"It’s ok … it’s nothing," Quirrell said unnaturally.
"That’s good," Phyllis said with a flat expression. "I told you you were hurt when you fainted in the auditorium."
"No … No …" Quirrell was even more embarrassed. He gave himself an excuse. "I’m not well because I’m a little tired recently."
"Still have to take good care of your health," Phyllis said, and crossed Quirrell before continuing to step forward.
"Professor Kate, are you going to …"
"Will the office!" Phyllis said in the corridor on the fourth floor, "I have some teaching things to deal with so late. Why?"
Quirrell thought about something and said, "I just have something to discuss with you."
Phyllis hesitated a little and said, "All right, let’s talk in my office."
Phyllis’s office is on the fourth floor of the castle. After they entered the office in tandem, Phyllis gestured and said, "Sit down. What would you like to drink?"
"No," Quirrell said.
"You’re welcome," Phyllis said. "Even if it’s a glass of water."
"Well, just give me a glass of water."
There is a wine cabinet in the corner of Phyllis’s office. She is not a good drinker. She prepares these things mainly for hospitality. Everything in the wine cabinet has juice and carbonated drinks.
Phyllis took a bottle of mineral water and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, dragging a chair and asking, "What can I do for you?"
Quirrell didn’t answer. He looked around the office for a week and said, "You don’t have a portrait here."
"I’m not used to it," Phyllis said. "There was a time when I hated magic, everything about magic, and I especially hated being animated."
"May I ask a reason?" Quirrell asked
Phyllis leaned forward and looked Quirrell in the eye and said, "When I was thirteen, I tore up all the moving magic portraits at home because I couldn’t stand the sight of my’ living’ parents, which would remind me of some bad things."
"Well …" This sentence made Quirrell not know what to do.
Phyllis sat up straight again and said, "I’m saying this to tell you that we are a pure exchange of interests. Don’t pretend that we know each other very well."
Phyllis’s aura was so strong that Quirrell was speechless for a while. "Okay, can we talk now?" What do you want with me? "
It took Quirrell a long time to regain his normal expression and said, "Well, let me get this straight. Can you help me get that thing in the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor?"
Phyllis shook her head and said, "I can’t do that."
Quirrell said, "You know my master has a lot of knowledge representing power and potential magic, especially runic magic. I think you need that knowledge."
"Ravenclaw will always be curious and yearning for knowledge," Phyllis said. "But as a Ravenclaw who respects wisdom and reason, I also need to evaluate the risks to be taken in doing this."
"High risk means high income," Quirrell continued to persuade. "I admit that I want you to take some risks, but if you succeed, you can also get enough magic books and notes to satisfy your appetite."
"Not necessarily," said Phyllis, shaking her head. "The value of a thing is certain, but when doing business, we usually don’t consider the value and pay more attention to the price."
Phyllis said in a different position; "Now we need to look at the price when we make a deal. For me, the existing experimental plan is busy enough, and I really don’t have the heart to care about other things."
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"Well," Quirrell said, "I hope …"
Quirrell stopped suddenly in the middle of the speech. From the expression, it was not thinking, but a bit like listening to what he said. It was straightforward. "I hope to get the philosopher’s stone."
Phyllis took out a bottle of juice and a goblet from the wine cabinet and poured herself a glass of orange juice, saying, "It’s not easy."
"I need your help," Quirrell said.
"What can I do to help you?" Phyllis asked, "I remember saying that you don’t have anything I need urgently. Why should I take such a big risk?"
Quirrell smiled strangely and said, "Professor Kate, President Dumbledore would never want to know that you have something to do with Tom."
The threat is a direct threat!
Phyllis narrowed her eyes slightly as if she had awakened from a deep sleep and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Quirrell smiled smugly and said, "Professor Kate, I don’t want to do this, and I’m sure you don’t want to go there."
Phyllis picked up a glass with half a cup of juice and gestured at Quirrell. "You’re right. I really don’t want to go there …"
Phyllis’s wrist shook and spilled the juice in the cup at Quirrell.
Quirrell didn’t expect Phyllis to retreat so consciously to avoid it.
This is definitely a wrong reaction. It’s just fruit juice. Phyllis just took a sip of it. This is that there is no problem with ordinary fruit juice, and even if it is spilled on her body, there will be no danger.
However, once you make a retreat or so to speak, you will make your body in motion. At this time, if Phyllis really makes a move because of inertia, even if Quirrell stops moving forward immediately, there will be a short-term stiffness.
This is enough for practitioners like Ye Chen.
Quirrell didn’t see clearly what was going on. Phyllis wand appeared in her right hand, and then a maroon spell beam flew out and hit herself. Then Quirrell felt a sharp pain, like "gouging out bones"
The unforgivable curse, a bone-piercing curse, will make the victim feel that life is worse than death. This curse is not the same as the body, but also the soul. If you are tortured by this black magic spell for a long time or at high frequency, your soul will be damaged, which means madness and dementia.
Quirrell is not a strong-willed guy. From his acceptance of Tom’s "deal", it can be seen that the sudden sharp pain caused his brain to turn white, let alone resist, and he lost his ability to respond.
Phyllis has a profound knowledge of rune magic, but it doesn’t mean that she can’t spell it. In fact, because of her powerful power, she also has a deep study of some divided black magic spells.
Quirrell curled up and fell to the ground because of severe pain, but when he grew up, his mouth could make a sound of "er … er …", but he couldn’t say a word, and the veins stood out on his neck and forehead suddenly and violently.
Phyllis didn’t put away her wand. On the contrary, she still pointed her wand at Quirrell and tortured him with a terrible bone-gouging spell.
I’ve been to Phyllis because of her childhood experience, and her personality is rather abnormal. She can never stand injustice, and of course she can’t stand threats.
Quirrell also rashly threatened Phyllis because he didn’t understand her personality, which completely aroused Phyllis’s dissatisfaction and then began to do it.
Not to mention whether torturing Quirrell’s soul for a long time will cause permanent damage, Phyllis.
It lasted two minutes before Phyllis put away her wand.
Quirrell huddled up and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. If it weren’t for breathing slightly, Phyllis would still be dead.
Phyllis wrote that a flash chain of Leifu culture tied Quirrell up and got ready before she went over and kicked Quirrell and asked, "How are you still alive?"
No movement. Quirrell hasn’t changed a bit.
Phyllis frowned slightly, picked up her wand and cast the terrible bone-gouging spell again, so she didn’t believe this guy. He really didn’t say a word back.
Less than a minute later, Quirrell had just regained his senses, followed by a sharp pain.
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