Hogwarts, England.

Evening break, in the auditorium.

Professor Quirrell, who had received the owl's letter, looked very pleased.

After stammering goodbye to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, he walked briskly, unable to hide his excitement even though the purple turban on his head smelled strangely all the time.

Harley hugged the doll, with blond hair and a beautiful smock, with a beaming expression, and looked curiously in the direction of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's departure.

"Hallie."

Hermione, who was on the side, tugged at Harry's robe and whispered in her ear, "Professor Snape is here......"

Harley let out a "hmm" and blinked her bright green eyes as she looked at the Potions professor, who hadn't officially taken a class yet.

"Severus."

Professor McGonagall coughed lightly, and Professor Snape paused, glancing at the Gryffindor Dean with no expression.

Professor McGonagall's familiar sneer appeared on his face, "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to Potter, just to say hello." ”

I'm not afraid of this...... Professor McGonagall bowed her head and said no more.

At the thought that the Dean of Slytherin was so close to her Gryffindor students, Professor McGonagall didn't know what to say to express her mixed feelings at this time.

For the first time, I felt that Gryffindor and Slytherin could get along so well, Merlin, Severus wanted to rob the students of their house!

Professor McGonagall was surprised when she heard what the students said the other day, wasn't Severus at odds with James? Could it be that it is homosexually exclusive?

The inscrutable Professor McGonagall almost didn't play a piano against the headmaster in the headmaster's office with the equally excited Professor Snape, and she could tell that Severus was determined to transfer Halle Potter to Slytherin.

Because that's better for her.

Merlin, are you...... Ahem, you can't swear and you can't swear.

Had it not been for Professor Dumbledore's mediation, she might have been the first wizard ever to get into a fight with the other heads of the house for disagreeing with the transfer of students.

It's outrageous to think about.

Professor Dumbledore was not there, and Professor McGonagall saw that there was no conflict between Severus and Potter, so she had to shake her head and sigh if she was old.

Today's young people are more and more wrong than the other.

So did Ranko Malfoy back then, and so does Severus Snape now...... Oh, Merlin's beard, she couldn't even read it.

"Have you thought about it?"

The conversation between Professor Snape and Harley was only a few words, but it also made Hermione, who had known Professor Snape through her own channels in advance, wonder if the senior wizards were lying.

No matter how you look at Professor Snape in front of you, he is not the kind of cold, bitter Dean Slytherin.

"Professor." Harley put the doll aside and stood up a little confused.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking for your opinion, and I'm ...... Respect your choice. ”

Professor Snape looked into Hallie's eyes, a little abruptly, but more of an emotion that Harley couldn't understand.

For some reason, Harley felt the Potions professor in front of her drenched in wordless sadness, but before she could say anything more, Professor Snape shook his head, as if he had already confirmed; Uh, she's answered.

"Eat more, there is something you don't understand...... You can find me in the Potions classroom. ”

With that, Professor Snape walked past her and walked out without looking back.

"I always felt that Professor Snape was different from those guys."

Hermione pulled the pestle on Harley, who was still stunned, and her eyes went straight to the direction of the Wesley Twins, who couldn't stop the mouth even with a hearty meal.

Hallie opened her mouth, fingers moving slightly.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the empty bench beside her.

"Doll."

"Huh?"

Hermione looked over and saw nothing on the bench next to Harry.

The doll, which Professor McGonagall explained was the property of the school, and that "since it's yours, I'll leave it over for safekeeping" disappeared into thin air.

——

Passing through the crowd of students, Quirrell walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and closed the stone door behind him.

Quirrell then quickly walked to a small room behind the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where his office was located, and closed the door again.

To be on the safe side, Quirrell magically locked the door and whispered like a humble servant in a man's empty room, "My great master, Durmstrong's Professor of Dark Arts, has replied. ”

"Turn it on."

The owner of the hoarse voice that commanded the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed impatient, and Professor Quirrell shook his body and lowered his head.

"Yes, my great master."

Professor Quirrell lowered his head and took out the heavily inked envelope from his bosom with the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's fire paint seal.

He took out his wand, carefully opened the envelope, and then took out the ivory-white letter paper, written in ancient and neat English script.

"Dear Professor Quirinus Quirrell, it's a pleasure to hear from you......"

