He looked like a mummy maggot, Aini couldn't think of any other more appropriate words to describe Voldemort's current appearance.
Maybe if you throw him into a manure pit, you can immediately become the king again. His size is at least 10,000 times that of his "similar kind", and he can be worthy of being the overlord among maggots.
But when this disgusting thing was poked in front of Quirrell, he crawled over and kissed the lower end of the "big maggot" without hesitation.
"Master, please, let's take action today. I can't hold on any longer. Please, master."
"Master, I feel like I won't survive more than a month. That will disrupt your plan!"
Quirrell cried at the top of his lungs. If Voldemort hadn't cast a spell to isolate the area immediately after he appeared, the entire Hogsmeade would have been awakened by him.
"Shut up, you loser." Voldemort was furious. He could hardly suppress his desire to kill.
But how could Quirrell give up his plea? Although he took a foolish step in finding the Dark Lord, the Ravenclaw graduate was actually not stupid. He knew that pleading with Voldemort was of little use now, but he also Knowing that this may be his only chance of survival.
He no longer had any hope that Voldemort could fulfill his promise. Strength and power were no longer important.
Quirrell just wants to save his life now. He only has this request, a request that he never cared about more than a year ago.
Nowadays, perhaps it is more appropriate to say it is a luxury.
Finally, the Dark Lord could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He took Quirrell's wand and pointed it at his master.
Quirrell vaguely heard four words - "Heart-breaking and bone-cutting".
This was the spell Voldemort used most on him, and he was so impressed by it that he could even remember every tone of his master's spell.
But the reality was not what he thought, and it was even worse.
A green light filled his vision.
"Avada eats the big melon!"
"I%#￥@&...%#!"
The Sniff that Aini transformed into was lying on the ground, panting heavily. If it hadn't been for the series of cordial greetings, someone would have thought that a female Sniff had just passed by.
After a brief pause, Aini crawled toward Hogwarts with weak hands and feet, and tears as big as peas fell to the ground.
In small areas such as tunnels or shacks, he simply couldn't use his life-saving cards.
To be on the safe side, after transforming into a Niffler, Ani activated one of his abilities and made a deal with a can of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans.
The object is a passing little mouse. Ani pays the multi-flavor beans, and the little mouse temporarily lends his vision and control.
Obviously after the green light flashed, this moment temporarily became the last part of the little mouse's life.
This spell can temporarily link their souls. When the little mouse died, Aini felt as if he had lost the most important part of his life and couldn't help but shed tears.
Unable to open his vest for the time being, Aini quickly left the tunnel and hid in the grass nest.
After a full two hours, Quirrell crawled out from the entrance and staggered towards the castle.
Seeing Quirrell enter the castle, Ani quickly ran towards the Shrieking Shack.
The stench in the passage became stronger, but Aini wished it could be shorter.
Transforming back into his human form, Ani put away his unrealistic thoughts and ran quickly towards the Shrieking Shack, hoping in his heart that it was not too late.
Covering his red forehead, Aini finally arrived at the Shrieking Shack. What caught his eye was the poor little mouse, lying limply on the ground, lifeless.
"Good boy, I'm sorry." He stepped forward and hugged the soft ball. Aini closed his eyes and gently tapped his eyelids with the wand.
When he broke away again, he saw a cloud of silver smoke floating above the little mouse, lingering for a long time and unwilling to leave.
This is the soul of the little mouse. In fact, the Death Curse does not cause much damage to the soul. It only separates the soul from the body and misleads the body of the recipient, causing it to lose its vitality on its own.
Just like the legendary God of Death demanding lives and seducing souls, its name also comes from this.
Since physical death is a self-induced mechanism, the curse is unsolvable if it is strong enough to cause the subject's soul to leave the body.
On the other hand, when the spell is not strong enough to extract the soul, it will not cause much harm to the recipient, only a slight discomfort.
Just as Crouch Jr. once infiltrated Hogwarts as Moody, he once told the young wizards that their life-killing spells could only bring out a little nosebleed, nothing more.
To be precise, the reason why the Death Curse, Soul Imperius Curse and Cruciatus Curse are unforgivable is precisely because these three spells directly target the soul.
The soul-stealing curse is called soul-stealing, but it does not really take away the opponent's soul, but controls the soul. Those dark wizards who are good at this can choose whether to retain the opponent's memory when they are controlled.
The top figures among them are able to obscure the truth through intermittent memories. When the subject wakes up, he or she is not even aware that he has been controlled by the Imperius Curse. Even Veritaserum cannot reveal the truth.
This is also the reason why after the First Wizarding War in England, many Death Eaters escaped punishment under the pretense of being under the Imperius Curse.
The Cruciatus Curse is the simplest and crudest. It brings the deepest pain to the recipient by constantly stirring the soul. It is a soul pain that is incomparable to any physical pain.
The body's protective mechanism of coma will be ineffective, because this kind of pain directly acts on the soul, and long-term torture may even crush the opponent's soul.
Even though this spell cannot harm the origin of the soul, when the fragmented soul is pieced together, the kitchen ceiling light is likely to be connected to the toilet floor, and the subject will most likely lose their self-awareness and become just a human being. Poor bastards who can rely on the care of others to stay alive.
Ani looked at the soul of the little mouse with guilt. After the body lost its vitality, it would no longer be a refuge for the soul. Although he found the spirituality that had not dissipated, he could no longer put the little guy back into its body. .
By some strange coincidence, Aini took out a crystal bottle and stretched it towards the soul light mist. The moment the two came into contact, the little mouse's soul group swung in like an octopus in danger.
Aini corked the bottle and put it back in his pocket. Aini didn't know why he did this. Anyway, he stopped the little guy's soul from dissipating first, and maybe he could do something for it in the future.
This bottle is an antique collected by Ms. Emma. It is said to be used by necromancers in the Dark Ages to store souls. Let's try to see how long it can keep the soul of a little mouse.
After thinking about it, Aini did not bury its body, so he took out an ice box and put it away, took out the bottle, put the two into the box and put them together.
Just in case, he turned himself into a little fox again, walked around the shack and left footprints, then returned to the intersection under the Whomping Willow and rushed towards the unicorn colony.
