Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 319: Quiluo is lingering and panting

() "Did that person... return to the UK?"

Quiro's face was hidden deep in his torn hood, and he asked Maca in a low voice. Fastest update

"Voldemort? Of course, I've already gone back..." Maca nodded, staring at the shadow in the hood, as if to see through the darkness.

"Really? Yeah...it's a matter of course..." Quirrell said softly, as if talking to Maca, but as if talking to himself, "...it looks like , He seems to have failed again, hasn’t he? Otherwise, you wouldn’t appear here so calmly..."

As he said, he tilted his head again and looked behind Maca's shoulders.

There, the leader of the nearly fourteen-foot tall monster is being fatally beaten by a giant made of rocks. Until now, there is almost no strength to fight back.

"McLean...well, it seems that I have missed an incredible student..." Quirrell sighed and continued, "Since you still want to call me'Professor', then I’m sorry to trouble you to leave here as soon as possible... Bring Shanghai Ge and the female hybrid giant."

"Professor Quirrell, don't you want to say more?" Maca asked calmly, "For example, what have you experienced with Voldemort in front of the stone tablet?"

"Huh? You know?" Quirrell didn't seem to expect that others knew what happened to him.

"Yes, I know some...Of course, what I want to know the most now is..." Maca looked at him and said, "Professor Quirrell, what kind of state are you in now?"

"Huh, what kind of state?" Quirrell shook his head slightly, "The waste that was discarded after being used by'that person'...like a state? In short, it's just a waste product that has lost its value. , All I can do is wait to die..."

"Voldemort may think that you are worthless, but I don't think so." Maca chuckled, "Or, because he already thinks you are worthless, you are even more so with me. Valuable!"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Quirrell suddenly shook his whole body, and seemed to get excited all at once.

"So what?" He roared in a hoarse voice, his tone almost deformed, "Value, value, value! I have value to Voldemort, and now I have value to you. What is my antique collection? Product? Can a person be measured by the word'value'?"

"...Maca, what's the matter? He..."

Maca turned her head, waved to Hagrid who had just run over, and then looked at Quirrell who was a little hysterical.

"Do you think that using the word'value' to evaluate you is demeaning you?" He spread his hands, "At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value, including myself ."

"Everything we do is to accumulate our own value. Think about it, why do you study, why do you work hard, and why did Dumbledore hire you as a teacher? Was it because Voldemort stuck on the back of your head?"

"I remember, you traveled around to accumulate practical experience, right? You want to make yourself more valuable, you want to gain more precious experience beyond theory, and your hard work, Is there anything wrong with those ideals?"

"Do you think there is a problem with the word'value'?"

Speaking of this, Maca suddenly shook his head and said: "This word is okay. The problem lies in the perspective from which you look at it. Your experience, your experience, and your pain make you look at the world from your perspective. Changes, nothing more."

"Do you know why I still call you "Professor Quirrell"?" He paused, and the subject changed, "It's just because you have value in my heart."

"And...worth?" Quirrell seemed to lose his strength all over, he almost leaned against the giant monster's leg, muttering to himself.

"Don’t you think that you are worthwhile? Otherwise, why did you come to this place? In my opinion, your physical condition, death in that mountain forest is a little bit Not surprising."

Maca asked directly: "Why did you come here so hard?"

"...I don't want to die yet." After a long silence, Quirrell struggled to say, "I...I shouldn't just die like this...I can't die so... worthless!" /

"So you escaped from that mountain forest, so you returned to England without impulse, so you hid here... Am I right?" Maca laughed.

"Yes, you are right..." Quirrell took a hard, deep breath, and the cold air plunged into his lungs. "I woke up from that unknown ruin that day and found He didn't even die, obviously he all affirmed that he would use my death to achieve his power, but I didn't die!"

"Perhaps it is for this reason that the black magic he applied to me is gone, and I regained my mind. I tried my best to drag this broken body and escape from that place..."