Professor Quirrell's voice was deep, omitting the official phrase at the beginning, and he read down one by one, trying to find out what his master craved.

Nobody knows, oh yes, nobody knows.

Quirinus Quirrell, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, was seduced by a terrible unspeakable man by accident, and is now a glorious Death Eater.

He lurked at Hogwarts, using his identity to avoid Dumbledore's gaze, trying to help his master capture the damned Philosopher's Stone that had been transferred.

The master needs strength, and the Philosopher's Stone provides precisely that power.

However, the unnamed person naturally thinks a lot, Quirrell's identity is not secure, and he still needs this person's body before he can get the Philosopher's Stone. In order to gather strength, the Unspeakable Man had Quirrell write a cover letter to Durmstrang when Hogwarts was at school and sent it to Durmstrang Professor of Dark Arts.

The content of the letter was simple, although the unnamed man had full confidence in his magic, but in order to avoid attracting Dumbledore's attention, he had already learned how to forbear, and only symbolically mentioned something in the letter that only the agreed parties could understand.

When you are not strong enough, you can only outwit yourself to have a chance.

Durmstrang's Dark Arts Professor happens to be a wizard who is keen on all kinds of dark magic experiments, he is quite interested in Horcruxes, and a chance encounter half a while ago also led him to meet Voldemort with a Horcrux who is trapped in Albania.

Voldemort, who was in dire need of replenishment, and Professor Rolaud, who was quite interested in Horcruxes, hit it off. The two made a deal. Professor Rolaud provided Voldemort with items containing powerful life force, and Voldemort needed to create memories for him to create Horcruxes.

…… Of course, although this promise was never fulfilled once.

At that time, there were a number of wizards from the Special Operations Department of the International Federation of Wizards in Albania, which disrupted his plans and forced the transaction to be suspended. Professor Rolaud had to leave Albania with regret and never had contact with Voldemort.

After surviving that time, Voldemort wasn't going to wait. He found an opportunity to possess the hapless professor and infiltrate the Hogwarts, which Dumbledore was heavily guarded by after stealing the Philosopher's Stone to no avail.

Who would have thought that the professor at Hogwarts would lure a wolf into the room?

Now, according to the agreement mentioned at the time, Professor Durmstrang Dark Arts should send something rich in life force when he sees something like this, which is enough for Voldemort to be replenished and lie dormant for longer.

“…… We're sorry, but we don't plan to ...... at this time. Please refer to the notice of our school in previous years for the content of the recruitment criteria you mentioned...... Have a great day! Durmstrong, respectfully. ”

Reading through, it seems like just a very official rejection letter.

Quirrell's face was strange, but the voice behind his head was hoarse:

"Check to see if there's anything hidden."

The unnamed man was left with a distorted face, wrapped in a thick purple turban.

He didn't hear the words in the letter, and he didn't know if the other party had gone back on his word or had forgotten about it......

But perhaps to have the last glimmer of hope, he ordered Quirrell to check the entire letter.

Quirrell was a little strange, but he didn't dare to resist.

He first used his wand to use the Transfiguration Charm to make sure that there was nothing hidden on the letterhead, and then carefully examined the envelope in which it was wrapped, and then found that on the back of the envelope, the side without the fire paint was poured with the word Beanie-sized symbol.

On the all-white envelope, the black text that exudes a strange atmosphere is so conspicuous.

Quirrell was curious and placed it on the letterhead. Perhaps because of the courage the man in the back of his head gave him, Quirrell had forgotten the many horrific examples of dark magic curses he had seen, and that some of the conditions for the use of the dark arts could be achieved by just touching and reading.

He narrowed his eyes and subconsciously began to read the text silently.

And this reading, there is really a problem.

Voldemort was impatient, and he was about to order Quirrell to do something more, but the next moment he sensed something was wrong.

Bang –

The sound of something falling sounded.

Quirrell maintained a respectful posture with his head just bowed, like a petrified statue.

His face was very close to the envelope with bold letters, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was muttering, but he couldn't make out what he was reading.

The sound of something falling actually came from Quirrell's cheek, which had somehow shed a palm-sized piece of flesh, red and black, and very elastic when it first fell to the ground.

Blood broke the stillness with a thud and flowed wildly, splattering snow-white envelopes, ivory-white letterheads, and stone floors that soaked through his quaint wizard's robes.

