Chapter 95 Quirrell Died so Wrongly

In a previous life, William had seen such a job advertisement:

The Syrian war zone is recruiting summer workers, part-time jobs, 8,000 a day, daily.

It is no different from eating chicken at ordinary times, and provides guns and bazookas. There are four off-road trucks in the front, four in the rear, and eight in the back.

With such superior conditions, William was moved at that time. He is a chicken-eating expert, and he is an old man.

It's a pity that William is not old enough, otherwise he would definitely sign up.

Regardless of whether the bidding advertisement is true or false, people at least know one thing: high risk and high reward.

Correspondingly, the crematorium's corpse carrier salary is equally high:

After all, in this position, there is a very high possibility of encountering strange and strange supernatural events, maybe being scratched by a fingernail, and you may become a ghost...

So the question is, what about the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?

Less money, more things to do, a lot of pressure, and an unruly boss...

Wait, these few descriptors seem to work for most jobs.

Then add another sentence: the mortality rate is high!

For three consecutive years, two professors died, and one was imprisoned in Azkaban... This is only the number that William knows so far. What he doesn't know, isn't there more?

For a time, the cursed campus legend of Defense Against the Dark Arts... once again became a buzz.

What was Quirrell's cause of death?

The majority of students naturally cleaned up their suspicions as soon as possible.

Everyone analyzed that Quirrell's death was caused by the pressure of teaching at Hogwarts.

Seven years in total, Quirrell was the only Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He woke up earlier than Hagrid and slept later than Filch, and he was full of classes during the day, all day long.

The iron body must also be boiled down!

Didn't Professor Binns die of stress? Even if he dies, he must continue to serve the evil Hogwarts.

As for the usual pranks, it was just to relieve the pressure on Professor Quirrell.

It sounds so reasonable, but William is speechless!

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Fourth floor restricted area.

Dumbledore stood in front of Quirrell's body, speechless.

Snape's face was ugly. He looked at the poison on the table and felt very uncomfortable.

Not for Quirrell's death, but for himself.

No matter how much damage Quirrell suffered, the most crucial cause of death was drinking poison, which couldn't be changed.

Are you going to Azkaban again?

Ashley!

Shouldn't have listened to Dumbledore's words, and made so many poisons stupidly, they should have put some cough syrup and the like to pretend to be poisons.

"Don't worry, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Look at the back of Quirrell's head."

Snape stepped forward curiously, and he turned Quirrell over.

His head was bald, and on the back of his head, there was an obvious depression, as if something had been put there, but now it was gone.

"This is……"

"A black magic, very deep, evil black magic.

It allows a wizard to inhabit another wizard and use the host's body to a certain extent.

Of course, the price is that the life of the host will be greatly attenuated. ' Dumbledore explained.

"Who's attached to the back of Quirrell's head?" Snape's voice trembled.

"You know who it is, Severus." Dumbledore stared at Quirrell's body.

Snape's face was extremely ugly,

In a strange tone, he said, "You've known for a long time, that man... on the back of Quirrell's head?"

"Yes, the first time I saw Quirrell, I felt a strange aura. Although he was well hidden, it was difficult for ordinary people to find him, but I happened to be much more careful than ordinary people."

Dumbledore's tone was calm, not much pride.

"After the Gringotts incident, I am more certain of my guess."

"You knew the man was on Quirrell, but left him at school?" Snape stared angrily at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, are you full of troll snot in your head?!

So many students at the school, and Potter... He's impulsive, arrogant, arrogant, ignorant... That man can't wait to kill him!

Are you not afraid? "

"Severus, the choices Harry will face in the future are probably more severe than they are now!" Dumbledore's voice was deep and calm.

"It's a test and a test, he's very important! If I can't stand even that, I'll have to change my plan ahead of time."

"Also, I keep an eye on Quirrell."

"And what about Quirrell's death? You expected it?" Snape scoffed.

Silence, terrible silence.

Dumbledore was indeed wrong.

In his original plan, Harry should find out that Quirrell had a problem step by step under various guidance, and finally took the initiative to enter the restricted area on the fourth floor.

In the restricted area, Harry, with the help of his friends, went through various levels, and finally bravely faced Voldemort and defeated him with the power left by Lily!

That's how the whole story should flow.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

Dumbledore did not expect that last night, Voldemort would start a killing spree in the Forbidden Forest, consuming Quirrell's life recklessly;

He didn't even expect that after the battle, he would come to the restricted area to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

The most surprising thing is that Quirrell, the tool man, died before the end of the story.

He also has some headaches now.

"What are you going to do with this restricted area?" Snape asked. "And the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Keep it." Dumbledore sighed, "I know Voldemort, even better than he himself.

I'm pretty sure Voldemort didn't leave, he just left without coming back, he must be hiding somewhere in the school. "

"Where would he be hiding?" Snape frowned.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said softly: "A lot, I will check them one by one, but I'm afraid he is hiding somewhere I don't know."

"Is there anything you don't know about this school?" Snape sneered.

"Severus, Hogwarts has so many secrets that even I can't know them all.

Now there is such a place, I know it exists, but after a long search, I haven't found the specific location. "

Snape looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, as if to tell if he was telling the truth.

After a while, Snape asked again, "What about Quirrell?

He, a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, just died in the school for no apparent reason. The Ministry of Magic will investigate. How do you explain? "

Dumbledore had already prepared his speech, and he said calmly: "It was Quirrell who attacked Gringotts, he is the dark wizard lurking in the school.

I think Connelly would love to see such a criminal arrested, even if it's just a corpse! "

"What about the evidence, will the Ministry of Magic believe it?" Snape asked.

"My words are the evidence. He didn't stay in his room in the middle of the night, but appeared in the restricted area. Naturally, he was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore pointed to Quirrell's body. "You saw that too, he's lying here."

"Maybe he's just curious... the evidence isn't that strong," Snape retorted.

"William is my witness, and I'll let him be questioned by the Aurors and tell them that he's sure Quirrell is... the black-robed wizard who attacked Gringotts."

"Is this bad?" Snape shook his head. "Stark is the only witness. In order to close the case, the Ministry of Magic will definitely disclose his testimony for the public to see."

Snape used an exaggerated tone and exaggerated sarcasm:

"How will the newspapers report it? Ha! The youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal, once again resisted the Dark Wizard and protected Gringotts!

How will the public evaluate it? Will excessive praise affect the child's growth? "

"William is more mature than you think."

Snape shrugged noncommittally.

Although he doesn't like Stark, he doesn't want him to be like Potter!

Speaking of which...why doesn't Harry's character resemble Lily at all?

Snape sighed regretfully.

If Harry was Harry, he would have to adopt her even if he tried his hardest!

Dumbledore's wand waved, and Quirrell's body floated up, wrapped in a huge box.

Dumbledore picked up the parchment on the table again, and glanced at the potion number four that had been drained on the table.

He was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "By the way, Severus, what is the answer you calculated?"

Snape said strangely:

"What's the matter? Don't you know? The answer is obvious. 'Dumbledore' has the number 2, and 'Snape' has 8."

"..."

"What's wrong?" Snape looked bewildered. "Am I wrong? Impossible... You must be wrong, Headmaster!"

Snape emphatically refused to admit that he was wrong.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he suddenly felt that Quirrell had died... a bit wrong.

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