Time and time again, Phyllis seems to have no idea what the consequences will be if she casts such an evil spell on a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the impact, she plans to damage his soul by cutting out the bones.

After ten minutes, Quirrell finally passed out completely.
After a few minutes, Quirrell passed out, opened his eyes and said, "Good evening, Miss Kate."
"Good evening, Tom." Phyllis put away her wand with a smile.
At this time, Quirrell’s body and soul were damaged. Tom’s soul occupied this body. He looked at himself, looked at the office environment and finally looked at Phyllis and said, "You seem to … want to see me?"
Phyllis said, "There are some things I don’t think Quirrell needs to know about that guy …" Then she shook her head.
Phyllis doesn’t have a very good impression of Quirrell. He is not a fool, but he always likes to play with cleverness and is very smart.
Tom said, "He’s doing all right" to help those loyal to him.
"Not bad?" Phyllis smiled and said, "Is that enough for you? Tom, you know it’s Hogwarts Castle, right? If you are not careful, you will stay here forever. "
Tom’s face froze with a smile, but he quickly recovered his smile and said, "Of course I know."
Tom certainly knows Quirrell is not a great man, but how can a really strong-hearted person give his loyalty easily? What’s more, it’s really not a high probability that Tom could find any outstanding talents in exchange for this "loyalty" by means of dreamland deception.
"So I’ve always been surprised," Phyllis said. "Why don’t you destroy Quirrell’s soul and occupy this body by yourself? Even if you encounter something, you can solve it by yourself."
Tom shook his head and said, "No, I can’t do this. Quirrell has been teaching at Hogwarts for several years. Many professors are familiar with him. It is easy to see from some details of life that this body has changed its soul, which is too risky."
Phyllis twist her head to look at that fireplace burning with orange flame and said softly, "maybe someone has seen it."
"What?" Phyllis spoke in a low voice. Tom didn’t hear her, but saw her open her mouth.
"Nothing," Phyllis said with a smile. "I admire your courage. Have you ever considered what to do if you fail?"
"No, I will never fail," Tom said confidently.
"Very aggressive answer," Phyllis said, "but I need more persuasive reasons."
"You need it?" Tom asked with a hint of sneer in his tone.
"But I need to weigh whether I should help you or betray you according to your information and the information I know."
Tom didn’t expect Phyllis to say this, and then he sneered, "What a despicable thing!"
Phyllis smiled and said, "Whether it’s despicable or not doesn’t affect success or failure, and if you really want to say it, a lot of times it’s appropriate to be despicable and you will have a high chance of success."
Tom’s heart is more contemptuous of Phyllis and more fearful at the same time-no one knows what she will do without a bottom line.
"Well, think about it for a few minutes and give me an answer," Phyllis said. "Give me a reason not to send you to the principal’s office now."
"I can give you what you want and achieve all your wishes."
"It sounds like a lie," Phyllis attributed.
"Don’t believe it?" Tom smiled and said, "I have no less ancient notes than runic magic. Do you need these?"
Although it is a question, Tom’s expression is full of information about his judgment.
"The early wizard’s notes in ancient times are really valuable things," Phyllis said, "but they are just reference values for me. You know that every rune wizard builds runes differently, and you can’t compare them stiffly."
……
When Quirrell woke up from a coma, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. He wanted to sit up, but his whole body was sore and he had to give up after a little attempt.
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey lifted the white curtain and came in and said gently, "Professor Quirrell, how do you feel now?"
"It’s … painful," Quirrell said. "What’s wrong with me?"
"Don’t you remember?" Madam Pomfrey took a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Quirrell’s arm and trying to move. "You fainted in the auditorium last night, so just say if you feel uncomfortable."
"Well …" Quirrell was just about to recall what happened last night when he felt a very twisted pain in his arm, especially near his shoulder.
As Madam Pomfrey lifted his arm higher and higher, the pain in his muscles became stronger and stronger. Halfway through, Quirrell couldn’t help but say, "It hurts, it hurts … I mean, it hurts."
"I heard it," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Then what are you doing?" Quirrell asked with a chill in his mouth, "What are you doing?"
Holding Quirrell’s arm and lifting it for about 90 degrees, Madam Pomfrey slowly put his arm down and said, "What did I hear?"
"Then why are you still doing this?" Quirrell asked
Madam Pomfrey said confidently, "Did I say I would stop if I was uncomfortable?"
"Isn’t it?" Quirrell blinked.
"Of course not," said Madam Pomfrey.
I didn’t even know how horrible it was for former students to enter the medical room. Quirrell muttered to himself that when Madam Pomfrey helped him move all his limbs, he could finally lie in bed safely. Quirrell took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know who sent me here last night?"
"Professor Kate" Madam Pomfrey said, "It’s Professor Kate. Didn’t a terrorist troll appear in the castle yesterday? What happened? "