Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“That man… is it back to Britain?”

Quirrell’s face was deeply hidden in his broken hood and asked Marx in a low voice.

“Voldemort? Of course, I have already gone back…” Marx nodded, staring at the shadow in the hood, as if to see the darkness.

“Yes? Yeah… this is a matter of course…” Quirrell said softly, as if he was talking to Marx, but he seemed to be talking to himself, “…it seems that he seems to fail again. Yes, is it? Otherwise, you will not be so calmly here…”

He said, rubbing his head again and looking over Marx’s shoulder behind him.

There, the nearly 14-foot-tall Troll leader is being fattened by a giant rock. Until now, there has been almost no effort to fight back.

“McLorne… Well, it looks like I have missed a student who is awful…” Quirrell sighed, and continued, “Since you still want to call me a ‘professor’, then you have to leave here as soon as possible. … bring Hagrid and the female half-giant together.”

“Professor Quirrell, don’t you want to say more?” Marx asked calmly. “For example, what did you experience with Voldemort in front of that stone?”

“en? You know?” Quirrell didn’t seem to expect that his experience would be known to others.

“Yes, I know some… Of course, what I want to know the most is…” Marx looked at him. “Professor Quirrell, what kind of state are you in now?”

“hmph, what kind of state?” Quirrell shook his head slightly. “After being used by that person, the waste that has been abandoned… is in a state like it? In short, it is a waste that has lost its value. I can do it.” Only wait for death…”

“Voldemort may think that you have no value, but I don’t think so.” Marx lightly said with a smile, “again, because he already feels that you have no value, so in my place, you become more valuable.” !”

When this sentence came out, Quirrell suddenly got into a shock and seemed to be excited at once.

“What about that?” He snarled in a hoarse voice, his tone almost changed. “Value, value, value! I have value for Voldemort, and now it is valuable to you.” What antique collection are I? Can a person be measured by the word ‘value’?”

“…Marx, what’s wrong? He…”

Marx turned his head and waved at Hagrid, who had just ran, and then looked forward to some hysterical Quirrell.

“Do you think that using the word ‘value’ to evaluate you is to belittle you?” He spread his hand. “At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value – including myself. ”

“Everything we do is accumulating our own value. Think about why you should learn and why you should work hard. What is Dumbledore hired to be a teacher? It is for your head. Sticking a Voldemort?”

“I remember, did you travel around to accumulate practical experience? You want to make yourself more valuable, you want to gain more valuable experience beyond theory, and your efforts, those ideals, Is there anything wrong?”

“Do you think there is a problem with the word ‘value’?”

Having said that, Marx suddenly shook his head and said: “The word is ok, the problem lies in the angle you look at it – your experience, your experience, your pain, let you see the perspective of this world has changed, That’s it.”

“Do you know why I still call you ‘Quirrell Professor’?” He paused, and the topic turned. “It’s just because you are in my heart – there is value.”

“And… value?” Quirrell seemed to lose strength all over the body, and he almost leaned on Troll’s lap and muttered to himself.

“Do you not feel that you have value yourself? Or why do you go to this place? In my opinion, it is not surprising that you are in this mountain. “”

Marx asked very directly: “What are you doing so hard to get here?”

“…I don’t want to die.” Silence for a moment, Quirrell struggled to say, “I… I shouldn’t have died so much… I can’t die like this… worthless!”

“So you escaped the mountain, so you didn’t move back to Britain without impulsiveness, so you hid here… I’m right?” Marx said with a smile.

“Yes, you are right…” Quirrell struggled took a deep breath, and the cold air slammed into his lungs. “I woke up from the unknown ruins that day and found that I was not dead.” – Obviously he all asserts that he will use his death to achieve his strength, but I am not dead!”

“Perhaps for this reason, the dark magic he applied to me is gone, I have regained my mind. I tried my best to drag this already ruined body and escaped from that place…”

“This is not easy.” Marx looked at him.

“Of course it’s not easy, but this is not the point…” Quirrell said with a wry smile. “The point is that I am not a wizard at all… What am I now? Squib?muggle? Disabled? I am not myself. know……”

“Right, don’t you say that I still have value?” he said, suddenly breaking open his cloak. “But I can’t even say when I will die… maybe tomorrow, no, It may be the next second!”

When Quirrell’s cloak was opened, Hagrid couldn’t help but scream.

No wonder he always sits on the ground in a weird posture. No wonder he always has to hold Troll’s legs. This is entirely because if he doesn’t do this, it is difficult to maintain his sitting position.

Quirrell was also wearing a more ruined wizard gown than the cloak, almost barely “hanging” on him. What is revealed in those huge holes is the body that has been deformed and deformed.

The body is as if the flesh and blood of the whole body has been drained, the skin is close to the bones, and the entire abdominal cavity has completely collapsed.

And his face, how it looks like how it looks like awkward, looks unusually scary.

He said that he could die in the next second, but he could look at him like this, but it would make people doubt that he is still alive.

Even if it is always calm, like Marx, I can’t help frowned at the moment.

“Is it just like this when I woke up?” he suddenly asked.

“en?” Quirrell glanced at him. The eyes were unusually large on his sly face. “No, when you wake up, it’s just powerless. It’s like this every day…”

“It’s hard for you to still be sensible…” Marx shook his head. “The average person looks at himself as a ghost, and most of them have already collapsed.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s useless… McLorne, do you still think I have ‘value’ for you?”

“Of course,” Marx without the slightest hesitation. “You are dead if you are dead. – Of course, if you are alive, you will be more valuable.”

The voice did not fall, he turned away, and the wand in his hand waved.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he made with transfiguration had already stunned the Troll head. During his wand wave, the stone giant suddenly lost the strength to support his body, hua la la broken a place.

“Let this group of Trolls stay away from here, I want to check your status as soon as possible… If you want me to see, you may not necessarily die. If you really want to die, you can’t wake up… According to my research, The enchanted monument will not make you a state of death.”

Listening to Marx, Quirrell simply snorted and said for a while, the group of Troll seemed to be reluctant to pick up the faint head and walked to the distance.

Marx used the Levitation charm to move Quirrell into the back cave. Under the horrified expression of Madam Maxime, he smacked the body of Quirrell’s body and touched it for a while.

“In terms of physical condition, there is no other dark magic.” After a while, Marx used the wand to reach Quirrell’s sternum. “It’s just that your vitality is obviously dissipating in the passing… Well, I have to help you again.” Check the soul…”

It was a long time before Marx walked out of the smashing cave and greeted Hagrid and Madam Maxime waiting outside.

“How is that guy?” Hagrid was curious.

“I can’t die for a while, but I can’t live for a long time…” Marx said, sticking out an index finger. “There is more than a month left.”

“No way?” Hagrid glanced down into the cave subconsciously, but saw Quirrell still closing his eyes and lying on the ground silently. “I still remember that when he was a student, it was a pretty good little. Guy…”

“There is no way… it’s not easy to say right now,” Marx shrugged said. “The situation here can be complicated! Some things, I haven’t studied it yet… his body and soul are constantly dissipating, and no specific reason can be found. “”

It is said to be dissipating, but that situation gives Marx the feeling that it is like being sucked away by something. Of course, this is just his speculation based on some signs.

“Right, Hagrid… How are you trapped here?” Marx asked. “Why don’t you leave with magic? For example, Disapparation?”

“He won’t… as for my words, it’s because I can’t use it.”

Madam Maxime said, she pulled out her wand and raised it towards Marx. I saw that the wand had been broken by external force, and half of it was swaying in the air, only a small part was still connected.

“Oh… um,” Marx laughed, cleverly, “oak? It looks good tough…”