The first lesson of the second morning was a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson with Slytherin.

This was the first time Roy had seen Voldemort since he crossed over, and he was a little excited.

“…… God... Mystery Man... Undoubtedly... Be... While... Now... Now... Most... The most powerful... Target... Target... The Dark Wizard ......" Quirrell lectured on the stage.

"Professor, I have a question." Roy, sitting in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, interrupted Quirrell and raised his hand.

Anyway, this guy is not a good person, so there is no need to be polite to him. If you say it, it's best to break the defense.

The classmates next to him didn't seem to notice this scene.

"Huh? This... The... Same... Classmates, please... Please... Speak. Quirrell, who was interrupted to brag about Voldemort, was undoubtedly a little displeased, but he still made Roy stand up.

"Voldemort is a pure-blood supremacy, right?"

"It's... Yes. ”

"But according to the information I've found, Voldemort is not pure-blooded."

The classmate, who had just ignored Roy's interruption of Quirrell, looked at Roy with wide eyes and suspicious.

Did he just call Voldemort's name?

"It's... This statement... How did it come about. Mystery Man... Undoubtedly... Pureblood. ”

You stutter a lot better at the mention of Voldemort. Roy sneered.

"Voldemort's current name was changed by him, and his original name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. His name was this when he was at Hogwarts, and now you can see his original trophy in the prize showroom. ”

"Of course, the gold content of that trophy, I don't say no."

"His father's name was Tom Riddle, and his maternal grandfather's name was Marvolo Gaunt, and the two names that make up his name and are the source of his name."

"And his father, Tom Riddle, was a Muggle."

Quirrell broke out in a cold sweat, Voldemort would not normally wake up unless he ......

Unless there is an external force to interfere, such as a little help from Roy.

So now Voldemort is awake, which is why Quirrell broke out in a cold sweat.

"Lord... Master, you ...... where you are now," Quirrell said with a shudder in his heart.

"It's okay, I'm going to see what else he can say." Voldemort interrupted Quirrell's speech.

"Ask him. He also knew something. ”

"I said Mr. Quirrell, oh no, it's Mr. Voldemort, it's not right, it's Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, you don't have to be so secretive, don't worry, no one but you and I will know what is happening now." Before Quirrell could speak, Roy spoke first. He deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the words Tom and Riddle.

Roy looked at Quirrell with a grin.

The starry sky stretched out from beneath his feet and filled the classroom.

And in the starry sky behind him, there was a faint glimpse of something indescribably dancing.

Quirrell felt a strong sense of discomfort just by catching a glimpse of the thing.

This is Roy's method of disgusting Voldemort, it doesn't mean much, it just wants to disgust Voldemort.

"It seems like it's too much trouble to let your lackey, the servant, come and talk for you, why don't you help you strengthen your soul? What do you think? Roy continued with a smile.

He gently walked around his classmates, who seemed to have stopped time, and walked leisurely to the podium.

Quirrell couldn't move the whole time, and could only watch him come to him.

Roy slowly placed his hand on Quirrell's turban.

"The immortals will caress your top, and your hair will be immortal." Roy joked.

Quirrell had no power to resist the whole time, and could only watch it happen.

It's like the bitter master in NTR, and he can't do anything.

It's a pity that there is no heroine and yellow hair.

Roy still had that squinting smile.

"Sacrifice for your master's sake, I'm sure you're happy to hear it, Professor Quirrell." Roy opened his eyes and looked at Quirrell.

Those red eyes were more terrifying than the devil's eyes to Quirrell at this time.

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing, Professor Quirrell." Roy looked very brisk.

"It seems that you are ready to die for your master, it is really a tear-jerking heartfelt feeling, this kind of master-servant relationship is really amazing." Roy let out a long sigh and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if he was moved by this master-servant emotion.

Quirrell couldn't answer him because he had suppressed him, but who cared?

Anyway, not speaking is acquiescence.

"Did you have any last words or anything you wanted to eat before you died? Professor Quirrell? Like strawberries or something? ”

"It seems that there is no more, that would be a pity."

"Good way, Professor Quirrell."

"Wow~"

Something seemed to shatter in Quirrell's body.

Of course, there will be no sound when the soul is broken, so the "whoop~" is Roy's own match.

In Roy's perspective, there was a soul space inside Quirrell, which was supposed to be occupied by Quirrell himself and Voldemort, but now it was empty.

Quirrell's soul shrank several times after shattering, floating silently in the air, and Voldemort's soul attached to the barrier of this space.

Quirrell's soul fragment floated towards Voldemort's soul and into his soul.

Voldemort's soul glowed faintly, and each time he touched and absorbed Quirrell's soul fragment, the light on Voldemort's soul became even more intense.

"It's ugly." Roy refers to Voldemort's soul. He smacked his lips and was amazed.

