"Master—"

The moment the roar sounded, Quirrell broke free from the painful memories, gasping for breath and coming back to his senses, tears welling up on his face as he realized he was being bound

"Master—I—"

"Shut up!"

Voldemort screamed, and Quirrell lost his voice as if frightened. In the darkness of the night, only his whispered sobs could be heard.

"The Dark Lord..."

Ning An whispered, the moment he actually stood in front of Voldemort, it was completely different from the mood he had imagined countless times. This great demon king who really brought terror to him will never be as ethereal as the fantasy in his mind.

He was right in front of Ning An, attached to the back of Quirrell's head, and though he was extremely weak, his reputation was enough to strike fear into anyone's mind. Ning An even occasionally popped up the fantasy that Voldemort used some kind of magic he didn't know to kill, control him, and torture him.

Ning An shook his head vigorously, and became vigilant, he was running the Brain Occlumency Technique with all his might, even in the face of the weak Dark Lord, he was unwilling to show any flaws, because, this person was different from anyone he had dealt with before!

"Are you going to tie me up like that?"

A hoarse voice sounded in the night wind, like the sound of wind pulled out by a broken bellows.

Ning An stretched out his wand and tapped it lightly against the rope that bound Quirrell. The thick hemp rope receded from his body like a tide, from his upper body to his lower body and then to his feet. Eventually, it dissipated into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Quirrell picked up the dropped wand and slowly got up from the ground, he suddenly reached out with a little cry and pointed his wand at Ning An

"How dare you—to the master! ——”

"Quirrell." Voldemort's voice sounded again, and although it sounded a little weak at this time, it was not as harsh and ugly as it had just been, but with a little bewitchment

"Be polite—let's hear what this little kid wants to say to me?"

Although Voldemort was using a flat tone and a seductive tone. But Ning An still heard the chill hidden in the depths of the words. He bowed slightly and said:

"I'm sorry to make contact with the Dark Lord in this way."

He tensed every nerve and said in a calm tone:

"I overheard your conversation with Professor Quirrell, and I was curious about him calling you your master, so I followed him."

"It's impossible - how can you follow me - and not be detected!?" Quirrell screamed sharply.

"I happen to have a handy spell." Ning An waved his wand and cast a spell on himself, and Quirrell saw Ning An disappear from his eyes.

"Phantom Spell! - How is this possible! ”

He shouted in disbelief, how could a first-year student master this spell that even the Aurors had to learn for a long time.

"Some people have a unique talent - Quirrell"

Voldemort's faint voice echoed like a ghost

"Say your purpose!" He commanded.

Ning An nodded and said indifferently:

"I think we need each other, in every way, what do you think?"

"Boom—" Voldemort laughed

"Haha, boy? I need you? Would the great Dark Lord need a child like you? ”

"That's what it used to be." Ning An narrated a fact in a flat tone without any emotion

"Your former servants have betrayed you, and they are now either surviving in Azkaban or changing their faces in the hope of returning to the sun."

"You're looking for death!"

Quirrell seemed to be unable to tolerate it any longer, he stared at Ning An with resentment, but because he didn't get Voldemort's order, he could only stand in place in resentment, and his mouth let out a heavy gasp of "snort".

"Quirrell—" Voldemort cried in a deep voice.

"Yes—master, what do you command?"

"Turn around, and I'm going to meet this "brave" kid in person. A cold voice sounded, and no one would feel that the "brave" he said was a compliment to Ning An.

"But your stamina—"

"I still have that strength."

Ning An looked at Quirrell as if he was talking to himself, and then, I saw him gently put down the hood on his head, turned around, and turned his back to Ning An.

Quirrell circled, slowly untying the scarf around his head.

A terrifying face appeared in front of Ning An, which should have been the back of Quirrell's head, but it kept stirring, as if it was about to squeeze a terrifying face out of his skin. Ning An had never seen such a hideous face, a miserable white face, a pair of pupils that emitted red light, and below it were two snake-like slender nostrils.

"Your name is Ning An?" A ghostly whisper rang in Ning An's ears

"You think the Dark Lord is no longer good——?!" There was anger in his voice, and Ning An heard Quirrell, who had his back to him, sobbing out of fear.

