and maintaining bleeding is superimposed on the transformation technique. For some old fritters in the magic world, it is naturally not very good. A very advanced fighting idea, but this is what happens to young wizards who have not really come into contact with the wizarding world.
Moreover, the curse used is quite unusual. The normal contact curse spell has no effect, and can only have a slight weakening effect, and it also takes a lot of time to peel off the cocoon bit by bit.
This meant that either Voldemort and Quirrell continued to work despite their injuries, or they could directly start recuperating and give this time to others.
I can't tell which situation is worse. But Voldemort soon gave up.
"They are all minor injuries. We will act according to our original plan." Voldemort said calmly: "As long as we get the last piece of unicorn flesh and blood, all these injuries will be healed and our strength will be greatly strengthened. .”
This is not nonsense, that weird prescription can really achieve such an effect. Unicorn flesh is really a wonderful thing, and it would be even better if it didn't have those curses.
"Okay, I understand, Master."
Quirrell responded, but for some reason, when he really thought of that boy, he couldn't help but shiver. Like something terrible is about to happen.
I don't know why, but I always feel that being an enemy of that boy would be a very scary thing.
Will something bad happen?
Quirrell asked himself.
So should we give up?
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Quirrell thought he had said nonsense... When would it be his turn to make the decision about whether to give up?
But... there's nothing wrong with being careful.
In this way, with caution towards Luke, Quirrell began preparations for his final trip to the Forbidden Forest.
"Remember, as long as we get the unicorn's flesh and blood this time, we will be successful."
Voldemort warned.
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At the same time, the students in the Snake Academy and Lion Academy in the morning looked at the inexplicable decrease in their academy points, with confused expressions on their faces.
No, what about my college points? I have so many college points!
Over fifty points! Do you know how many questions you have to answer in class? Even if Professor Snape were to deduct it, the fifty points would be enough for him to deduct it for a month or two!
What's going on!
Neville knew something, but when he saw everyone's angry expressions after being confused, he silently decided not to say anything.
"Who dunked this!" an unknown Gryffindor student said with a little sadness.
"Stand up!" Another senior girl said, "You have the ability to deduct points, you have the ability to stand up and admit it!"
Harry was suffocating in the crowd. He knew that this was his problem. Although the situation last night was urgent and the professor did not say how to deal with them, it seems that they have not escaped this punishment!
Luke said there is a way... Well, let's forget it. Is there any way to do this kind of thing...
Harry thought feebly, and then he gathered his courage and was ready to walk out. After all, if he did this kind of thing, he must be responsible for it.
Hide and act like a turtle. This is not his style.
While the little lions of Gryffindor were excitedly preparing to criticize the point-deducting genius, and when Harry was about to stand up and admit his mistake, a burst of angry shouts came from the Slytherin team.
"100 points! 100 points! What's going on?!"
Theodore Nott said with a look of shock, as if he had seen last night's nightmare early in the morning, and it was not a nightmare, but a reality. This feeling is not much better than facing the dementors directly.
The same is unacceptable.
Malfoy opened his mouth. He knew what was going on and could guess what was going on. Of the three people who didn't come back last night, one was from Gryffindor, and Gryffindor was deducted fifty points. And two of them belonged to Slytherin, so Slytherin deducted 100 points.
It's broken, everything is so clear and clear.
In fact, if we were to count last night, Slytherin would be deducted 150 points. After all, Master Malfoy was also involved. When it comes time to deduct points, the professors won't care whether you helped out on sentry duty or went directly to deliver the fire dragon. And Gryffindor should be deducted a full two hundred points... They went to four people last night. but only one person
After all, as long as they are involved in this matter, there should be nothing wrong with finding the same set of punishment measures.
Of course, most students in the Snake Academy still maintain their basic composure. Because even if they deducted 100 points, they still maintained the lead in the Academy Cup. Although the lead is not as much as before. But a lead is still a lead.
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"Calm down, Theodore." Malfoy said angrily to the huffing Theodore Nott, "Although something is not quite right, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be Luke and Taylor. Deducted."
So the Slytherin students who were still noisy suddenly fell silent.
Malfoy smiled sarcastically: "This itself is an extra point for them, and these 100 points are not as many as the points they gave us. So there is nothing to complain about."
What Malfoy said did make some sense, but it didn't make much sense. After all, right is right and wrong is wrong. Even if it means balancing merits and demerits, it does not mean that faults do not exist.
But this kind of logic seems to work in Slytherin, especially when the person who made the mistake is Luke Gunter. Many things seem to be forgivable.
"There must be some special reason. Even if you are caught wandering at night, you won't be deducted so many points. In other words, you did something very dangerous."
Pansy Parkinson spoke thoughtfully.
"It may not be a bad thing... For us students, it may not be a bad thing. Maybe it is something worthy of admiration!"
Although he was reluctant to admit that Luke had tricked him, Marcus Flint couldn't help but speak for Luke at this time. This was a kind of trust from the heart.
Under such a voice, the students in the Snake Academy looked at the gemstone hourglass used for scoring, and then left without interest. A simple deduction of points would hardly have any impact on them. After all, they still have a complete advantage. Since the first place was not lost, there is nothing to blame.
What's more... so what if he is surpassed? They have Luke and Tyler. Wouldn't it be nice to wait until later to get the lead back?
What a big deal.
So the little snakes dispersed.
After doing this, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students who originally wanted to watch some fun dispersed without much interest. And the interest that was originally furious and wanted to teach the person who deducted points a lesson was weakened a lot.
Because it's still the same, nothing has changed, and the gap between them and Slytherin has even been reduced by fifty points. Although if the fifty points were not deducted, the current gap would be reduced to one hundred points.
But in the final analysis, it’s all about picking up. Picking up fifty or picking up a hundred is quite satisfying.
And just when he was neither up nor down, Harry broke away from Ron's hand, walked in front of everyone and said, "Sorry, everyone, this point is deducted from me."
After saying that, he bowed deeply and apologetically to everyone.
To be honest, there are still many people who can't stand Harry, and at this time, when Harry deducted 50 points from the academy, if nothing else, none of his friends could excuse him from this situation. Something.
But... who knew that the people who saved Harry this time would actually be those from Slytherin.
Although Harry was bowing, it was obvious that some people still didn't want to forgive, so they were still thinking about it.
"Oh! Is this the Gryffindor who says we are narrow-minded all day long?"
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At some point, Master Malfoy appeared here again with Carab and Goyle, with a sarcastic smile.
"It's only fifty points. Oh my God, the points Po Te gave you to earn in Quidditch must be more than fifty points."
Although this is a fact, when this fact is said by a snake they hate most, it becomes extremely ironic.
"Okay, let's all disperse."
Although Percy was also annoyed by this matter, he still cared more about their faces than the deduction of points which did not affect the ranking.
Under Malfoy's mocking smile, everyone dispersed.
Harry gave Malfoy a grateful look, and Malfoy smiled proudly.
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