The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Just like a mummy maggot, Ernie really can't think of other more appropriate words to describe Voldemort's current appearance.

Maybe throw him into the cesspit and he will be able to become the king again immediately. His size is at least [-] times that of "similar" people, and he can be the overlord of maggots.

But when this disgusting thing poked in front of Quirrell, he crawled over and kissed the lower end of the "big maggot" without hesitation.

"Master, please, let's act today, I can't hold on anymore, please, master."

"Master, I feel like I won't live for a month, that will disrupt your plan!"

Quirrell cried hoarsely. If Voldemort hadn't immediately cast a spell to isolate the area after he appeared, the entire Hogsmeade would have been awakened by him.

"Shut up, you bastard." Voldemort was furious, and he was almost unable to suppress the desire to kill.

But how could Quirrell give up on pleading? Although he took a step in the search for the Dark Lord, this Ravenclaw graduate is not stupid. He knows that pleading with Voldemort is useless, but he also Knowing that this may be his only chance of survival.

Now he no longer hopes that Voldemort can fulfill his promise. Strength and power are no longer important.

Quirrell just wants to keep his own life now, and there is only one request, a request that he never cared about more than a year ago.

Now, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a luxury.

Finally, the Dark Lord could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, he took Quirrell's wand and aimed it at his master.

Quirrell vaguely heard four words - "Cruciate".

This was the spell Voldemort used the most on him, and he was so impressed with it that he could even remember every pitch up and down when his master chanted the spell.

But the fact is not what he thought, even worse.

A green light filled his field of vision.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

"I %#￥@&...%#!"

Aini transformed into Xixiu and lay down on the ground, panting heavily. If it wasn't for the series of cordial greetings, some people would have thought that a female Xixiu happened to pass by just now.

After a brief pause, Aini crawled towards Hogwarts with weak hands and feet, teardrops the size of peas fell on the ground.

In narrow areas such as tunnels or sheds, his life-saving trump card could not be used at all.

To be on the safe side, after transforming into Niu Niu, Aini activated one of his abilities and made a deal with a can of Bibi's multi-flavored beans.

The object is a little mouse passing by. Aini pays the multi-flavored beans, and the little mouse temporarily lends his vision and control.

Obviously after the green light flashed, this momentarily became the last fragment of the little mouse's life.

This spell can temporarily link their souls. When the little mouse died, Aini seemed to have lost the most important part of his life, and couldn't help but shed tears.

Unable to open the vest for the time being, Aini quickly left the tunnel and hid in the grass nest.

After a full two hours, Quirrell crawled out from the entrance and staggered towards the castle.

Seeing that Quirrell walked into the castle, Aini hurriedly ran towards the Shrieking Shack.

The stench in the passage was thicker, but Aini wished it could be shorter.

Transforming back into a human form, Aini put away his unrealistic thoughts and ran towards the Screaming Shack quickly, hoping in his heart that there was still time.

Clutching his red forehead, Aini finally arrived at the Shrieking Shack, and the only thing he saw was the poor little mouse lying limply on the ground, lifeless.

"Good boy, I'm sorry." Stepping forward and hugging the soft ball, Aini closed his eyes, and tapped his eyelids lightly with his magic wand.

When I broke free again, I saw a cloud of silver smoke floating above the little mouse, lingering for a long time, unwilling to leave.

This is the soul of the little mouse. In fact, the Killing Curse does not cause too much damage to the soul. It just pulls the soul out of the body, misleads the subject's body, and makes it lose its vitality on its own.

It's like the legendary god of death seeking life and seizing souls, and its name also comes from this.

Since physical death is a self-mechanism, a Kedavra curse is unresolved when it is strong enough to cause the subject's soul to leave the body.

On the contrary, when the spell strength is not enough to extract the soul, it will not cause too much harm to the subject, only a little discomfort.

Just like when Crouch Jr. sneaked into Hogwarts as Moody, he once told the little wizards that their Killing Curse is at most a little nosebleed, nothing more.

To be precise, the Killing Curse, Imperius Curse, and Cruciatus Curse are unforgivable precisely because these three curses are directed at the soul.

The soul-snatching curse is called soul-snatching, but it doesn't really take away the soul of the opponent, but controls the soul. Those black wizards who are proficient in this way can choose whether to keep the memory of the opponent when they were controlled.

The top figures among them can deceive the truth through intermittent memories. When the subject wakes up, he can't even realize that he has been controlled by the Imperius Curse. Even Veritaserum can hardly reveal the truth.

This is why after the end of the First British Wizarding War, many Death Eaters escaped punishment under the guise of the Imperius Curse.

The Cruciatus Curse is the simplest and crudest. It brings the deepest pain to the subject by constantly stirring the soul. It is a severe pain of the soul that is incomparable to all physical pain.

The protection mechanism of the body in a coma will have no effect, because this kind of pain directly acts on the soul, and long-term torture will even shatter the other party's soul.

Even though this spell cannot harm the source of the soul, when the broken souls are pieced together, the ceiling light in the kitchen is likely to be connected to the floor of the toilet, and the subject will most likely lose their self-awareness and become a mere soul. Poor wretch who can depend on the care of others to stay alive.

Aini looked at the little mouse's soul full of guilt. After the body loses its vitality, it will no longer be a shelter for the soul. Although he has found the spirituality that has not dissipated, he can no longer put the little guy back into its body .

By coincidence, Aini took out a crystal bottle and stretched it towards the soul mist. The moment the two came into contact, the little mouse's soul ball swished into it like an octopus in danger.

Corked the bottle and put it back in his pocket. Aini didn't know why he did this. In short, stop the little guy's soul from dissipating. Maybe he can do something for it in the future.

This bottle is an antique that Ms. Emma received. It is said that it was used by necromancers in the Dark Ages to store their souls. Let's see how long it can keep the little mouse's soul.

After thinking about it, Aini didn't bury its body. He took out an ice box and put it away, took out the bottle, and put the two together in a box.

Just in case, he turned himself into a little fox again, walked around the shed to leave footprints, and then returned to the intersection under the Whomping Willow, and ran towards the unicorn colony.