Chapter 281

"I saw a place in Tom's memory. It was a graveyard, and Voldemort was preparing the resurrection ritual there."

"Tom's memory had the name of that place, Little Hangleton village, church graveyard."

"I immediately rushed there, and happened to meet Professor Quirrell brewing the Resurrection Potion for Voldemort. When Voldemort's soul drilled out from Professor Quirrell's body and sank into the cauldron, I knew I had to do something, otherwise Voldemort would really be resurrected."

"So I rushed out, froze Quirrell with a Petrificus Totalus spell, and then added various potions I had in my hand into that cauldron."

"Anyone with a little common sense about potions knows that adding other potions to the brewing potion will cause unpredictable reactions. I just wanted to interrupt Voldemort's resurrection in this way."

"I poured about five or six different potions into the cauldron, and sure enough, they had a violent reaction with the Resurrection Potion. As a result, Voldemort turned into a mass of flesh, he almost couldn't use magic, and I defeated him. Then I took Quirrell to the teacher's house and asked the teacher if he wanted to avenge Mrs. Perenelle, but the teacher's heart was already like dead ashes, so I took Quirrell back again and contacted the Aurors."

"The Aurors notified the Minister, the School Governors, Dumbledore, and the professors of the school."

Murphy's narration ended, and the Aurors were still taking notes. Someone asked: "So, you stopped Voldemort's resurrection? Killed him?"

Murphy shook his head. "I wouldn't be that optimistic. He didn't die back then. This time I can't find a reason for him to die just like that. I think he will make a comeback."

The atmosphere became even more oppressive.

"There are a few details I need to verify with you." A Watcher said.

"You ask."

"According to what you said, this Tom and Harry Potter appeared suddenly. How did you immediately believe his words and make the inference?" The Watcher asked. "Sorry, because from my perspective, I think your reasoning process was too smooth, as if you still knew more information?"

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

"First, I am their teacher. My relationship with Harry and Tom is very good. They once joined my research to complete experiments together. I trust them very much. I know they are both honest children."

"Second, Tom was so badly injured at that time, it must have been a major accident, and the appearance of the Sorcerer's Stone, as well as his memory, all confirmed this. I had no reason to doubt."

"Third, in fact, before this, Harry and the others had discussed the Sorcerer's Stone with me. At that time, I realized that the purpose of the person who had designs on the Sorcerer's Stone was probably to resurrect Voldemort."

The Watcher nodded. "One more point, you mentioned that they were suddenly transported in front of you, but as far as I know, they are both first-year students and shouldn't know spells like Apparition. How did they come to you?"

Murphy took out a gold coin. "It's this."

"This is a Crow gold coin. This is a reward I left in the traps I set. It is a Portkey. If you input magic power, you can send people to me."

"Traps?"

"In order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, Professor Dumbledore asked the professors of the school to set up some traps under the trapdoor behind the fourth-floor corridor of the castle. After the trap I set was successfully unlocked, such a gold coin would appear. If the intruder got it and wanted to test what it did, they would be transported to me, and then they would be caught."

"However, I didn't expect it to be used in such a situation."

The Watcher wrote a few notes in his notebook. "So, you don't know how Lukas Brightson died?"

"Obviously, he died in the struggle against Voldemort. He brought the Sorcerer's Stone to me. He also saved Harry Potter."

"But you are not clear about the details of his death." The Watcher said.

Murphy nodded. "Yes, I didn't have time to read those memories. But I think someone must know."

Everyone looked at Quirrell in the corner.

"Give him some Veritaserum, and then wake him up." Rasim said.

No one objected. For such a Death Eater who was suspected of wanting to resurrect Voldemort, don't talk about human rights.

Quirrell, who had quickly drunk the Veritaserum, had the spell undone and woke up.

"Quirinus Quirrell," Rasim said, "are you a Death Eater?"

"I, I am not yet... but the Master promised me that after I resurrect him, I will get the best reward..." Quirrell said weakly.

"Who is your Master?!"

"The, the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord, Vol, Voldem... Voldemort."

An exclamation broke out among the crowd. Hearing it from Murphy was one thing, but hearing Voldemort's lackey admit it himself was another. Now the fact that Voldemort was not dead was a nail in the coffin.

Rasim immediately asked the question everyone cared about most: "Has the Dark Lord been resurrected?"

"No, not yet, just a little bit... just the last bit... the Master was about to be resurrected, it's all the fault of that Tom, and Murphy..."

Not resurrected, Tom and Murphy stopped him, that's great.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Rasim also looked relieved and continued to ask: "Start from the beginning, when did you start working for the Dark Lord?"

"Last, last year, I became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I wanted to travel and increase my knowledge. I met the Master in the Albanian forest. I begged him to give me power, and I brought him back to England..."

"The Gringotts robbery, does it have anything to do with you?" Rasim suddenly asked.

"Yes, it was me. The Master ordered me to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but I was a step late. The Master was furious, and he punished me..." Quirrell said, trembling all over, appearing extremely afraid. "From then on, the Master monitored, monitored me even more closely..."

"Monitor? How to monitor?" Rasim 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..."

"Back of the head?" Rasim untied Quirrell's turban, and suddenly exclamations broke out in the tavern. They saw that on Quirrell's bare back of the head, a piece of skin that looked like a human face was hanging, but it had already turned blue-black, looking like it was about to die.

"Ma, Master left me, I am going to, going to... save me..." Quirrell begged.

"Voldemort seems to have taken away a lot of his power and life. This guy is about to die, ask the point quickly!" Barty Crouch said.

"Tell us what you did tonight!" Rasim said.

(End of chapter)