Once upon a time, Quirinus Quirrell was the pride of Ravenclaw, known for his talent and solid theory, both as a student and as a professor in Muggle studies.

Perhaps not wanting to be limited to theoretical research, Quirrell applied for a position as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts last summer, took a long sabbatical after receiving approval, and began traveling to gain practical experience.

That summer, Quirrell traveled a lot and encountered a lot of dangers. In the Dark Forest, Quirrell encounters several vampires and witches and nearly dies.

After escaping, Quirrell set his sights on all of Europe, eventually meeting the man who would change his life in Albania.

The down-and-out Dark Lord attached to a snake - Lord Voldemort.

Quirrell had a natural fear of the Dark Lord after the Second Wizarding War in England, even if he could easily kill Voldemort at first sight. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Quirrell had the illusion that he could control Voldemort, and he paid a huge price for it.

He became a makeshift Horcrux, though Quirrell didn't know what a "Horcrux" was.

With a body and two souls, Quirrell could clearly feel the loss of life force, which made him very frightened. But even more terrifying was the possession of the Dark Lord, and in order to survive, Quirrell had to find the only magical creation known to be able to save the two men.

Philosopher's Stone ......

At Gringotts, Quirrell failed; After discovering Harry, Quirrell failed again due to Snape's obstruction. Although the location of the Philosopher's Stone was found, he struggled to find a way through Hagrid's three-headed dog, and stopped at the first level.

During that time, Quirrell was simply worse than dead, Voldemort did not sympathize with him as a servant, vicious curses, painful punishments, Quirrell, who had endured the double physical and mental torture of the Dark Lord, did not go crazy, it was a miracle.

Later, Quirrell, or the Dark Lord, discovered an interesting little wizard from his own academy, who was excellent in magic spells and solid in theory, and was arguably the best young wizard in decades since Lord Voldemort.

Even after contact, Voldemort actually gave him a better evaluation than his own age.

At least, even the Dark Lord, who made the whole of England tremble, had never cast spells silently and without fighting in the first year, which could not be explained by a simple "talent".

When Ike approached Quirrell and asked him to learn magic, both Quirrell and Voldemort were delighted.

Perhaps Quirrell had some regret that a good Ravenclaw would go his own way.

But what happened later caused Quirrell to have a mood called "jealousy".

Why is his talent so good?

Why did the Dark Lord have a plan to teach him magic?

Why did the Dark Lord promise to teach him personally after being reborn?

And why, the Dark Lord did not hesitate to consume his life force silently, without a fight, to cast a spell of snatching, just to imperceptibly influence his thoughts?

Quirrell couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out anyway, until he saw Ike in battle.

Spell-casting ability on par with adult wizards, almost the same spell-casting frequency, perfect silent, non-battle spells, although the accuracy is not very good, but he is only in the first grade! There's still plenty of time for him to grow.

Until he grew to the point of the Dark Lord, or even Dumbledore.

Yes, Quirrell believed that Ike would reach that state, just as Voldemort believed he would return.

Gulping down the unicorn's blood, Quirrell could feel his parched life being nourished, and his heart beating vigorously again.

It's as healthy as when I didn't meet the Dark Lord.

But at the same time, Quirrell felt pain and trance that he had never felt before, and his soul seemed to be crushed by life, as if it would come out of his body at any moment.

Standing up, top-heavy, Quirrell even felt like he could float at any moment.

It's a pity that it's all a curse, a curse for hurting unicorns and sucking blood.

From this moment on, Quirrell ceased to be human, an unknown being who was not human, not beast, not ghost, not remnant.

The body is just the shell of the soul.

"Hey~hey~hey~" Voldemort was excited, the blood of the unicorn had fully nourished his remnant soul, and it was the best he had felt since Halloween Eve eleven years ago.

"Well done! My servant. The Dark Lord never shy away from complimenting his wish-granting servants, "You will be rewarded when we get the Philosopher's Stone." ”

"Thank you, master." Quirrell replied respectfully, he didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of disrespect for Voldemort.

"So, Ike, my favorite student, what do you want?"

In the face of Ike, Voldemort had a completely different attitude, and there was no cold-blooded attitude towards Quirrell in his tone, just like Professor Flitwick did with the eaglets, and he could only feel the concern for his students.

"I think you'll allow me to take some unicorn blood for research, great Dark Lord! My teacher! Ike bowed slightly, respectfully replied.

"You can take some unicorn hair, you can even take off its horns, but you must not take its blood, child." Voldemort refused, "The blood of unicorns has magical powers, and when they are willingly sacrificed, they are the purest thing in the world, and they can break almost all curses and prohibitions!" ”

"Even a dying person can be reborn if he drinks the blood of a unicorn that he willingly donates, as if he was healthy at the age of eighteen!"

Voldemort solemnly continued: "However, if it is forcibly taken out like this one, it will carry a strong curse. Although you can still be born again, you will be burdened with an evil curse, and you will no longer be human, and you can only live for a long time. ”

"And you can't stop drinking the blood of a unicorn, and if you stop, you'll die......"

"Died a terrible death, a terrible ......"

"I see." Ike nodded, putting away his wand, "Then I'll take some hair." ”

"Very good choice, kid." Voldemort applauded, "They have a lot of uses, and they are very important magical materials. ”

Ike took some tail hair and mane and carefully put them away.

"Yes, a lot of potions and alchemy items need these things, and they're enough for me for a long time." Ike bowed slightly, "Thank you for letting me use it." ”

"No thanks, kid, when I come back, you're going to get better, more, unicorn hair, it's too small."

"I will teach you magic, let you appreciate the true meaning of magic, and even stay away from death!" Voldemort was visibly overwhelmed, "As long as you offer your loyalty, son." ”

"Of course, the great Dark Lord! My teacher! Ike leaned his wand on his left shoulder, got down on one knee, and respectfully said, "I'll be your proudest student!" ”

"I'm looking forward to it, Ike, I'm looking forward to ......"

"I'm looking forward to ...... too," Ike said with his head down, a big smile on his face as he flashed over the panel of the waste notepad system.

Name: Ike Strider!

No Tom Marvolo Riddle!