Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 162 Quirinus Quirrell
The mirror moon hangs high, and the cold color floats in the sky.It had been a long time since nightfall, when the three children lying in the school hospital finally recovered from the stimulation that happened not long ago, and fell asleep with the overwhelming drowsiness, in a certain Hogwarts In the deserted corridor, two jet-black figures were confronting each other at this moment.

"Quirinus Quirrell..."

Severus Snape's deep and hoarse voice was filled with raging anger which was rare at this moment.

Those eyes, sunken into the eye sockets, were as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, fixedly staring at the thin and cowardly man in front of him.Like a predator staring at its prey, it was driven into a corner bit by bit.

Finally, with a "plop", Quirrell's back hit the wall, and when there was no way to retreat, he could only lift up the eyes full of fear and sadness under the strange hood, and begged in a low voice. road
"Please...Professor Snape, I really, really didn't mean to... I, I regret it so much... Please, I, I really didn't mean to harm Draco and Harry... real."

Quirrell's acting skills can be said to be very good, even if he is pulled out alone, in the entertainment circle of the British Muggle society, he is qualified to overwhelm a group of second-rate actors.

If it was another person standing in front of him at this moment, seeing his performance, I'm afraid no matter how confident he was, he would still have some doubts.However, it is a pity that for Severus Snape, who has already seen the darkest side of the world, Quirrell's measurement is undoubtedly just enough to play...

"listen……"

Suddenly, Severus raised his hand, grabbed Quirrell by the collar, slammed it against the wall, and then pulled it back in front of him again.

"Maybe Dumbledore will believe your words, maybe McGonagall will believe your words...but I will never...do you know why?"

Quirrell looked at the somewhat dim black pupils in the shadows, panicked for no reason, and subconsciously responded:

"I, I don't understand what you're talking about..."

Before he finished speaking, the angry Severus interrupted him, angrily scolded, "Because I smell something I shouldn't ask!"

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell felt an obvious change in the back of his head, and he knew that it was his master's reaction.

A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed from Quirrell's turban, then flowed across his forehead, and finally fell to the ground along the tip of his nose.

After a "click", an inaudible sound, the bead of sweat fell to the ground, shattered into splashes, and then there were no traces.

The surroundings returned to silence, only two gasping sounds that were also not very peaceful were left.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape..."

In the darkness where the moonlight could not shine, the muscles on Quirrell's face began to twitch slightly.A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes, which erased the original timidity on his face.

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

Quirrell's arm moved back imperceptibly, and skillfully fumbled for the wand that he had originally put in his pocket...

Just when he was about to touch the wand, intending to act first to get rid of this threatening aftermath, Severus' hands that had been firmly grasping his collar suddenly let go...

And this change also made Quirrell stunned for a moment, the hand that was supposed to hold the wand was also slowed in mid-air, and there was no further action.

Snape took two steps back, looked deeply at Quirrell, pulled the black robe on his body that was blown by the night wind, then turned and walked towards the other side of the corridor.

"I will write to Charlie verbatim about this matter. I hope that when you face him, you will still be as stubborn as you were when you argued with me."

After putting down a harsh word without looking back, Severus left straight away, submerged into the darkness, leaving only a burst of rhythmic footsteps, which gradually drifted away in Quirrell's ears, until finally disappeared ...

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"This is what you said, a [-]% success plan!?!!!"

After escaping back to his room covered in sweat, Quirrell was not greeted with a brief relief, but a violent storm compared to Snape.

Voldemort cursed angrily, and it sounded like he wanted to tear him apart.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! Master... I really didn't expect that there would be a damned elf inserted into the plan... Really, master, please believe me, if it wasn't for it..."

Trembling like a sieve, Quirrell explained tremblingly, trying to get Voldemort's forgiveness, but in the end, what he got in exchange was only more acute and severe pain.

"Enough!!! Sorry! Sorry!! Sorry!!! What else can you say other than sorry!? You trash!! If it wasn't, if it wasn't that I have nothing to do now, I would definitely kill you as soon as possible !! Turn you into a pile of scum!!”

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Like an electric shock, Quirrell's whole body began to twitch violently, and an uncontrollable pain suddenly swept across his whole body from his heart.It takes almost no thinking to be sure that this is undoubtedly Voldemort's usual trick - "crucio (crucio curse)!"

However, as the first painful cry subconsciously came out of his throat, Quirrell, relying on his will, hurriedly picked up the turban that had just been thrown aside, and stuffed it in his mouth regardless of other things, sobbing to stop the sound issued in order to prevent others from discovering the abnormality at this time.

This time Voldemort's anger lasted for an exceptionally long time, and the abuse suffered by Quirrell naturally became longer and longer...

After a long time, when Quirrell was like a dead dog, never giving any feedback on his movements, even his pupils almost lost focus, and the whites of his eyes faintly rolled out, Voldemort finally managed to suppress his anger , Let Quirrell go for a while, so that he won't be tortured and go crazy like Neville's parents Alice and Frank.

However, when Quirrell was finally freed from this long suffering, the first thing he did was not to make himself more comfortable, but quickly brought a look of joy on his face and returned to his kneeling position piously said
"My great master... your strength is still terrifying, even though my humble body has been baptized by it, I still can't help but applaud you for successfully recovering to such a state!!!"

