Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 23 The Two-Faced Man and the Hospital Director
No one would have thought that a trip would change a lifetime.

Entering the room, Quilinus Quirrell swung his staff and cast a spell. After carefully doing all the security work, he took off the heavy scarf to reveal his bald back of the head.

"I have fulfilled your orders, master."

Sweeping away the previous timidity, Quirrell's pale face was extremely flattering, and there was a bit of ruthlessness and insidiousness hidden in his eyes.

He's an excellent pretender.

Even the "greatest wizard" Dumbledore failed to perceive his "mask".

"well done."

The closed-eyed face on the back of Quirrell's head spoke slowly.

"It is my honor, great master."

With an excited expression on his face, Quirrell seemed to have received the best compliment in the world. He grinned, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of disturbing the owner who lived in his body.

"Ahem, this is a gift, Quilinus is a perfect container, I must have him."

Speaking of which, Voldemort gave a weak smile, his cheerful look was like accidentally getting a cold drink with ice cubes in the scorching sun.

Klein Grindelwald.

A child who can improve spells as young as 11.

There is no better body than this one.

"Of course, my lord, you will have everything you want."

After listening to Voldemort's words, Quirrell couldn't help feeling sour.Although it is acceptable intellectually, but to put it bluntly, that talented little devil simply jumped out to "compete" with him.

Why?
Obviously he is the most faithful and humble servant of the great master!
"Quelinas. Our plan. Needs to be expedited."

The mirror in his heart knew Quirrell's jealousy, but Voldemort didn't take it seriously. Anyway, except for himself, all the remaining servants were just pawns.

Use it when it's useful, and throw it away when it's not.

What a simple truth.

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell nodded, carefully recalling the results of the next week's exploration.

He can be sure that Nick Flamel's Philosopher's Stone must be hidden in Hogwarts, but the exact location is unclear. The most likely location is the headmaster's office on the eighth floor—that place is not easy to sneak into. , especially when the master is still very weak, it is absolutely impossible for him to break through the barrier set by Dumbledore.

but
If you can divert the tiger away from the mountain, maybe you can have a little chance?
"Quelinas. We have to complete the plan in these few months. No one can keep Dumbledore from forever."

As Dumbledore's old rival and student, Voldemort had a natural fear of the always smiling old man.

This may have something to do with his experience in the orphanage back then. While he saw the greatness of magic that day, he also planted the seeds of fear of the elderly in his heart.

This shadow is hard to dissipate. As long as Albus Dumbledore is alive, Voldemort will not be able to feel at ease.

If it wasn't for the fact that his soul was too broken and urgently needed to be restored, he really wanted to get out of Albania after killing that old thing.

It's a pity that most powerful wizards live long, and he doesn't have that much time.

"Of course, my master."

Quirrell rolled his eyes, and then spoke.

"As far as I know, there should be something in the school's forbidden forest that will help you recover. If we can sneak into it, we may be able to shorten the time of the plan."

"No, no."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Voldemort's weak voice.

"Quilinas, my faithful servant, we must not expose our current status, but keep a low profile as much as possible."

Voldemort knew what was going on in Quirrell's mind. In fact, he already knew that there was something in the Forbidden Forest that could help him, and he was also eager for that thing.

The blood of unicorns.

This creature symbolizing purity is extremely magical, and blood is a great tonic.Although there were some insignificant curses, for an existence like him that didn't even have a complete soul, the negative effects were simply negligible.

As for whether it will hurt Quirrell
Just as one cannot remember how many breads one has eaten in one's life, so he has long since forgotten how many servants he has deserted.

"Yes, my lord, I will be careful."

Quirrell nodded respectfully, but there was worry in his eyes.

He is not good at brewing potions, and the liquid medicine for maintaining the stability of the soul that he spent all his wealth is almost used up.

If he hadn't been able to get the Philosopher's Stone by then, he might really have to go for a walk in the Forbidden Forest.

"The effect is at least three times that of before, which is incredible!"

Alberto Hank squinted his eyes, checked the healed wound for at least 3 minutes, and after repeatedly confirming that he was not feeling any discomfort, he took off his glasses and praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Improved Healing Curse" or "New Healing Curse", this spell brought him too much surprise.

"Klein Grindelwald, an 11-year-old spell improver, is truly a genius."

No one can understand better than him what impact this spell will have on the wizarding world. As the current director of the "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries", Aberdo gave birth to the child he had never met. of great interest.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regain his energy, and pressed the brass button placed on the desk.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three short bells rang, and a woman's face appeared out of thin air.

"Dean?"

Mrs. Nocher, the hospital administrator, looked serious.

"A new patient? Is it dragon fire burn or gold dust sore?"

Without waiting for Aberdo to speak, Mrs. Nocher took the initiative to ask.Usually, only in rare serious cases would their dean be doomed to contact the outside world.

"It's not the same as before Ms Nocher, I'm going out next week"

Pausing for a second, Aberdo stroked the beard on his chin.

"By Thursday, give me a team of ten healers, and I'll take them to Hogwarts for inspection."

"Hogwarts?"

After hearing what her dean said, Mrs. Nocher was a little dazed.

Isn't Hogwarts a school for wizards?

Even if the dean wants to take the team out for exchange and study, he should go to several other well-known magic hospitals.

"Mrs. Nocher?"

Seeing that the other party was a little absent-minded, Abdo coughed lightly.

"I'm sorry, Dean, it's my fault. I will form a team of experienced therapists, please rest assured."

No matter what the dean wants to do, it is not something that she, the administrative director, needs to worry about. The most important thing is to do her own job honestly.After agreeing, Mrs. Nocher interrupted the magic communication, got up and left the office.

After explaining the task, Aberdo also leaned on the armchair contentedly, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Such a young man who has shown great talent for healing magic since he was a child is worth paying attention to in advance. He will be recruited into the hospital in a few years, and he will be a seedling of a top therapist.

(End of this chapter)