"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be in such a state of existence......" Pei Chen frowned, and pointed out the most painful and bitter point in Voldemort's heart without any whitewashing.

"The dignified Dark Lord is now living like a parasite, and he doesn't even have a body...... People are not human, no wonder is not strange! In just eleven years, you have fallen to such a point?! ”

Professor Quirrell was now facing away from Pei Chen, the disgusting purple bandana on his head had been completely undone, and there was still a face on the back of his head! The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

Hideous and terrifying! This was Pei Chen's first impression of this legendary Dark Lord!

Appearance is very important, not only will it affect the first impression, but also will continue to affect the favorability of others in the process of getting along for a long time. For example, Pei Chen, if you want to say how handsome and good-looking he is, it is simply a big joke!

But he can also be regarded as having a relatively good appearance, very attractive, coupled with the fresh and natural temperament on his body and his gentle personality when he doesn't hurt people, so that his affinity has reached a very high level.

It's just that there is no effect of 'initial meeting favorability +10', at least no one will hate him as soon as they meet, and this kind of thing will not happen after getting along for a while.

But Voldemort is good, and it is very obvious that he has failed to evolve and that his mutation has succeeded. That face is simply a typical case of a car accident scene, the kind that makes people plummet by at least fifty points at the first glance of their initial favorability! No wonder it was overthrown more than ten years ago when it was in full swing, because it wasn't him who was wrong, it was the world.

This world is a world of faces, and if he doesn't conform to the main theme of the world, then he can only fail.

"So...... What's your opinion? Mr. Lyle? I don't like people who just keep talking big words......" A sharp and unpleasant voice rang out, and the Dark Lord's face, which was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, instantly turned hideous, and his eyes were resentful, obviously irritated by the words. But he still suppressed his anger, and tried his best to use his [Basic Eloquence LV10] skill to launch a mouth cannon to let Pei Chen be driven by him like Quirrell.

"If you can join me, I will definitely not treat you badly...... When I return, then you will be my number one hero, even if you want to become the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, I can give it to you! Voldemort said ambitiously, trying to recruit Pei Chen. And the more he spoke, the more his voice became higher, as if he believed the great prospects described by his casual empty promise......

Well, the IQ is touching......

However, the effect does not seem to be as good as imagined, and Voldemort's expected Pei Chen is like Quirrell's original body...... Ahem, the tiger's body was shocked, and the scene of the other party bowing his head did not appear, but the young man in front of him was watching him with a caring eye for mentally handicapped children, and was silent for a long time.

"Mr. Lyle! What the hell do you mean?! I'm optimistic that you'll give you such a chance! Don't be ignorant!! The Dark Lord screamed in annoyance, but he felt like he was feeling guilty, which was a sign of weakness.

After all, it was a small probability event that Quirrell had been fooled into the realm of miracles—and now he was dealing with a mystical cultivator from the Ancient East, not a guy like Professor Quirrell who was stupid when he read the book.

Pei Chen naturally couldn't be fooled by a down-and-out Dark Lord, he wouldn't feel that he was in a weak position with Dumbledore, let alone the person in front of him who was not strange or strange, and he didn't even have a parasite with a body. He didn't care about Voldemort's blank check and offending him, but his eyes rolled and he suddenly changed to a very interested look.

"Well, Voldemort, I heard you're a pureblood? Do you think pure-blood nobles must be nobler than half-blood wizards? Pei Chen organized his language and began to talk about the thing he was most interested in, and he didn't seem to ask Voldemort's opinion, but just said what he thought.

Voldemort was about to generously and fiercely make a generous and fierce speech on the 100,000 (completely untenable) reasons why pure-bloods are born noble', but found that Pei Chen did not stop talking at all, so he had to press his restless heart and continue to listen to the person in front of him make his tirade.

"I saw something about you when I was looking through some information...... You've always been very adamant about pure-blood nobility, and you think like Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago, that Hogwarts shouldn't accept half-blood wizards, and pure-blood nobles shouldn't intermarry with half-bloods or even Muggles in order to maintain their noble pure-blood......"

The tone was neither sarcastic, but also not encouraging. Pei Chen read it in a strange tone, as if he was reciting Voldemort's previous stories, so that the parties and Professor Quirrell couldn't help but feel very strange in their hearts.

"Well, there is always an ideal, what if it is realized? So I won't say anything about your ambitions, though you don't realize that intermarriage will only hasten the demise of the wizard population. As if distracted by Quirrell's wand in his hand, Pei Chen's speech began to slow down gradually.

"Just like Dumbledore's ridiculous ideals when he was younger, even the 'Lord Dark Lord' never dared to fight Muggles head-on when you were at the pinnacle of your life ruling the wizarding world, at best, you would blow up a bridge and kill a lone civilian, or carry out a terrorist attack or something......"

