On Thursday, the second week of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell was stammering through his textbook as he read the above points to Carl and the other second-year students about how to identify vampires.

All of this knowledge is useful, Carl knows it, but Professor Quirrell's way of teaching is too much to compliment.

The little wizards below were either dozing off or chatting with each other, without the slightest hint of respect for their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

If I let you know who is standing in front of you with the back of the head, you will probably be scared to pee your pants, Carl thought with a wicked taste.

After class, the little wizards rushed out of the professor, and Carl was slow to clean up and stay last.

When he finished packing his things and was about to leave, he was stopped by Quirrell.

Library ...... Cooper, et al...... Wait a minute. ”

"Professor?" Karl paused and looked at Quirrell.

The air suddenly became much quieter, and Carl heard a hissing sound, but his body's instinct made him understand their meaning immediately.

"Carl, my child, don't you say hello when you see your father?"

Ouch I'll go!

Carl was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, pouring him cold.

Voldemort actually recognized him!

"Tonight at eleven o'clock, Carl, see you on the rooftop......"

......

Carl spent the whole afternoon in conflict.

Voldemort actually recognized him, which he didn't expect anyway,

Learning magic in peace and staying away from Voldemort was the rule he set for himself before he entered Hogwarts.

Over the past year, he has executed well.

I just didn't expect that Voldemort would be recognized only in the second week of his appearance at Hogwarts.

No, Carl shook his head.

Now that he was recognized, Voldemort should have already guessed in the first week of Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

I guess I'm not sure, so I'll make a tentative remark to him this week.

The passage he had heard earlier was clearly a parseltongue, and if he didn't react, Voldemort would think he had mistaken it.

For ordinary little wizards, it was just a meaningless hiss, so small that the big ones would even think they had heard it wrong.

Damn it!

Karl tapped his head in frustration, he was too slow to react, and easily got Voldemort to confirm his identity.

Eleven days in the evening, rooftop.

What should he do?

Go, or not.

......

At night, the moon hangs high over Hogwarts Castle.

The moonlight illuminates the roof of the castle very brightly.

"Master, he didn't come. ”

Quirrell said into the air in an extremely humble voice.

A voice said viciously, "Shut up, fool! he's here!"

Quirrell looked around awkwardly, and in the moonlight, the view from the rooftop was unobstructed, but there was no one but himself.

"Let me come, I'll tell him!" the voice added.

Quirrell didn't dare to disobey, and untied the scarf above his head, revealing a snake face on the back of his head, hideous and terrifying, and his eyes glowed red.

Then, there was a ripple in the air, and a figure appeared, standing opposite Voldemort.

"Illusion Charm, it's rare for a young wizard of your age to be able to use such magic. Voldemort whispered, hissing in his voice, as if a snake were talking.

"I wonder how it compares to you at your age?" Karl asked curiously.

He still came, he was too curious, he wanted to see what the Dark Lord looked like when he dominated the British wizarding world and made all wizards talk about it.

Maybe the Sorting Hat had chosen the right thing in the first place, and he was indeed a Gryffindor.

"You want to be on par with the great Dark Lord?" Quirrell looked disdainful.

"Shut up, idiot!" Voldemort reprimanded, then looked at Carl, still in snake language.

"I didn't expect to meet you at Hogwarts, my child. Your eyes are almost exactly the same as they were when I was younger! I think you know our relationship yourself, don't you?"

Carl knew that everyone who knew Voldemort saw Voldemort's shadow in his eyes, let alone himself.

Karl nodded, imagining Voldemort as a snake, and with the same hiss, Carl asked, "What are you looking for me?"

Now, Quirrell really stuttered, Parseltongue, he still knew.

"Master, he, he, what did he say?"

"Quiet, idiot!"

After reprimanding Quirrell, Voldemort did not rush to say his purpose, still saying in the serpentine language: "I thought the night I lost power, that old man would probably bring you out of that place, it seems that I guessed correctly. ”

As he spoke, he looked Carl up and down, "It seems that that old man has made you live well, and I am very pleased." ”

Voldemort said, "I've been watching you for a week, Carl, you're so good, even I'm nowhere near where you are at your age." ”

"At the same time, Carl, I see in you exactly the same thing as me, the thirst for power, we are one kind of people!"

"Come, Karl, come and help me, I can give you more than you can imagine, you can learn from me the most advanced spells that ordinary people can't imagine, even eternal life!

Taking a deep breath, Carl let the crisp night air fill his ribcage, which made him much more sober.

To be honest, he almost got his heart moved.

Voldemort's words were very demagogic, and each one pointed to his deepest desires.

No wonder even with such brutal means, he was still able to attract a large number of supporters to work for him.

Carl kept telling himself that the man in front of him was a madman.

The so-called family affection is worthless in his eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was ready to refuse outright.

At the same time, he secretly held his wand in his hand, ready to use magic if something went wrong.

Voldemort was powerless at this point, he just needed to defeat Quirrell, not even defeat, he just needed to escape from the rooftop, find the other teachers, and then he would be safe.

Unexpectedly, before the words could be spoken, Voldemort said again, "Don't rush to refuse, Carl." ”

"You may have heard of a magic that can create an unbreakable oath between two people, and those who break it will die instantly. ”

"We can make this vow that as long as you help me in the rest of my time, I can teach you unimaginably powerful spells. What do you think of the fact that the two sides of the oath can't hurt each other, not even if they plot?"

Carl rubbed his temples, he had a little pain in his head.

He knew that Voldemort's ultimate goal was to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and he also knew that Voldemort had no good intentions at all.

But he was still moved.