"If my soul is broken one day, I won't be as ugly as you, and what kind of soul fragment will be like when the body is broken. Horcruxes are really harmful. ”

At this time, Voldemort, who had already occupied Quirrell's body and was let go of the restrictions by Roy, jerked his head up with an expression of disbelief.

He just mentioned the word Horcrux, right? Right? Right!

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Voldemort, you should first feel the heartfelt joy that you have been reborn, and celebrate with a good celebration."

Voldemort looked at Roy's fake smile, and for the first time came up with the idea of hitting people with his fists without using magic.

He just wanted to punch that face now.

"I believe Horcruxes are important to you, Mr. Voldemort."

"I mean, if Horcruxes fall into the hands of someone else, you'll do whatever it takes to get them back, right? Mr? ”

"Why don't you speak, I've obviously let go of the ban."

"Lao Fu, you have a word!"

Voldemort looked at Roy coldly, and spat out the first words he said after occupying Quirrell's body: "You, got a few of my Horcruxes?" ”

Roy's use of the word "they" means that he knew that Voldemort had made more than just one Horcrux.

Roy shook his head, "Mr. Voldemort, it seems that splitting souls does have a great impact on people's intelligence, I just played a trivial trick in my words, and you took the bait." He bites the bytes "intelligence", "insignificance", and "small tricks".

Voldemort's fists were already hard, and if it weren't for his advantage, he would have punched Roy right now.

"Actually, I didn't even know you had a Horcrux before this, I just knew you had Horcruxes."

"So Mr. Voldemort, what is your answer?"

"You know you can't kill me, and there's no way I'm going to tell you where my Horcruxes are." Voldemort finally spoke, only through a bit of gritted teeth.

Well, not somewhat.

Without knowing what medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, Voldemort's answer could be said to be decent.

"And what if I do? If I do, your two sentences don't seem to be valid. ”

There were circles in the space, and Roy reached inside.

What he pulled out of it nearly made Voldemort's eyes split.

The hand first pulls out a finely machined pure gold handle from inside, followed by a cup with a symbolic and delicate carving.

This is exactly the Hufflepuff relic, the "Hufflepuff's Gold Cup" that was later transformed into a Horcrux by Voldemort

"I went to Gringotts during the summer vacation to get them, and I have to say that the defenses inside are quite complete, but unfortunately, if they are a little useful, they will not be useless at all."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet." Roy chuckled.

"There's something you're anxious about later." He continued.

"Let me see what this is, oh! Oh, my God! It's another Horcrux! Roy pretended to be surprised and shocked, and pulled out a beautiful locket.

Voldemort was in a hurry this time. Fuck, does this kid lie without blushing? Didn't he know he had multiple Horcruxes? Full of lies!

Oh. He's too, that's fine.

"Guess where I found it? Just a hint, it's not the island. ”

"The answer is in the home of Regulus Arcturus Black." Because Voldemort didn't want to speak, Roy told the mystery first.

Roy jerked his hand toward the ceiling in an exaggerated way, as if to embrace the sky.

"I have to say that Mr. Regulus is a man of noble quality and character, he went with his house-elves, but in the end it was the locket that the elves brought back, guess why? Because Mr. Regulus drank the potion himself, not the house-elves who drank it. ”

Roy slowly withdrew his arms, hugged them to his chest, and looked at Voldemort with a smile.

There was a smile in his eyes, and it was always there.

"By contrast, Mr. Voldemort, you ...... Tsk, I don't have a good evaluation. Roy shook his head with an exaggerated expression.

Voldemort was numb, and from beginning to end, from beginning to end, there was not a word that the student was not mocking himself.

"Actually, that's not all, Voldemort, I still have your Horcruxes, take a good look at it, after all, this is your most precious thing, and it is the necessary help for you to 'fly over the secret of death'."

This time Voldemort could feel the mood swings in Roy's words, different from the previous playful tone, when talking about "flying over the secret of death", his tone was obviously mixed with a hint of contempt.

Roy wasn't tall, but Voldemort always felt like he was looking at him condescendingly.

"Let me see, huh...... Voldemort, if I were you, I would not have chosen to kill a helpless Muggle tramp to make my Horcrux. Of course, I don't bother to use Horcruxes. ”

"I thought that with your vanity, you would choose to use a powerful person to build your Horcrux, or even a prominent Ministry of Magic executive. Or enemy blood, which is also a good Horcrux crafting medium. ”

"And the Ravenclaw crown, and so is the Horcrux, is it memorable to kill a Muggle farmer and tell you? Why did you choose to create Horcruxes? ”

Roy drew a glittering jewel-encrusted crown with the famous Ravenclaw motto engraved on the base: "Superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind." ”

Voldemort spoke: "You peeked into my memory? ”

Although it is inconceivable that with his knowledge of Voldemort's brain occlusion, he will be spied into his memory, but this is the only explanation. Otherwise, how could Roy even know who he killed when he created the Horcrux?