Voldemort's slender eyes became murderous, and even Professor Quirrell's body seemed to tremble with anger under his influence. Such humiliation, if it weren't for the fact that his wand was taken away and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist, he would never have been so angry.

Pei Chen naturally didn't care about the wailing of the defeated dog, he just felt that he was unhappy if he was in the groove:

"Wizards are more vulnerable than Muggles! Otherwise, who do you think the International Wizarding Secrecy Act is protecting? Whether it's an absolute numerical disadvantage or a relative disadvantage in force, the only difference may be that Dumbledore sees it, and you still hold on to your delusions that you don't know whether to live or die...... Well, you're not the only idiot who thinks like that, and you don't have much to say about it. ”

"What I'm really trying to say is that the number of real wizards is so scarce, never more than 10,000 at its peak, all in one place the size of a small town, and more than 200 of them are in Azkaban prison...... You've gone to great lengths to rule the wizarding world - you're just a mayor at best, is it really worth it? Looking at the face that grew on the back of Quirrell's head, Pei Chen felt that his scalp was numb, if it was him, let alone a town mayor, even if it was the position of the village chief of Konoha Village, it would be absolutely impossible for him to pay such a big price.

"......" Voldemort.

"......" Quirrell.

Voldemort's deformed face was as wonderful as it had never been before, perhaps because he was so surprised and excited that he couldn't even finish his words now: "You! …… How did you...... How dare you! ……”

There are some things that have never been thought about, so they have always seemed taken for granted. But when some of the so-called truths are exposed by a bystander from a clear third perspective, from a place that cannot be said to be a mistake but has an absolutely strange starting point, the cruelty of the facts is often unacceptable to the parties involved. That's what Voldemort is like now, angry and angry.

adhered to the concept for more than ten years, and even did not hesitate to set off a bloody storm for this, and finally paid a heavy price that was worse than death, and he was in a panic for eleven years...... As a result, he still failed to be elected mayor...... Is there anything more fucking up in the world?!

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It's already past one o'clock in the morning.

However, a few people in the Forbidden Forest still didn't have the slightest intention of sleeping, even if they were sleepy and yawning, they still insisted on relying on the manpower counted in the palm of that hand and the useless faint light and moonlight, looking for it in the Forbidden Forest.

However, this time they learned well, and they did not scatter their hands when they were killed, and four people, a dog, and an injured unicorn gathered together to act very vigilantly.

This has to be said to be very useful, just ten minutes ago they managed to repel a white-haired werewolf, which greatly boosted morale - security is a thing that doesn't really add much to your stats, but you can't deny that sometimes it's really useful.

Following the trail of the serpentine walk deeper into the dense forest for more than ten meters, just as Hagrid began to feel uneasy, the trees in front of him suddenly moved to both sides, and the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, revealing a large and dilapidated clearing.

"Oh my God!"

No matter how good Hermione was, she was still an eleven-year-old child, and she was still a girl, and she was so frightened by what she saw and heard that she screamed in horror. In contrast, Harry and Ron were just pale, their lips pursed tightly, and they were already very courageous.

The lifeless corpse of the giant serpent was already cold, like a stone sculpture in the moonlight. Dressed in the uniform robes of the Hogwarts faculty and staff, the person who fell to the ground without a blink of sight could not be seen who it was, but his general identity was self-evident.

Such a scene, so that the familiar figure standing at the scene of the crime unconsciously, shaking his right hand full of blood, and still tearing the clothes and cloth on the corpse to wipe the blood on his hand, is so impactful at this moment, whether it is a living dead person or a merciless killer, for a young greenhouse flower like the Gryffindor three, it is the most terrible nightmare I have ever had in the past eleven years!

"Ah, you're here, just in time, I'll take care of the aftermath to Hagrid...... I don't care about killing or burying, I'm not very good at this kind of work. Pei Chen smiled, he didn't have the concept of a grading system at all, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with presenting this bloody and violent scene to the children - caring for the flowers of the motherland or something, anyway, it was not his own motherland, it was okay!

"Professor Lyle! What are you doing here?! Who is that?! Hagrid subconsciously stood in front of several people and asked vigilantly.

"Well, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, the inaugural teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts......" Pei Chen introduced the identity of the cold corpse on the ground in an indifferent tone, and even stretched out his foot to kick it very disrespectfully.

"Professor Quirrell? How did he end up here? Who killed him? Hagrid was tall, he could see the corpse at a glance, it was indeed Professor Quirrell, but his face was hideous and distorted, not in the slightest resemblance to his usual timid and docile appearance, and the iconic purple scarf was untied and casually thrown aside.

"Why is he here? Well, I don't know too much about this, maybe it's for unicorn blood! As for who killed him......"

Pei Chen was rarely confused.

"Logically speaking, maybe I killed it, right? However, Voldemort should also be involved, and it is not clear who has a larger proportion of damage output......"