He eventually let go of the Professor of Muggle Studies in front of him, gave a vicious warning, and then waved his cloak and quickly left the classroom.
Ian continued to stay at the doorway.
He watched Quirrell, who had collapsed on the ground, finally get back up, poke his head out the window and look around for a while, then start talking to himself in the abandoned classroom.
"Master... Master... Snape seems to have discovered our secret. We must kill him, you... you need to use your power to kill him."
Quirrell's voice was full of venomous tones, clearly resenting Snape's humiliation. It's unclear if this surge of emotion was influenced by the Black Demon King.
"Severus Snape... he was once my incredibly loyal servant." A sharp voice suddenly appeared without Quirrell's mouth opening.
Gently echoing through the empty classroom.
This voice was very soft, yet it carried an extremely gloomy and irritable feeling. Ian couldn't tell if the voice was coming from the top of Quirrell's head.
After all, he was just standing outside the classroom acting like a peeping tom.
"He must have already betrayed you! Dumbledore has valued him greatly these years! Perhaps... perhaps the setbacks you've encountered are because of his machinations behind the scenes!"
Quirrell began to smear Snape frantically, even daring to mention Voldemort's downfall, an insane move that instantly earned him Voldemort's punishment.
"Ahhhh!!"
It's unclear what Voldemort did exactly; you could only see Quirrell painfully clutching his head, his whole body twitching on the ground like decayed fish and untreated shrimp.
"I was wrong! Master! I was wrong!"
His hysterical pleas for mercy didn't soften Voldemort's heart.
After a full ten minutes.
Ian felt that Quirrell was close to being tortured to death when Voldemort finally stopped punishing him, and Quirrell, collapsed on the ground, gasped for breath and continued twitching for quite a while before slowly recovering.
"What made you so bold?"
Once again, that extremely gloomy voice sounded lightly.
"I'm sorry! Master! My mind was clouded with hatred! Snape has always looked down on me, always liked to humiliate me. I really hope you can give me justice."
"He must have already betrayed you... " Quirrell now appeared more submissive when speaking, his voice cautious with a touch of flattery as he curled up on the ground.
"Regarding how to deal with him, I have my decision." Voldemort's low voice continued, "I am still relatively weak now, and the power I have regained needs to be used to kill that clown writer."
"We must secure the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... only then can we have more opportunities to access the magic stone hidden by Dumbledore."
Voldemort may be after the magic stone, but he might also be driven by obsession. Quirrell, recently punished, dared not refute this decision.
"I will do my best to assist you..."
Quirrell meekly responded.
"First, get close to him, then find a time to invite that professor to Hogwarts Village, without leaving a trace that could get caught. We can make our move there."
Voldemort gave malicious orders.
"Yes, Master."
Quirrell hesitated, then after a moment of pause couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Do you need more time to recover? That way we can be more assured?"
He obviously thought he was being sufficiently cautious.
However.
Voldemort once again punished him, turning him into a writhing figure on the ground, his painful moans making Ian feel slightly unable to bear the sight.
"It's only dealing with a third-rate wizard; I don't want to hear this kind of doubt again." This time, Voldemort didn't torture Quirrell for too long.
"I understand! I won't do it again! I will obey all your orders!" Quirrell, filled with fear, said as he climbed up from the ground, leaving a stain behind.
"You damned fool! Go back and change your pants!!"
Voldemort screamed and ranted; he truly bothered his servant.
"Hiss~ So that's how it is!"
Ian watched as Quirrell leaned against the wall all the way out of the classroom, then disappeared at the corner. He ultimately did not pull out his magic wand to try to nip the danger in the bud.
"After all, Voldemort really knows how to find death." Ian was well aware that the state of Quirrell plus Voldemort's residual soul wouldn't stand a chance against Grindelwald in a sleepwalking state.
He found no need to involve himself in another adventure.
"It's better to stay clear of trouble; otherwise, good Uncle will surely target me and deduct points for Ravenclaw College." Ian glanced at the evidence of "getting overheated" left by Quirrell in the classroom, originally intending to continue exploring the underground passage to find Gryffindor's portrait, but as he walked deeper into the basement, he saw the silhouette of a black bat.
Right at the office door.
Snape seemed to have been standing there waiting for something, and Ian was very grateful he didn't cancel the Illusionary Body Spell. He was ready to bypass Snape and continue on his path. He thought the Living Map must always be at hand when night exploring, otherwise one never knows what trouble might be encountered.
Just as Ian was setting this rule for himself in his mind.