Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"I... I... Is that so? How... How could I not know?"

Quirrell's smile looked very forced. He suspected that Sebastian might have seen through something.

Could the Dark Lord have been discovered?

The thought sent a wave of terror through Quirrell, as if a cold hand had gripped his heart.

He took a silent breath, trying to calm the tension within.

Quirrell quietly sensed that the Dark Lord on the back of his head had completely fallen into silence, as if sealing off all senses.

He slightly rotated his eyeballs, secretly observing Sebastian, and found that the opposite Sebastian looked as usual, and did not show any signs of being in a great enemy.

It seemed that it was likely unrelated to the Dark Lord.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

He couldn't afford to panic at this time!

Thinking of this, Quirrell slightly relaxed his vigilance.

Looking at the stubborn Quirrell, Sebastian smiled noncommittally and jokingly said.

"Haven't you always wanted to steal something from the depths of the fourth-floor corridor, Professor Quirrell?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, directly hitting Quirrell's heart. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and a hint of imperceptible panic appeared on his seemingly calm face.

He tried to control his expression, trying to remain calm, but a storm was raging in his heart.

How did Sebastian discover that he wanted to steal something?

What else did he know?

Quirrell's heart, which had just relaxed, jumped to his throat again. He worried that the secret of him being possessed by Voldemort had been discovered.

He tried his best to show a trace of innocence, and pretended to be calm and said.

"I... I don't understand... What... What are you talking about."

Sebastian smiled slightly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "Then tell me, your office is on the third floor, why are you often seen wandering on the fourth floor?"

"As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it's too unreasonable for you to be knocked unconscious by a troll!"

"Moreover, as far as I know, you also personally designed a level, which contains a troll. How do you explain this?" Sebastian pressed on step by step, the doubt in his tone gradually increasing.

Quirrell's palms began to sweat, and he felt an invisible pressure on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He勉强 squeezed out a smile: "That's... That's... Because..."

"You secretly let the troll in during the Halloween feast! The purpose was to cause panic, and then use a feint to the east and attack in the west." Sebastian did not give him a chance to argue, his voice suddenly raised, full of coercion and questioning, "Am I right, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell's face changed completely, his eyes began to dodge, he could no longer remain calm, and the fear and anxiety in his heart had swallowed him.

Quirrell argued with a look of panic: "Nonsense... This is... Slander!"

"I... I didn't... Have the idea of stealing... the Philosopher's Stone."

As soon as the words came out, Quirrell was stunned.

Crap...

Too flustered!

He blurted it out!

The other party didn't say that the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the depths of the fourth floor.

And Dumbledore hadn't explicitly said what was hidden there.

Before he had time to regret it, Quirrell saw Sebastian glance at him contemptuously: "Professor Quirrell, did I just mention the Philosopher's Stone?"

Immediately afterwards, Sebastian changed the subject and started acting: "Don't be nervous, Professor Quirrell, we are actually on the same path."

On the same path?

What does he mean?

A strong curiosity arose in Quirrell's heart, and he eagerly wanted to know what Sebastian meant.

Sebastian smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "Actually, you are not the only one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I have the same idea. We are natural allies."

So that's how it is!

Here's another one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!

This guy looks dignified, but he's actually a hypocrite!

Quirrell, who had relaxed slightly, pretended to be surprised and said, "You... You... Want to steal... the Philosopher's Stone?! Aren't you... Afraid... That I will tell... the headmaster?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes in his heart.

He's acting quite like it!

If I didn't know the plot, I would have been fooled by you.

He pointed his hand towards the door and said slowly: "Please, Professor Quirrell, you can expose me now."

"Let's see if the headmaster believes you or me!"

Sebastian paused, and said regretfully: "I came with sincerity, but if you insist on not cooperating, then we are competitors."

"Let us each use our means to see who is better."

Sebastian paused, observed Quirrell's reaction, and then added: "By the way, if I can't get the Philosopher's Stone, I will also stare at you and prevent you from getting it."

"Consider my suggestion."

As soon as Sebastian's words fell, the office fell into silence.

Quirrell's expression changed constantly, as if he was caught in a battle between heaven and man.

Looking at the tangled Quirrell, Sebastian did not urge him at all, but quietly looked at him, without saying a word.

In fact, Sebastian came to Quirrell today not simply to stimulate him, but to lay a seed for saving him in the future.

This was not a whim, but a well-thought-out decision.

He wanted to establish a model in the magical world, a model where ordinary people, besides the savior, could also escape from Voldemort's hands.

In this way, not only can Voldemort's invincible image be broken again, but also help Harry share the firepower.

In addition, if Quirrell survives, he can also personally confirm that Voldemort regards his followers as worthless, and there is no future in following him.

In short, if Quirrell can be saved, there will definitely be many benefits.

However, Sebastian knew that Quirrell was now full of vigilance and was wary of everything in Hogwarts.

Therefore, he chose to disguise himself as someone who also wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and play a game of infernal affairs.

As long as he could become Quirrell's ally and gain his trust, Sebastian could control the overall situation more clearly.

Pull him back before Quirrell sucks the unicorn's blood, give him a hope, so that he will not be completely depraved.

In this way, the chance of saving Quirrell in the end can be increased to more than 50%.

Of course, Sebastian didn't expect Quirrell to believe him immediately.

Seeing Quirrell pondering endlessly, Sebastian prepared to play a trick of playing hard to get. He turned around and slowly walked towards the door of the office.

He knew that Quirrell would not let him leave like this, even if he was willing, the person behind him would not be willing.

Sure enough, as Sebastian was about to open the door, Quirrell's fluent words came from behind.

"Professor Swann, please wait!"