On a sunny day, there was a room in the Leaky Cauldron Bar with thick curtains that blocked out all light.

A letter stamped with the Hogwarts postmark was torn in half and crumpled and scattered on the table by the window.

Quirinus Quirrell, whom Harry had just mentioned, was now falling to the ground in pain, screaming, and a purple turban fell to the side, revealing his bare head.

Where Quirrell should have been the back of his head, there was a face that was extremely hideous and terrifying. The color of the face is as white as chalk, the red eyes glow, and below are two long nostrils as slender as snakes.

At this moment, the hideous face on the back of Quirrell's head was roaring and cursing angrily:

"Damn Dumbledore, how dare you go back on me! And his newly recruited Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, if he dares to steal my place, I will make his life worse than death!! ”

This hideous face is none other than Voldemort, the formidable man in the wizarding world!

However, at this time, he was no longer as independent and powerful as he once was, but was extremely weak, and could only live on Quirrell's body as a remnant.

When Quirrell received a letter from Dumbledore telling him that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class had found a more suitable professor, Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of his head, was furious.

Voldemort wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor decades ago.

After being rejected twice in a row, he even put a curse on the position, making it impossible for anyone to work in the position for more than a year.

Moreover, this position is not only related to his obsession, but also an extremely important part of his plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone. If Quirrell loses this position, his plans and foreshadowing will be in vain.

"It's all you, you waste, you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone at Gringotts, otherwise why would we be so passive!"

Voldemort's parasitic power inside Quirrell boiled wildly, making Quirrell in pain.

"Master, we can go find him and kill him!" He cried out in pain, "I will definitely take care of this and will not let you down again!" ”

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the door.

The voices in the room fell silent for a moment.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, fumbled beside him and picked up his wand, waving it lightly, lifting the spell on sound insulation.

Then he made a cowardly gesture and said to the door, "No... Not to say, don't... Don't come... Come bother me? ”

There was a pause in the knocking on the door.

However, Voldemort's hideous face suddenly changed color, and he whispered quickly to Quirrell:

"Put on your turban, he's already cracked the defensive magic at the door!"

Quirrell's face changed, and he immediately flicked his wand in a panic, wrapping the fallen turban around his head.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the door to the room of the Leaky Cauldron was pushed open and slammed against the wall.

A tall man with silver hair and burgundy eyes strolled in, looking malintently at the wizard in front of him in a large turban.

"I heard that Hogwarts' new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor lives in this room, so I came to pay a visit......" Before he could finish speaking, Dracula frowned, "Where did you get such a strong garlic smell?" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand without saying anything, and the tightly closed curtains and windows were opened, and a strong wind blew immediately.

Quirrell subconsciously covered his turban, for fear that it would be blown away by the wind.

"You... You're here to do... Do what? He stammered, "Here's... It's private territory, you don't... You can't do that. ”

Dracula ignored his thoughts, and waited until the smell of garlic had largely dissipated before turning to look at the strange turban man.

"You're Quirrell, Hogwarts' new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" He asked.

"It's... Yes, you are...? Quirrell said with a shudder.

Looking at the timid wizard in front of him, Dracula's face sank, and he said with a sneer:

"As it happens, I'm also Hogwarts' new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!"

Quirrell's eyes widened.

He didn't expect that he was just about to find the person who robbed him of his position, and then kill him, but this person found the door by himself!

"So you're the bastard who took my place!" Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering or trembling, but spoke hatefully, as if to vent all the pain Voldemort had brought him on the man in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to fall into the net."

He slowly raised his wand.

However, at this moment, Quirrell's mind suddenly sounded Voldemort's serious and panicked warning:

"Don't do it! Come on! Fast!! ”

Quirrell had never heard Voldemort's anxious tone before, and he was suddenly scared into a cold sweat.

He made a quick decision, turned his body suddenly, and prepared to phantom out of here.

On the other side, Dracula clasped his arms to his chest, ready to see what surprises this Professor Quirrell could bring to the scene who wanted to steal his own fun.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw the standard apparition preparation, then shook his head amusefully and raised his hand to shake it.

With Dracula's movements, Quirrell, half of his body had been crammed into the space of the Phantom Shifter, was dragged back to the room of the Leaky Cauldron and smashed against the table in front of the window.

With a "click", the table broke in half.

Quirrell screamed, clutching his back in pain.

Dracula took two steps forward and came to Quirrell, looking down at him.

"Listen, you mean, I'm the one who took your place?" He asked with a chuckle.

Quirrell didn't answer Dracula's question.

His expression went from panicked to dull, and then a gloomy feeling appeared in his eyes.

"What a crap!"

Quirrell said coldly.

The next moment, a black mist burst out of Quirrell's body, enveloping him firmly.

Dracula frowned slightly, and raised his hand again.

This time, however, Quirrell seemed to have completely turned into a cloud of mist, untouchable and untouchable, leaving him scratching into the air.

In the midst of Dracula's doubts, the black mist escaped from every crevice in the bar room and quietly disappeared.

Dracula raised an eyebrow, witnessing the entire process of Quirrell's disappearance.

"It's kind of interesting." He curled the corners of his mouth with interest, "In that case, let me see what secrets you are hiding." ”

Dracula snapped his fingers casually, and without seeing him say any incantations, the room structure of the Leaky Cauldron quickly reverted to the way it had been.

Then he glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window, pouted to himself, and walked out of the room through the main entrance.

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