e-booksonline Chapter 84 Everyone Has a Plan
Chapter 84 Everyone Has a Plan
Chapter 84 Everyone Has a Plan
Before he could recover from the excitement of his classmates carrying him on their shoulders in celebration, he stumbled upon Snape threatening Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.
Almost instantly, he concluded that Snape was plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone and that poor Professor Quirrell was standing against him. He vowed to stop Snape.
But before he could even take action, he was overwhelmed by the homework assigned by his teachers a month before the end of the semester.
Then, in the midst of their busy schedule, they discovered that Hagrid actually kept a fire dragon!
Merlin's beard!
It took them a lot of effort to get rid of that fire dragon; Ron even bit his finger and ended up in the school clinic because of it.
But what's worse is that, due to Malfoy's actions, which could be described as a mutual destruction, he, Neville, Hermione, and himself were all put in solitary confinement.
Gryffindor lost a total of 150 points, and Harry fell from heaven to hell, from a school hero to the target of everyone's hatred.
Now, his days became extremely difficult.
Meanwhile, deep within the Forbidden Forest, in a stone house, Lin Qi's life revolved entirely around waiting and scheming.
After his "friendly" interaction with the unicorn herd, he brought one unicorn back to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest to use as bait to lure Voldemort.
Every evening after dinner, Lynch would return to the stone house on time, and then let the beautiful creature linger along the edge of the stone path.
rest.
He then quietly waited in the house with Tots for Voldemort to take the bait.
Of course, he wasn't idle while waiting.
Instead, he mentally rehearsed every step that would take after the prey appeared.
He needs to put on a good show for Voldemort.
First and foremost, Voldemort's identity must never be revealed.
You must convince the other party that your disguise is flawless in order not to ruin Dumbledore's "luring the enemy into the trap" capture plan.
Although Lynch had reservations about whether the old headmaster's elaborate trap would successfully capture Voldemort, respect was the foundation of cooperation.
Especially during the "honeymoon period" when the two sides have just established a fragile but important contractual alliance, maintaining this tacit understanding is crucial. Secondly, he needs to precisely control the force of his strikes.
This is the most difficult part.
After the battle in Glencoe Valley, Voldemort was one of the very few people who truly understood Lynch's strength and capabilities.
Therefore, once you make a move, you must not let Voldemort notice the slightest sign that you are holding back.
He had to appear to be giving it his all, but truly giving it his all meant that Professor Quirrell had no room to struggle.
The most likely scenario is that he would be killed by himself after a few rounds.
Although Quirinus Quirrell's fate was sealed from the moment he was possessed by Voldemort, leading to a tragic end.
But Lin Qi had absolutely no interest in risking his life to accompany this poor wretch.
Therefore, how to naturally and without holding back Voldemort's stored energy, and allow him to escape smoothly, became the focus of Lynch's constant planning.
Hmm... we can cast some spells that make the scene look grand, the kind that look incredibly powerful.
When launching a specific attack, the power of the spell must not be compromised; it must be sufficient to instantly cripple Quirrell's body, making Voldemort feel the threat of death and forcing him to instinctively mobilize his stored life force for defense and counterattack.
But the spell's landing point must be precisely controlled, so as not to actually hit the core... to create the illusion that Quirrell desperately blocked it.
The goal is to realistically portray being disrupted or repelled by the opponent's desperate counterattack, making him believe that he only managed to escape after expending a huge amount of energy.
At this moment, it's actually a good thing that I don't have my own wand...
Lynch's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the sofa as he mentally calculated the force of the spell.
Meanwhile, Voldemort and Professor Quirrell were not idle either.
It was still a dimly lit room.
The heavy curtains blocked out the outside light, and the strong smell of garlic almost solidified in the air.
Professor Quirrell was kneeling respectfully on the carpet, his posture humble.
On the back of his head, Voldemort's blurry, snake-like face undulated slightly, and a hoarse, inhuman voice, seemingly pieced together from countless fragments, echoed in the confined space, carrying a teeth-grinding, frictional quality:
"...How...is...thing...going...?"
Thanks to the abundant life force and magical energy drawn from the wizard Vargadu, Voldemort's ability to drain Quirrell's life force was greatly reduced.
Quirrell was in much better shape. Although he still had his signature stutter, his breathing was much smoother than before: "Reporting to Master... the wand and... the letter... have... been... sent to Africa... and... should... have... arrived now!" He tried to make his voice sound confident.
"Very...good!" Voldemort's voice held a rare hint of satisfied hiss, and his blurred face seemed to contort into a grotesque grin. "When...they...arrive...it will be...the perfect time...for...us...to...act."
Quirrell immediately seized the opportunity to flatter: "It's all...all thanks to Master...your...unparalleled...wisdom...that...perfect...plan...now...that...that...that...despicable...Lynch...has...no time...to...interfere...Master's business!" He almost pressed his face against the carpet.
"...Stay...alert!...Fool!" Voldemort's habitual reprimand suddenly turned shrill. "The plan...is not...successful...yet...not...time to be...triumphant..."
Voldemort's chilling intent sent a shiver down Quirrell's spine.
"Yes...yes...Master...taught...the lesson was correct..."
Quirrell echoed in agreement, his voice trembling with fear.
After a brief silence, Quirrell cautiously raised his head, a hint of obsequious flattery in his expression:
"Master...Master...Quirok...there's...one...good news...to report..."
"...Say..." Voldemort's voice revealed interest.
"Quirk...discovered...a...unicorn...on...the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest!" Quirrell's voice rose with excitement, his stuttering seemingly lessened. "It...it seems...to be...a little injured...just...wandering...on...the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest...very...very weak..."
The news seemed to brighten Voldemort's blurred face, and his hoarse voice was filled with greed and urgency: "...Very good!...Catch it! I...need...its blood!"
Voldemort was delighted; the unicorn's blood could temporarily prolong the drinker's life and also enhance their strength.
Its value far exceeds that of an ordinary wizard's life.
Quirrell immediately slammed his head to the ground, his voice filled with fanaticism:
"Yes!...Great master!...Quirok...will...will...capture...capture it for master!...and offer it...offer it to master!"
He could almost see his master rewarding him after regaining his strength.
Before they knew it, there was only one week left until the final exams at Hogwarts.
That very morning, Harry, Hermione, and Neville received notes about their confinement.
So at eleven o'clock that night, the three of them went to the foyer and met up with Filch and Malfoy.