Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"I only see your incompetence," Voldemort's face twisted with fury, and Quirrell felt a sharp pain throughout his body, leading him to scream again.

This torment lasted for what felt like half a day before finally stopping, his clothes soaked with sweat.

"I don't care what methods you use; hurry up and get me dragon blood, mandrake juice, and basilisk venom."

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Hmph, Dumbledore will definitely want to talk to you. I have to hide even deeper to evade his scrutiny."

Voldemort refused to allow himself to leave Hogwarts; he had to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Receiving orders, Quirrell didn't dare to delay and left the school through the fireplace in his office.

He spent all his savings and even robbed a few dark wizards in a back alley just to gather enough money to buy the materials Voldemort needed.

After a night's work, Quirrell returned to Hogwarts.

It wasn't long before someone knocked on his office door. Snape's voice came from outside: "Quirrell, I know you're in there. Dumbledore wants to see you."

Standing at the door, Snape wore a wry smile, curious to see how Quirrell would handle this challenge. Would he let slip his true nature?

Two minutes later, the office door swung open, and Quirrell stepped out, calm on the surface.

"Let's go, Professor Snape."

Seeing his state, Snape frowned slightly: "Did you not say you had a cold?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I bought some medicine yesterday and I'm much better now."

Snape's gaze was cold as he responded, "If you need any potions in the future, feel free to come to me for free."

"No need, I can handle it myself," Quirrell cursed internally.

What if he adds something strange to it, like Veritaserum?

Since school started, Snape had been watching his every move, and he still hadn't managed to figure out what was happening on the fourth floor.

He had no idea how many times he had been scolded by Voldemort because of this.

Quirrell also abhorred Snape, second only to his loathing for Wayne.

The two arrived on the eighth floor, where they had to bring in someone, and Snape left.

The stone gargoyle had received instructions in advance and opened the passage without needing a password.

Forcing himself to calm down, Quirrell clenched his fists and walked in.

"Good to see you, Quirrell," Dumbledore greeted, as approachable as ever. However, Quirrell was on high alert.

This was his first time interacting alone with Dumbledore since successfully applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

Honestly, he felt a bit nervous. What if Dumbledore suddenly turned hostile and just apprehended him?

Even though Voldemort was powerful, in the current situation, he was no match for this old man with the white beard.

"After taking some medicine, I feel much better, Professor," Quirrell replied quietly, deliberately avoiding Dumbledore's bright gaze.

Dumbledore nodded, "I'm relieved to hear that. You should have heard about the recent events, right?"