McGoth looked at the green light that his wand slowly gathered in Voldemort's hand, and said that he was not afraid, it was a lie. Now he doesn't have a brain glency to control his emotions, and he has been consumed by endless fear and remorse.

Voldemort couldn't help but smile ugly as he looked at Mygoth's empty eyes, the expression of the victim made him obsessed, and letting his enemies or these mud bloods that shouldn't exist die in despair was what he liked to do. He hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure for a long time, so he slowed down the incantation that he could have recited quickly, and he wanted him to watch him die little by little.

“…… Claim for Life...... No, how is that possible. The green glow suddenly went out at the height of the gathering, and Voldemort's eyes showed a look of disbelief, and then the face attached to the back of Quirrell's head slowly faded as he struggled.

"No........." The voice full of resentment and unwillingness became his last echo.

The abrupt change overwhelmed McGoss, who thought he was dead and lifeless, saw this scene, his heart was beating rapidly, Voldemort's change made him not react at once, but he knew that he might have a chance to live.

"McGoss, I'm sorry to frighten you." The shadow slowly turned.

"Strange, Professor Quirrell, is that you?" The Shadow's words made Magos know at once why he had survived, and Quirrell exposed his own soul to save him.

"It's me, I'm sorry to make you like this." Quirrell had already turned around by this time, glowing softly with his wand, his face pale but smiling.

"Petrification lifted!"

McGoth felt like he could move, and for the first time he knew how wonderful it was to be able to move, at least he could do some pointless struggle instead of watching himself die. After the excitement, it suddenly occurred to me that the real Quirrell was now known by the imposter and Voldemort, so he...

"Professor, you—" He was interrupted by Quirrell before he could finish his sentence. The professor smiled.

"I brought it all on myself, you shouldn't feel sorry for me, on the contrary you should hate you, I brought this devil to Hogwarts. Go ahead, grab your wand and give a signal, the headmaster may be alarmed now, and he will come as soon as he sees the signal. As he spoke, he tried to hand his wand to McGoss, but his hand stopped moving halfway through, and an ethereal voice came out from the back of his head, making people subconsciously want to believe his words.

"Quirrell, I didn't expect you to be alive, have you forgotten our deal, we can continue."

"You devil, you think I'm going to believe what you say. And, you don't want to think about it, again, control me. Quirrell roared at the last sentence, and his face was flushed and bruised, as if something was about to come out of his body, and he was holding him down.

"Mai... Goss, quick... I can't hold on... How long has it been. Quirrell struggled to let go of his wand.

"Professor." McGoth's eyes were red, and he held back his grief and picked up his wand and prepared to run out of the hole.

"McGoss. Will yes, when did Gryffindor also represent ingratitude? Voldemort's voice made McGoth settle, and then ignored it and continued to run outside.

"Wait." The superiority in his voice was gone, and there was a feeling of anger and ruin.

"If you don't want Quirrell to disappear forever, stop you. I can not kill him. ”

"Master, you must kill him, and how can there be anyone else in my body?" Fake Quirrell's frightened voice was heard, and he was able to speak.

"Shut up, idiot." Voldemort roared, and the fake Quirrell's voice no longer appeared.

"How, Will, we can make a deal, you don't report my existence, I'll let Quirrell live."

Magos paused, looking hesitantly at Quirrell in pain.

"Don't, trust him, McGoss." Professor Quirrell struggled to spit out a few words.

"That's your attitude to trading?" Magos looked fiercely behind Quirrell, and he had the feeling that Voldemort could see his expression.

"Then I can show some sincerity." After saying that, McGoth saw Professor Quirrell's expression soften.

Professor Quirrell's eyes reddened and told Magos to hurry out and give a signal, unable to believe him anyway. Voldemort was indifferent to Quirrell's words, and did not try to say anything more, as if he was convinced that Magos would not give up on him.

There was silence in the cave for a while, and McGoth slowly spoke, "What deal do you want to make, as long as I don't tell you, can you let Professor Quirrell go." ”

"Of course, but if you want me to leave Quirrell's body, you must help me get what I want, otherwise, you and he will die, and even if I disappear now, I will reappear in the future, don't doubt my words." The eerie tone of his voice would be inexplicable to the unsuspecting, but McGoth knew that he did have the confidence, and seven Horcruxes meant that he had seven lives. But he knew he couldn't show that he knew too much now, and he looked inwardly into the darkness.