"It's not easy." Maca looked at him.

"Of course it's not easy, but this is not the point..." Quirrell smiled bitterly, "The point is, I am no longer a wizard...what am I now? Dumb gun? Muggle? Handicapped? I don’t even know..."

"By the way, don't you say that I have value?" He said, and suddenly opened his torn cloak, "But I can't even say when I will die... Maybe it's tomorrow. , No, it may be the next second!"

When Quirrell's cloak was lifted, Hagrid on the side couldn't help but let out a surprised "Oh".

No wonder he always sits on the ground in a weird posture, no wonder he has to hold the troll's legs all the time, it's all because if he doesn't do this, it will be difficult to maintain a sitting posture at all.

Qiro was also wearing a wizard robe that was more tattered than the cloak, and almost barely "hanged" it on his body. And what was exposed in those huge holes was the body that had been withered and deformed.

That body, as if all the flesh and blood had been drained, the skin was close to the bones, and the entire abdominal cavity had completely collapsed.

And his face, even more like a skeleton, looks unusually scary.

He said that he might die in the next second, but just looking at him would make people wonder why he is still alive.

Even if he has always been calm as Maca, he can't help but frown at this moment.

"Did it become like this as soon as I woke up?" he suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Quirrell glanced at him, those eyes were unusually large on his skull-like face, "No, when I woke up, I was just completely weak. This is how it becomes like this day by day. Of..."

"It's hard for you to retain your sanity..." Maca shook his head, "Most people have already collapsed when they see themselves as ghosts."

"Needless to say these are useless...McLean, do you still think I have'value' to you now?"

"Of course," Maca said without hesitation, "Even if you are dead, you are also valuable. Of course, you are more valuable if you are alive."

Before he could say anything, he turned around suddenly, flicking the wand in his hand.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he used Transfiguration had already knocked the giant monster head unconscious. With a wave of his wand, the stone giant suddenly lost the strength to support his body and crashed to the ground.

"Let these monsters stay away from here. I want to check your condition as soon as possible... I see, you may not die. If you really want to die, you won’t be able to wake up...According to mine According to research, the Bewitching Monument will not make you such a half-dead state."

Listening to Maca’s words, Quirrell snorted for a while, and the group of giants looked reluctantly carrying the faint leader and walked into the distance.

Maca used the Levitating Charm to move Quirrell into the cave at the back. Under Mrs. Maxim’s astonished expression, he poked and touched Quirrell’s corpse-like body for a while. .

"As far as the situation of **** is concerned, there is no other black magic," Maca said after a while with his wand against Quirrell's breastbone, "It's just that your vitality is obviously passing away and dissipating... , I have to help you check the soul again..."

It was a long time before Maca walked out of the cramped cave and greeted Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim who were waiting outside.

"How's that guy?" Hagrid said curiously.

"I can't die for the time being, but I won't live long..." Maca said, stretching out an index finger and saying, "At most, there are more than one month left."

"No way?" Hagrid glanced into the cave subconsciously, but saw Quirrell still closed his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ lying on the ground in silence, "I still remember that he was still a student At that time, he was actually a pretty good little guy..."

"Is there any way...it's hard to tell at the moment," Maca shrugged. "The situation here is complicated! Some things, I haven't studied them clearly... His **** and soul are constantly changing. Dissipated, no specific reason can be found."

It was dissipated, but the situation gave Maca the feeling that it was sucked away by something. Of course, this is only his speculation based on some signs.

"By the way, Hagrid...how did you get trapped here?" Maca asked, "Why don't you leave without magic? For example, Apparition or something?"

"He won't... As for me, it's because I can't use it."

Mrs. Maxim said, drew her wand out, and raised her to Maca, only to see that the wand had been broken by external force, half of it was dangling in the air, and only a small part was still attached. .

"Uh...hmm," Maca smiled and jokingly asked, "Does oak? Looks tough..."