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Deep in the Forbidden Forest.

As soon as Quirrell arrived at the lake, he smelled the familiar choking smell again.

It has not dissipated for half a month. It is 100% caused by someone's hands and feet.

"Dumbledore——"

Voldemort's deep voice made him stop suddenly in shock.

"Are you afraid? Quirinas—"

"My master, has he discovered something?"

"You are really afraid -"

Quirrell knelt down tremblingly.

"No, Master!

I'm just worried that if I die, I will waste this good opportunity to resurrect you."

"You dare to threaten me? Quirinas!"

The roar that echoed in his mind was like crashing into the depths of a spiritual rose.

His whole face under the cloak was in great pain, and cold sweat was dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Lord - Master, please forgive - forgive my ignorance."

"You're not going to die, Quirinus—"

Voldemort's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"The gamekeeper is my junior student. He once raised some kind of magical animal in the school and directly killed a student——"

Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Master, do you think these smokes are him..."

"Quirinas, this is my last mercy."

"I see."

He stood up and waved his wand gently, heading deeper into the smoke that was not directed at him.

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Chapter completed!