Parasitic on Quirrell, the unnameable man had sensed that something was wrong.

He's just trying to control Quirrell, damn it! Stupid guys! He cursed in his heart, but then he heard a lot of small voices.

The sound of tearing continued to be heard all over Quirrell's body, and the sound was continuous. This is followed by a body made of blood vessels and flesh that is glued together, as if it has been cut off little by little by an invisible knife. The bloody flesh was unstoppable, and the slender black threads that grew out of the flesh fell to the ground.

They all bounced nimbly a few times as they landed on the ground, and looked more like red flat balls than flesh.

In a short time, Quirrell's wizarding robes were soaked in blood, and there were many more wriggling, twitching and bouncing pieces of flesh on the ground.

Quirrell was unaware of this, like the most devout believer, holding an envelope in his hand, his eyes dark and impermeable.

The moment the unnamed man took control of Quirrell's body and waved his wand to use magic, the pieces of flesh that fell to the ground around him swelled one by one. They swelled to at least three or four times their original size, followed by a series of "thump, thump, thump-" sounds.

"Damn! Damn it! You're damned! ”

Quirrell couldn't stop cursing, and the wand in his hand suddenly emitted terrifying black flames, but instead of extinguishing the blood caused by the explosion of the flesh, those flames caused more of the swollen flesh to explode at a faster speed.

Flesh has always been a good vehicle and catalyst for cursed magic.

The red viscous liquid quickly soaked Quirrell's feet, and the cold touch suddenly reminded Voldemort of something, and he frantically waved his wand, but the black flames were completely suppressed by the blood.

Xu was because the magic of locking the door before had worked, so that the sound in the room did not penetrate through, but the blood that was still gushing out on the ground floor was also accumulating more and more in this small room.

Quirrell's body was still shedding flesh, but Quirrell, who had been manipulated, didn't feel anything.

The letter had long since been thrown into the blood by the enraged Voldemort, and it was melted into the blood, and it was no longer possible to see what was written on it.

But he fell into a sweet dream...... Well, let's just think it's a sweet dream.

The hollow, emotionless, and like a murmur of multiple voices gradually becoming clear, he knew, it was the voice of his parents and his relatives.

They were shouting his name.

"Quirinus Quirrell, Quirinus Quirrell, Quirinus Quirrell, Quirrell......"

The voice of a parent can sometimes give people great courage, and it can also be a harbor for one's soul.

He didn't want to, he didn't want to be controlled by Voldemort, by this Dark Lord......

But...... But......

In the endless darkness of his consciousness, Quirrell answered the voice calling his name.

He thought it might be time to wake up from the nightmare.

When I woke up again, it was probably at home, my father was still busy with work, and my mother was cooking today's dinner.

He was still the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and a wizard who loved to travel and liked the smell of flowers and plants.

The smell of the food caused Quirrell to drift deeper into the darkness, as if it were his only harbor that would protect him forever.

Sink into this......

Quirrell felt the cold, corrosive force spreading through his body, ethereal and terrifying, as if a murmuring voice from another world was calling his name.

That's his name, the original name.

'Tom Riddle. ’

Poof—

The wand in Quirrell's hand flashed with a terrifying black light, the surrounding candles went out instantly, and the blood on the ground seemed to feel a terrifying power, quiet for a few seconds but boiling like a final.

Quirrell brutally cut off his left hand with his wand, and then his expression distorted to resemble a humanoid form, and as the severed hand fell into the boiling blood, the power of the spell reached its extreme in an instant.

A lot of blood evaporated around him at once, and everything around him was decaying and rotting.

Including curses, including Quirrell himself.

The spell that bound the room was broken in an instant, and the undisguised terrifying death and crazy curse immediately attracted the attention of Phoenix Fawkes in the headmaster's office, and Professor Dumbledore immediately stood up from his seat and looked at Fawkes with a frown.

At the same time, Ranko, who is far away in the Nordic countries, quietly eats tonight's cream pudding, and is very satisfied with tonight's dessert.

"You can't stuff a few Dementors into it...... but you should like this gift in return, right?"

This is the curse of the fire dragon that can quickly take down the curse of the fire dragon that has strong resistance to spells, and he can quite respect this junior who has too much self-esteem and is not too easy to worry.

Well, tonight's crème brûlée was delicious, and it was to Professor Malfoy's taste.