To be honest, even if Russell, who is also a servant, sees Quirrell's humble kneeling at this moment, he will be shocked and speechless at first, and then give him disdainful contempt... You know, even an old man like Kreacher Guy, I'm afraid there is no such exaggeration... This appearance is simply more house-elf than house-elf!

But I have to say that this method is indeed very effective for Voldemort.

After allowing Voldemort to possess him for such a long time, Quirrell has already figured out the other party's temper little by little. He knows what Voldemort likes to hear the most and what to do so that he can be less tortured. How can I live a more nourishing life in this sad state...

Sure enough, listening to Quirrell's extremely low-key flattery, Voldemort's already distorted heart seemed to be satisfied, and his originally hideous expression became much calmer...

"Humph……"

Voldemort let out a cold snort, then said disdainfully

"What does a stupid servant like you know? It's just a power that I can't understand... There is still a long... a long time before I can fully recover to my perfect state."

Having said that, the remaining anger in Voldemort's heart finally subsided.

Seemingly hearing the change in the other party's tone, Quirrell couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.I thought to myself that this life was saved after all... As I thought about it, but my mouth still kept talking, and it was another meal of hype, to continue to coax Voldemort more comfortably...

After a long time, seeing that the fire was almost ready, Quirrell changed the topic to the right place again, and asked cautiously
"So... great master, now that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are still alive, what should we do next?"

On the back of the head, the face was undulating, sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, as if thinking about something.

After a pause, he slowly opened his mouth and answered Quirrell's question.

"Forget it... Since they didn't kill them this time, if they have another accident like this in a short period of time, that old guy Albus Dumbledore will inevitably find some clues."

"You mean..." Quirrell cautiously probed.

"Let them live for a few more days... When I get the Philosopher's Stone, the damned will die! Especially that... Harry Potter."

As if thinking of some bad memories, when Harry Potter's name was pronounced, Voldemort's hoarse voice became more ferocious.The meaning is profound, but also carries a kind of extreme hatred... It's as if a poisonous snake lurking in the dark has remembered the name, even just thinking about it makes people shudder.

"As you wish, my great master..."

After bowing his head respectfully, Quirrell hurriedly asked his second worry.

"Then... what should Severus Snape do? He said he would tell Charlie Black about it."

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Voldemort showed an extremely arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards his question this time.

"Tch... Severus Snape? It's just an unfamiliar dog. He wants to talk, so let him talk. Anyway, that Draco Malfoy is not dead... As for Charlie Black Do you think this despicable speculator really cares so much about his so-called relatives?
Don't forget, when he was on the battlefield back then, even if his own sister stood in front of him, he would send a thunderbolt without hesitation! "

Having said this, Voldemort seemed to recall a lot of previous memories. When he became interested, he smacked his lips and continued to express his emotions to Quirrell.

"They all say that I am a ruthless devil, an extreme monster... But in my opinion, Charlie Black and I are just half the same!"

"It's just that I'm more sincere, more courageous, and able to express my ambitions better than him!... But he is just pretending to use a ridiculous banner to hide his desire."

"However... I have to say that the world is so ruthless sometimes... The cowardly and hypocritical survived and flourished, but I—the person who was about to overthrow the entire magic world, because of a stupid Prophecy, a damned curse, reduced to such an extent!"

Facing the face behind him, Quirrell seemed to form some kind of obsessive self-talk, as if he had already gotten used to this state of the other party, and just listened quietly without saying anything.

It wasn't until finally, after Voldemort had finished speaking, that he responded in a low voice:
"They will pay the price... my great master. You will reappear in front of them in a short time, and take back what belongs to you with a stronger posture."

"Tell me, Quirinus... what is that?"

"It's... victory, and everything!"

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However, Voldemort's cognition of Charlie Black still has a lot of errors...

A few days later, in Charlie Black's office.

Just finished processing those piles of documents and completed the difficult task of once a year.

Just when Charlie was about to take a break and take a good vacation for himself, three letters mailed from Hogwarts were delivered to his desk by Russell on the same day.

These three letters were from Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and... Albus Dumbledore.

Charlie opened them one by one, and read them silently one by one.

When the last letter from Albus Dumbledore was placed on his desk, the joy and ease that had just risen had long since disappeared, leaving only a sense of coldness, still in his heart. The bottom of my eyes is fully revealed...

He stroked the ring on his hand, but his mind was surprisingly calm.

Not long after, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Russell appeared in front of him instantly.

"Good afternoon, my respect..."

The customary greeting was stopped abruptly by him.Russell raised his head and looked at his master. Obviously, he also quickly saw something from the other's expression. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, and quickly closed his mouth.

"Go get ready... I'm going to Hogwarts again."

No nonsense, a mouthful of foul air was slowly spit out by him.Charlie's voice was flat, flat and without any emotion.

However, Russell clearly knew that the more calm he was, the more it explained the restlessness in Charlie's heart at the moment.

He still clearly remembers that the last time this happened was when Dabu was carried back to the factory from the United States...

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(End of this chapter)