"It wasn't my intention,"

Ning An was also a little nervous, he clenched his wand tightly, so that he could feel a sense of security, and he said slowly:

"I mean, maybe for you now, you'll need my help too."

"Boom—" Voldemort let out a strange grin, and he said to Ning An in a playful tone, mockingly:

"Oh? So what do you want from me? Child? The last word "child", Voldemort's bite is very fierce, as if he wants to chew them up and eat them in his stomach.

"Your magic—" Ning An tried his best to control his voice not to tremble, suppressing his emotions to make it so excited, but in the face of something that seemed to be something he had longed for for a long time and was now close to him, he couldn't help but tremble excitedly:

"I want to learn your magic."

"My magic?"

Even stranger than before, with a strange tone, Voldemort was like a theatrical actor, exaggerating his emotions, and he suddenly became happy again

"Oh! Yes, there were many young people like you once - follow me! I want to learn my magic. ”

As his words fell, the forest suddenly became silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere fell silent, as if everyone was thinking about their own thoughts.

"I can give it to you."

Voldemort suddenly opened his mouth, his red eyes staring at Ning An without blinking, Ning An couldn't get any information in his eyes.

"My magic, my knowledge, the notes I've taken during my travels—oh, precious notes, aren't they?"

Voldemort's voice was so unfathomable that no one could guess what he was thinking.

Ning An also felt as if he was about to stop thinking, the beating sound of his heart "banging" hit his eardrums, Voldemort's lifelong magic? All his knowledge? All this is like a gift from the devil, on the one hand it frightens him, but at the same time it tempts him deeply, and he wants to stop, but he can't.

"There's a town called Botisford in the foothills of Waltz, and if you go find a Ralph house, I think you'll find what you're looking for."

Voldemort suppressed his voice and said in a deep voice, this was the first time Ning An had heard him talk calmly to someone.

"So—what can we do for me? Child? ”

Ning An was still immersed in the place that the Dark Lord had said, and his thoughts even drifted into the mansion for a moment, and the next second, he woke up in horror and came back to his senses, Voldemort looked at him with an inexplicable smile, waiting for Ning An's answer.

"Hogwarts! I went to Hogwarts and can get you information, here's everything you want to know, Dumbledore, Harry Potter, ......" When Ning An said Harry's name, he noticed that Voldemort's face was unnaturally distorted.

"And the Death Eaters, you know, there are still some loyal Death Eaters lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity, and I will seek them out and gather them to reunite with you."

When Ning An finished speaking, the Forbidden Forest fell silent again, except for the wind and a strange sound from Quirrell, no one spoke, and Voldemort stared at Ning An calmly.

"Very well," he said slowly.

"Then I think you can go and get that treasure - my magic and knowledge will need you to fulfill your promise one day, Ning'an." This time, he didn't call Ning An a child again, but glanced at him with blood-red pupils one last time, and said hoarsely

"Let's go, Quirrell." The face blurred as he spoke, disappearing into the back of Quirrell's head as if it were hidden.

"Yes - master!" Quirrell carefully wrapped his head back in his scarf, ignoring Ning An, hurriedly straightened his robe, and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Walz Foothills, Botisford, Ralph House." Ning An kept muttering about the place Voldemort had just mentioned.

Of course, he didn't mean to serve Voldemort, but just wanted to try to get some information that would be useful to him. But what Ning'an didn't expect was that Voldemort would actually give a shocking gift.

"His life's magic and knowledge?"

Ning An is not a fool, and Voldemort is certainly not either, how could he give his magic hands for nothing. Ning An also understands this.

"But even if it's just one ten-thousandth, or even just some of Voldemort's early magic notes..."Even if it's just these things, the temptation for Ning An is incomparably great.

Since coming into this world, he has felt like a whale stranded on the shore and swimming back into the deep sea. He was like a fish longing for the sea, frantically learning magic, he was a little overwhelmed, at this moment, Ning An had secretly made up his mind, no matter what, he was going to go there, Ralph's mansion to have a look.

Many times, after being blinded by desire, people's minds will be confused, dangerous premonitions, Voldemort's abnormal behavior, all these things that should be carefully considered, are subconsciously pressed in Ning An's heart, go and see it first, Ning An kept saying to himself, he didn't want to think about other things, at this moment, there was nothing else but magic.