"Yes, you can kill both of us, but you can't leave Hogwarts alive, don't think I don't know, you certainly won't be an opponent for Headmaster Dumbledore, otherwise how could you sneak in."

After saying that, McGoth felt as if he was being targeted by a wounded mad beast. Let him tremble involuntarily. It took a while for the feeling to go away.

"Dumbledore, ha, the first white wizard, I am indeed no match for him now, but, what about in the future..."

"Don't talk nonsense, my patience is limited, if you don't give me an answer, you will die here together."

"Don't promise him." Professor Quirrell hurriedly spoke again, no one knew Voldemort's lies better than he did. If Magos really helped him get that thing, he would definitely kill both of them without hesitation.

"Professor, I'll save you." McGoth ignored Quirrell's words, and he looked back at the darkness again.

"I agree to the deal, but I have one condition..."

"Conditions? There was a Muggle wizard who dared to make a condition to me? Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sudden rage of Voldemort, and the black magic became more and more condensed in the cave, and finally formed a large black face covering the entire cave.

"You dare to make conditions with me." The big black face roared, and Magos was directly pressed into the corner by the other party's momentum. Can't struggle. However, he also saw that this Voldemort still looked so invincible without Quirrell's carrier, but it was just a look, if he really had the strength, he would definitely not play these tricks, but killed him without hesitation. This inward-looking expression is much stronger than his.

Magos gritted his teeth and looked at the black one, glaring at him angrily, showing that if you don't agree to everyone's jade burning.

The big black face looked at him coldly for a while, and suddenly crashed into him. Although it is not disembodied, its power is not to be underestimated. Directly flew him several meters away from the wall. After McGoth fell to the ground, he felt like he was falling apart, and there was no place where he didn't hurt. After hitting him, the big black face slowly dissipated.

"Say, what are your conditions?" Voldemort asked faintly as if nothing had happened.

However, McGoth heard a feeling of humiliation in his tone, which made him inexplicably a little proud, who else but Dumbledore could make Voldemort feel humiliated?

"Destroy the fake Quirrell. Since then, the real Professor Quirrell has been presented. Professor Quirrell's words moved Professor Quirrell for a while, and his mouth opened to find that he couldn't open his mouth, who would want to die if he could live, and McGoth's attitude was resolute, he could see that he would not listen to what he said.

Voldemort fell silent, and it was not clear that he didn't answer because he had lost face or because he didn't want to lose the fake Quirrell. Magos sat in the corner, quietly waiting for Voldemort to speak.

"I promise." After Voldemort said these three words, the fake Quirrell's voice appeared.

"Master don't." The voice of the fake Quirrell was terrified, he didn't expect his master to give up on him when he said to give up, "Lord ......" he disappeared as soon as the second word came out.

Magos looked at Professor Quirrell, who closed his eyes and nodded.

Although the fake Quirrell is an enemy, and Voldemort's approach is still what he requested, but this ending not only did not make him happy, but made him more and more cold, such a heartfelt subordinate, if he said no, he didn't want to, he felt that if he stood in his point of view, he would at least try to say a few words, but he didn't expect him to think about it for a few seconds, and it should be because of his face.

"Now that our deal is set, Will of McGoth, if you don't get what I want, I'm going to make your life worse than death."

"I will."

"And in case you snitch out suddenly, I think we'll need a pact as well." Voldemort never believed in friendship or persistence, and in his eyes, the reason why McGoth didn't rush to tell the whistle now was just that his brain suddenly became abnormal or he felt that giving up Quirrell was a bit too much, and he would definitely tell the whistle when he went out to be normal.

A piece of parchment floated out of Quirrell's body. The contents of the contract slowly emerged from above.

"Let's take a look at Professor Quirrell first." McGoth knew how many pounds and taels he had, and he couldn't see that there was a problem with this contract.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the contract, and it didn't float to Quirrell immediately after Magos finished speaking, and it seemed that some hidden loopholes had been modified.

Professor Quirrell was now more interested in McGoth than he was about himself, reading every letter of the contract several times, and only when Voldemort was impatient did he say it was all right.

McGoth glanced at the contents of the contract, roughly saying that a snitch would leave him festering and his magic waning before he could get what he had requested. And if he doesn't keep his promise after getting the item, the soul will dissipate completely. To find this site, please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.