Hogwarts founder returns to campus

Quirrell thought he would smell blood, or something, but there was nothing.

The blood was not even as good as water, as if sucking in air, he tried to touch it with his tongue, but he didn't feel anything.

There is no feeling of curse, or even nothing at all. The only thing left in the nostrils is the smell of rotting leaves on the ground.

What's happening here?

Now is not the time for him to hesitate, he just hopes that Voldemort will be satisfied soon, he doesn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"Very good! Very good! The efficacy of unicorn blood is beyond my imagination!" Voldemort grinned at the back of his head, his voice much louder than before.

Soon, even the feeling of sucking air in his mouth disappeared, and an unusually warm current rushed to his limbs.

When Quirrell looked up at the unicorn, he found that the unicorn in front of him was only a shriveled skin.

The hair that originally exuded pearly light became extremely dull, and even the bones disappeared completely, as if the substance he sucked just now was everything of the unicorn, and now it has been completely hollowed out.

The unicorn is a magical animal, even if its blood is sucked dry, it will not make it shriveled like this. Why?

There was no curse, or he didn't feel the curse, all of this was so abnormal.

The abnormality was more than that, he felt that there seemed to be a crack in his and Voldemort's souls, and even the pain caused by the torture was reduced to a very weak level.

Not only that, he felt that his body seemed to be recovering, and the dizziness in his head was slowly disappearing.

Everything is completely inconsistent with the so-called curse, but gives him a feeling of recovering from a serious illness.

Is the unicorn blood curse a complete lie?Just to dissuade those who are interested and avoid the persecution of unicorns?

"Very good! Now we just need to get the Sorcerer's Stone! The effect of unicorn blood is even better than I thought! Now I am in great condition!" Voldemort continued to grin, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Dumbledore and Salazar stood behind a tree, watching Quirrell leave the Forbidden Forest at a very fast speed.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the shriveled skin that was about to dissipate and said, "That's not a real unicorn, is it? It's a potion of necromancy?"

Salazar smiled slightly: "Almost, the effect is still very good, right? It's also very vivid, and I don't think there are any flaws."

"I'm getting more and more confused about what you want to do now. You're just making Quirrell sink deeper." Dumbledore's face was complicated, and his right hand stretched into his pocket unconsciously.

"Squeak... squeak..."

His way of decompression is so simple, and the taste is still so unique, the taste of the cockroach pile is really hard to describe.

"Did you know? The unicorn is not only beautiful, but most importantly, it is the kindest of magical animals. Even the curse from blood is not its original intention, but the protection given to it by nature. Salazar looked up at the night sky and seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Whoever wants to use its blood will be cursed by that blood." Salazar raised his right hand suddenly, and a wisp of black air from a distance melted into the flame brand on the back of his hand.

"I'm looking forward to it." Dumbledore stroked his long silver beard, "But I may not be able to see this scene."

"Are you going to die?" Salazar raised his eyebrows, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"Although I know you are joking, I am really uncomfortable with your tone." Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head, "There are still many meetings to be held at the International Federation of Wizards, and I have to ask for leave tomorrow Went to the meeting, I guess Quirrell can't wait to act now."

He looked at the place where the Nether Corpse unicorn skin had disappeared, and sighed, "When I'm not in school, you have to keep an eye on it for me."

"You're so relieved of me?" Salazar rubbed his chin, "Have you ever thought, I'm still a student, why don't you ask dear Severus?"

"If Mr. Slytherin doesn't even take care of his own school, who can I trust in this school?" Dumbledore took out a dark chocolate ball from his pocket.

Pure dark chocolate, as a dessert expert, Dumbledore, except for the pile of cockroaches, all the candies in his pocket are the most delicious ones.

Of course, the cockroach pile is also the most delicious kind, but there are too few people who appreciate it.

"Speaking of which, can the child you choose accept those tests? Especially because I have made a little change." Salazar took the chocolate ball, put it in his mouth and let it melt, the rich flavor The fragrance slowly fills the entire mouth, and the bitter taste with sweet aftertaste lingers on the tip of the tongue.

"That's a good question. As far as I know, Harry and Cassandra have gotten very close recently." Dumbledore changed the subject, "I think as friends, they will be happy to help Harry."

"You have to be clear, you need to test Harry, but I don't need to test Cassandra." Salazar raised his eyebrows and said unhurriedly.

Dumbledore's tone was calm: "I'm really more and more curious about what you want to do, what do you want from Cassandra?"

"I don't want to get anything." Salazar shook her head. "The path she wants to take will be a very interesting path. I want to see how far she can go."

"Relying on a tabloid?" Dumbledore said with a bit of unnatural frivolity.

"Don't try to get me to say something. I don't know about her future. After all, I don't know anything about divination. Maybe you can find a witch with third eye and see if she can make a suitable prophecy."

"It seems that you have great expectations of her." Dumbledore said with emotion.

"It's just a little adjustment in my leisure life. It's not as big as your expectations for Harry Potter." Salazar suddenly turned to look at Dumbledore.

"It's hard for me to understand, as a powerful wizard, what else can't be solved by you, and you still need to spend so much effort and arrange so many levels to hone a person."

"I'm getting old, don't I need to do some things myself?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered rarely, as if he didn't mean it.

"Why don't you retire? Find someone suitable to be the principal, such as Minerva or Severus. I think they should be able to do it."

"It seems that you have a good impression of Severus?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"He's a real Slytherin, I can see that."