"Don't don't, I can't stand such slander, I don't want to use dementors on people when I'm fine, especially the memories of vicious dogs that can be raised by myself, I'm sure no one will try to check the memories of their own men, right? This kind of thing that can't be dropped, no one should do it, right? ”

Voldemort was speechless, because he did.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you the good news, from today onwards, you will be my tool, whether you want it or not." Roy feigned surprise and clapped his hands.

"Let's talk about Horcruxes, Mr. Voldemort, and you can celebrate your arrival under my wing."

"Ravenclaw's golden crown. This Ravenclaw relic is rumored to have the power to bestow wisdom on people, but I wonder if you have ever worn it, Mr. Voldemort? ”

"Okay, it doesn't matter, let's start over."

"You didn't even put an outward protection on this crown, and anyone who came could touch it really saddened that I, a Ravenclaw student, had all the resurrection stones. Yes, that ring from your ancestors is the Resurrection Stone from the Triple Artifact of Death, I don't know if you have read that fairy tale. I don't think you have one, or you wouldn't have made it into a Horcrux given your fear of death. ”

Roy pulled out another stone.

In front of Voldemort, he rubbed the stone, and with a "snap", the protective magic exerted by Voldemort on it shattered.

This scene made Voldemort's eyelids jump.

"Well, it was created by killing your father and grandparents. Filial piety is always open, Mr. Voldemort. ”

"The Resurrection Stone, as the name suggests, is a stone that can pull the dead back into the present world. It's just that I don't know what it is, after all, I haven't used it before. ”

"Let me think about what else? Oh yes, remembered. It's a diary, right? ”

Voldemort watched Roy perform coldly and did not speak.

"It's a pity I don't have a diary in my hand right now."

A glimmer of hope burned in Voldemort's heart.

"I don't know where the Malfoy family is, so I didn't pick it up, but don't be glad you don't rejoice, I'll get it later."

The glimmer of hope in Voldemort's heart was completely destroyed, like a flame that had been extinguished, and there was no chance of resurrection.

"The devil." He squeezed the word out between his teeth.

"I'm sorry, but my hearing isn't good enough to hear what you're saying." Roy put his hand to his ear and circled it in a tube.

Voldemort completely ignored his cheekiness and didn't say a word.

"Honestly, there's a turnaround here, isn't it? You see, the soul fragments on this haven't been destroyed yet. ”

"If you're doing your job well enough, I'll probably give you back these Horcruxes?"

Roy was very persuasive, and at this time he was very much like the bosses who painted big pies in his previous life.

"Think about it another way, your Horcruxes aren't gone, they're just a safer place. No one else in the wizarding world can get their hands on them by violent means, can they? ”

Including me. Voldemort thought coldly in his heart.

"Hey, don't be so sad, you see, these Horcruxes still retain their original functions after being transformed by you. Is this something to be happy about? That's something to be happy about! Which of these Horcruxes is not a priceless treasure? ”

"Don't worry, even if these Horcruxes are destroyed by me, they will only return to their original appearance, and they will not be completely destroyed."

"Why do you always have this expression, come, laugh."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth rose slightly.

He didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it, the other side gave too much, so much that his body couldn't control it, and he could only be forced to smile.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about that. I've always wanted to try this. Roy patted his head and made a sudden realization, as if he remembered something.

He picked up the Slytherin locket, stroked it gently, looked at it affectionately, and uttered the words that Voldemort would never forget in his life:

"Mr. Voldemort, you don't want your Horcrux ...... either"

"That's enough." Voldemort let out a hoarse voice, and after making sure that the other side would not kill him now, he also hardened a little.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class.

"Oops, class is over. Well, I'm sure you, as a professor, will get out of class on time, right? Roy looked out the door.

"It's your wand. After your soul merges with Quirrell, the wand is yours. Out of nowhere, Roy took out the wand of the original owner of Quirrell, who was now Lord Voldemort, and placed it on the podium.

"In normal times, your consciousness sleeps, and to the outside world, you are still Professor Quirrell."

"So, goodbye. Mr. Voldemort. ”

Roy walked out the door, waving without looking back.

Voldemort felt his consciousness dissipate.

His anger had reached its limit.

"As a final reminder, if you don't want your Horcrux to be taken to the school hospital as a spittoon, then work hard." Roy turned his head and said a word, then turned his head back and walked away.

After enduring the taunts of the whole class, Voldemort jerked up his wand and shouted the incantation at the back of the unsuspecting Roy: "Avada suo!" ”

He saw the green light hit Roy, and his vision flew high.

He saw Quirrell's body—now his.

Before his head fell to the ground and his consciousness completely dissipated, the last thing he saw was a back as white as snow.