Back at Hogwarts, Vison had Kiana observe the movements of the owls every morning.
Almost every few days, a package would be delivered to Quirrell's office.
This confirmed Vison's suspicions back in Knockturn Alley—his speculation was likely correct.
Moreover, based on Vison's observations, Quirrell's mental state was becoming increasingly unstable.
It was probably because he had been using certain magical ingredients to prolong his life.
And of course, Quirrell still wandered into the Forbidden Forest at night, hunting Unicorns.
After all, the effect of Unicorn blood was far more potent than anything Lucius had given him.
One night, Vison and Hagrid were patrolling and nearly caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure.
But he got away once again.
Another night found Hagrid and Vison back on patrol in the Forbidden Forest.
In the original timeline, Quirrell had intentionally lost a Dragon Egg to Hagrid,
then coaxed the secret of Fluffy's weakness from him.
However, things were unfolding differently this time.
As of now, Hagrid still hadn't received any Dragon Egg.
When Vison brought up the topic of the egg, Hagrid responded with emotion.
"Ah, Dragons. Where did Professor Kettleburn get the Torch from?"
"Who knows?" Vison replied casually.
Hagrid's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I've always dreamed of raising a Dragon. I even picked out a name—Norbert.
What do you think, Vison?"
It seemed clear now—Hagrid really hadn't received the egg yet.
But that made sense.
So much of the original storyline had already changed.
"Oh, right!" Hagrid suddenly remembered something.
He turned to Vison excitedly and said,
"I haven't seen the Torch in months. Can I visit it this weekend?
It must be getting so big!"
"Uh..." Vison hesitated.
He looked at Hagrid and said,
"Didn't I tell you that Professor Kettleburn took the Torch away?"
Hagrid stopped abruptly.
The lantern in his hand dropped with a metallic "clang."
"What?" he said, panic-stricken.
"You never told me that!"
Vison also stopped walking.
He explained, "About three or four months ago,
Professor Kettleburn left England in a hurry."
Hearing that, Hagrid picked up the lantern and looked uneasy.
"Then... can I still see the Torch?" he asked softly.
Vison wanted to say yes,
but he knew he had to be honest.
"Probably not."
Hagrid's shoulders slumped.
He said in a low voice,
"You should have told me earlier.
Then I could have seen the Torch one last time."
Seeing the several-hundred-pound Hagrid look so dejected,
Vison couldn't help but feel guilty.
He remembered that Professor Kettleburn had given very short notice,
and Vison had quickly packed up the Torch in a box and sent it away.
Throughout the rest of their patrol, Hagrid remained gloomy.
It was clear the news had truly upset him.
The only silver lining was that the Forbidden Forest was quiet that night.
No suspicious figures were spotted.
It was already one in the morning by the time Vison returned to Hogwarts Castle.
Even so, he ran into Filch, still patrolling with full energy.
Filch even mistook Vison for a student sneaking around.
It almost made Vison feel like he was back in his own school days.
Back then, he had to actively avoid Filch while sneaking around the halls at night.
Finally, arriving at his office door,
Vison noticed a crumpled piece of paper wedged in the doorframe.
He frowned and pulled it out.
The jagged edges suggested it had been hastily torn from a notebook or book page.
It hadn't been there when he left earlier—or had it?
He couldn't say for sure.
He had never paid close attention to the crack in his office door.
Vison pushed open the door while thinking about when the note might have appeared.
The office looked untouched.
He sat down at his desk and examined the note.
The writing was crooked, messy—barely legible, as if written in a panic.
It took several minutes of effort,
but Vison finally managed to piece the words together:
Please save me, drive him out!
He forcibly took my body,
I don't know what to do—save me!
You can do it, like before!
A desperate plea.
Vison sat in silence, holding the note.
The identity of the author was obvious.
Who else could it be but Quirrell?
It seemed Lord Voldemort was trying to seize full control of Quirrell's body.
Something must have gone wrong between them during this time.
Vison could clearly picture the scene:
Voldemort trying to fully take over.
Quirrell resisting.
Eventually, Voldemort began using dark magic to forcefully occupy him.
Quirrell, believing Vison had once driven Voldemort out using a golden apple,
took a chance—wrote the note and slipped it into the door, hoping for help.
But Quirrell had picked the wrong person.
Vison was not the kind-hearted savior he imagined.
Asking Dumbledore for help might have been smarter.
Vison casually crumpled the note.
"Incendio."
He waved his wand, and the paper burst into flames—turning to ash in seconds.
Why would Vison help Quirrell?
Even if Quirrell had been tricked into accepting Voldemort,
he still made that choice.
He chose to trust Voldemort.
That decision sealed his fate.
Even if his soul was erased in the process,
that was the path he had chosen.
There was nothing to sympathize with.
Besides, Vison had already used up the apples with "Purification" properties.
The thought reminded him—
He needed to start cultivating more plants with the "Purification" trait.
After all, the only way to extract Voldemort's soul from a Horcrux
was with a Purification Potion made using those properties.
If he found another Horcrux and didn't have the potion ready,
it could cause serious problems.
In the following days, Vison kept a close eye on Quirrell.
He observed his every move in secret.
Finally, in early May,
Vison encountered Quirrell in a corridor.
He quickly summoned the Tree of Wisdom to analyze Quirrell's state.
[Analysis failed...]
This time, there wasn't even any information about Quirrell at all.
That could only mean one thing—
Quirrell had been completely taken over by Lord Voldemort.
And it seemed Voldemort had used some dark method
to block the Tree of Wisdom from observing him.
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