Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 280 Quirrell's Testimony

"I saw a place in Tom's memory, a cemetery, where Voldemort was preparing his resurrection ritual."

Tom remembers the name of that place: Little Hangleton, the churchyard.

"I rushed there immediately, only to find Professor Quirrell brewing the potion of resurrection for Voldemort. When Voldemort's soul emerged from Professor Quirrell's body and sank into the cauldron, I knew I had to do something, or Voldemort would really come back to life."

"So I rushed out, immobilized Quirrell with a petrification spell, and then added all sorts of potions to the cauldron I had in my hand."

"Anyone with a little knowledge of potions knows that adding other potions to a potion will cause unpredictable reactions. I want to interrupt Voldemort's resurrection in this way."

"I poured about five or six different potions into the cauldron, and sure enough, they reacted violently with the resurrection potion. As a result, Voldemort turned into a lump of flesh, and he could barely use magic. I defeated him. Then I took Quirrell to my teacher's house and asked him if he wanted to avenge Mrs. Perenaar, but my teacher was already heartbroken. So I took Quirrell back and contacted the Aurors."

"The Aurors then informed the Minister, the Board of Trustees, Dumbledore, and all the professors of the school."

Murphy finished his story, but the Aurors were still taking notes. One of them asked, "So, you prevented Voldemort's resurrection? You killed him?"

Murphy shook his head. "I'm not that optimistic. He didn't die back then, and I can't find a reason for him to die this time. I think he'll come back stronger."

The atmosphere became even more oppressive.

"There are a few details I need to verify with you," one of the Watchers said.

"Go ahead and ask."

"According to you, this Tom and Harry Potter appeared out of nowhere. How did you immediately believe him and make such a deduction?" the Watcher asked. "I'm sorry, but from my perspective, I think your reasoning process is too smooth. It seems you know more information?"

"There are several reasons for this," Murphy said.

"First of all, I am their teacher. I have a good relationship with Harry and Tom. They joined my research to complete experiments. I trust them completely. I know they are honest children."

"Secondly, Tom was so badly injured that he must have suffered a major accident, and the appearance of the Philosopher's Stone, as well as his memories, confirm this. I have no reason to doubt it."

"Third, in fact, Harry and the others had discussed the Philosopher's Stone with me before this, and at that time I realized that the purpose of those who wanted the Philosopher's Stone was probably to resurrect Voldemort."

The Watcher nodded. "One more thing. You mentioned they suddenly teleported to you, but as far as I know, they're both first-year students and shouldn't know a spell like Apparition. How did they get to you?"

Murphy pulled out a gold coin. "This is it."

"This is a Raven Coin. It's a reward I left in the trap I set. It's a door key; if I input magic, it can bring people to me."

"trap?"

"To protect the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Dumbledore instructed the professors at the school to set some traps under the trapdoor behind the fourth-floor corridor of the castle. Once the traps I set are successfully defused, a gold coin will appear. If an intruder gets it and tries to test its uses, they will be teleported to me and then captured."

"However, I never expected it to be used under these circumstances."

The Watcher jotted down a few notes in his notebook. "So, you don't know how Lucas Brettson died?"

"Clearly, he died fighting Voldemort, and he came to me with the Philosopher's Stone. He also saved Harry Potter."

"But you don't know the details of his death," the Watcher said.

Murphy nodded. "Yes, I didn't have time to access those memories. But I think someone definitely knows."

Everyone looked at Quirrell in the corner.

"Give him some truth serum, then wake him up," Rahim said.

No one objected; when it comes to a Death Eater who is suspected of wanting to resurrect Voldemort, there's no need to talk about human rights.

Quirrell, who had quickly drunk the truth serum, was freed from the curse and woke up.

"Quirinas Quirrell," Rahim said, "are you a Death Eater?"

"I... I'm not yet... but my master promised me that after I revive him, I will receive the best reward..." Quirrell said weakly.

"Who is your master?!"

"God, the mysterious man, the Dark Lord, Voldemort... Voldemort."

A gasp rippled through the crowd. Hearing it from Murphy was one thing, but hearing Voldemort's henchman admit it was quite another. It was now a certainty that Voldemort was still alive.

Rahim immediately asked the question everyone was most concerned about: "Has the Mystic been resurrected?"

"No, no, it was just a little bit more... just a tiny bit more... Master was about to be resurrected. It's all Tom's fault, and Murphy's fault too..."

He didn't come back to life; Tom and Murphy stopped him. Great!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Rasim also seemed to relax. He continued, "Let's start from the beginning. When did you begin working for the mysterious man?"

"Go, last year, I became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I wanted to travel and broaden my horizons. In the Albanian forest, I met my master. I asked him for power, and I brought him back to England..."

"Does the Gringotts robbery have anything to do with you?" Rahim suddenly asked.

"Yes, it was me. My master ordered me to get the Philosopher's Stone, but I was too late. My master was furious and punished me..." Quirrell said, trembling with fear. "From then on, my master kept a closer watch on me..."

"Surveillance? How do you monitor them?" Rahim asked.

"He possessed me, on the back of my head... He spoke to me, could see what I saw, hear what I heard, and could even read my thoughts. He thought I was too cowardly..."

"The back of the head?" Rasim untied Quirrell's headscarf, and gasps of surprise rippled through the tavern. On Quirrell's bald back of the head, a skin resembling a human face hung down, but it was already bluish-black and looked like it was about to die.

"Master, my master has left me, I want to... I want to... save me..." Quirrell pleaded.

"Voldemort seems to have taken a lot of his power and life away. This guy is dying. Get to the point!" Barty Crouch said.

"Tell me what you did tonight!" Rahim said.

(End of this chapter)