Quirrell exuded a gloomy aura as he stared at Tom as he walked out of the headmaster's office, eager to crush the young and handsome man in front of him.

"Isn't this the famous Mr. Voldemort?" Tom walked up to Quirrell and chuckled:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, your taste still hasn't changed, and you still have such a soft spot for bald heads."

"Tom!!" Quirrell growled, grabbing Tom by the collar, his eyes protruding and almost piercing Tom's cheek.

"What qualifications do you have to use the title of Voldemort! That's mine! ”

"Oh." Tom let Quirrell carry it, his expression like an innocent victim, "I didn't actually say I was Voldemort, I kept making them call me Tom Riddle." ”

"It's all to blame for their false rumors that make you so angry."

"Look at my cute and amiable Professor Quirrell, his head is red."

"Shut up!"

"Why? I'm telling the truth. ”

"You're just my Horcrux, Tom Riddle is me, and Voldemort is me!" Quirrell spat in excitement, "You shameless thief, thief! ”

"You use my face, you speak with my voice, and you have my stuff all over your body."

"You despicable stand-in, how dare you appear in public without my permission?"

Tom wiped his face with some disgust and broke Quirrell's hand away.

He tidied up his clothes, then picked up his suitcase and left.

"Stop!" Quirrell chased after him, babbling and swearing, and the words were endless, not a word repeated.

"Alright, Professor Quirrell." Tom couldn't stand Quirrell's voice any longer.

He felt like a helicopter was parked next to him, and the propeller was turning at its highest frequency.

"I'll just say: How do you prove I'm not Voldemort?"

Quirrell's voice stopped abruptly, he opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Tom preemptively said:

"And then, how do you prove that you're Voldemort?"

"Mistress Russell told me that you can't use the Killing Curse until certain harsh conditions are met."

"He told you that!?" Quirrell felt a dizziness in his head, and he calmed down, and said calmly:

"I see, you want the two of us to fight fairly, right?"

"Can't you use the Killing Curse too? I can debunk you with this! ”

Tom laughed and said disapprehantly, "What if I can't use the Unforgivable Charm?" ”

"Times have changed, you backward old man."

"I don't need it, and when I want to use it, my own men will. Who would doubt that a boss who would curse his subordinates with an unforgivable spell would not do this? ”

"You can't do it, right? Do you have any subordinates? ”

Bastard Russell!

Quirrell scolded in his heart: Why don't you let this Horcrux be a good person!?

However, he didn't know that I could only do good deeds, or he would have laughed at me.

Quirrell's mind turned, and he was immediately relieved.

He still has a chance to reclaim his identity.

Tom looked at Quirrell's gloomy face, and pretended to be unbearable and comforted, "Actually, think about it, isn't what I do equivalent to what you do?" ”

"It's different!" Quirrell rudely interrupted Tom, "I'll be keeping an eye on you, Horcrux, and you'll be done with the slightest flaw!" ”

"I need to warn you, Professor Quirrell." Tom's face was cold, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a fool, "You'd better not call me a Horcrux in front of outsiders." ”

"You think I'm a fool, Horcrux?"

"You're not smart, Professor Quirrell. Think about what you've done before, pure-bloods ruling the wizarding world, how much of a political appeal to the future. ”

Tom showed no mercy of disdain, and Quirrell was eager to take out his wand and poke Tom's ass hard!

"Look at me, it only took two press conferences before Dumbledore had to invite me to Hogwarts."

"He even wants to keep me safe, but he can't stop the dark tide of the wizarding world."

Tom spread his hands and looked proud, "Can you see this way of subverting the world, Professor Quirrell?" ”

Quirrell blushed and didn't speak.

One thing to say, when Dumbledore asked him to spy on Tom with a solemn face, he still had a little darkness in his heart.

Dumbledore's expression was only revealed when he led the Death Eaters in an ambush of the Order of the Phoenix.

But Tom made Dumbledore like a great enemy with a sentence or two.

Beyond spells, Quirrell knew for the first time that words could burst with such power.

But to his shame and humiliation, he couldn't understand why things had turned out the way they were.

It was clear that Tom was the split of his own soul, but he did what the ontology could not do.

What did Russell do to him?

What did he come into contact with when he became a whole individual?

Quirrell wanted to know, he had to know this, otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to fight his stand-in!

"I don't want to talk to you about that, Tom." Quirrell's expression suddenly calmed down, "I'll take you to the faculty dormitory, and you'll live next door to me." ”

Tom loosened his tie uncomfortably, feeling like he was being targeted by a beast hidden in the dark.

Quirrell, who was emotionally stable, put a lot of pressure on him.

Russell did operate on Tom's soul, but Tom knew that he was born with a cripple.

And this inadequacy caused the only problem he could not solve on his own:

The upper limit of his magic power is locked at his age, and it can't be improved.

If Quirrell did do something with him, Tom wouldn't have any chance of winning.

Of course, if the person who did it was Dumbledore, Tom would also be defeated.

But Dumbledore and Quirrell were not the same, the former was controllable, the latter was moody.

There is no need for unforgivable spells, fire spells, freezing spells, etc., to kill a person, there are many spells that kill people.

As it happens, Voldemort was a master of many spells, not just dark magic.

Tom kept calming his inner throbbing, he felt like he was dancing on the tip of a knife in front of Quirrell, and if he was not careful, he would be pierced by a sharp blade.

He needs to be on his toes at all times and not let up in any way.

If it could, he wanted to stay next to Dumbledore all the time, but that wasn't possible.

Because Lord Russell asked him to bring change to the wizarding world.

If Lord Russell is satisfied with the changes in the wizarding world, he will help Tom "upgrade" his soul.

When his magic returns to its peak, he'll be able to sleep soundly.

"Hopefully we'll have a good time in the future, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell looked coldly at Tom's outstretched right hand and strode away.

Tom shrugged his shoulders and waved goodbye to Dumbledore, who had just come out of the Headmaster's office, before striding after Quirrell.

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell's back worriedly, and his wariness of Tom rose again.

And the guilt for Quirrell became stronger and stronger.

Nope

(End of chapter)