Anyway, after these decades, no one can persist until the second year.

Quirrell, who was lying on his back on the bed, was not asleep.

Tomorrow is Voldemort's deadline.

No matter what method he uses, he has to kill a living unicorn and then drink the fresh, hot blood to inflict an extremely terrible curse on himself.

"Quirinas, you have to keep a low profile—"

"My master, do you suspect that someone knows?"

"Your blood—"

Quirrell was a little puzzled, "Does it take a month to brew the polyjuice potion?"

"I know Snape's abilities. He changed many potion formulas when he was in school——"

He looked horrified, "Master, do you think he already knows?"

"I look forward to your performance——"

He understood what Voldemort meant.

Even if he is discovered now, he is just a thief who stole some magic potion.

No matter how hostile Snape was, he was not a ruthless character like Batman who would shoot someone dead.

"Master, I will leave everything to him."

Just by making up a lie about meeting Batman at the beginning of school, Quirrell can instantly clear himself of all suspicion.

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Chapter completed!