Chapter 305: Voldemort's Resurrection Plan

"I've been keeping an eye on you, Malfoy-san." Quirrell smiled gently.

"You're a real Slytherin."

"You're ambitious, and you have a unique sense of magic."

"Some people always attribute these qualities to being pure-blooded, heirs to the Malfoy family."

The light in Quirrell's eyes had melted Malfoy's heart, and his figure walked up to Malfoy's body, as tall as a statue of a Sage.

"But I can see you for what you are, Malfoy-san."

"You have the potential to be a great wizard like Dumbledore."

Malfoy scratched his nose in embarrassment, his eyes glancing unnaturally around, "Professor Quirrell, you're wrong. ”

Professor Quirrell gave a strange smile, and the next moment, his face froze.

Quirrell's eyes were filled with resentment and incomprehension, as well as a hint of hidden fear.

[The soul is wonderful, isn't it? Quirrell, no, you should be called Voldemort. 】

[Russell, how can you be here!?] 】

Voldemort turned his head, and Quirrell's face blurred, as if something had erased it.

And at some point, there was a blurry white figure beside him.

[Your soul is transformed by me, one more piece, one less piece, I am naturally clear. 】

The white figure gradually became clear, and Russell walked over to Malfoy and looked at him quietly.

As if cut off from time and space, Malfoy chattered about his experiences in front of Russell and Voldemort.

There were two large 'living men' in front of him, but Malfoy's eyes were focused on the empty space between Russell and Voldemort, as if the object of his appeal was standing there.

[Voldemort, you actually poured a part of your soul into Malfoy's body with the intention of doing good for him. 】

Russell was amazed and turned to look at Voldemort with appreciative eyes.

[I have to say, you are a genius. 】

[The split soul fragment is very small, and such a fragment enters Malfoy's soul like a virus entering the human body, which is suppressed by Malfoy's soul immunity mechanism. 】

[Next, you only need to teach Malfoy how to destroy the Horcrux and let him find the location of the Horcrux, and then you can achieve your goal.] 】

Voldemort snorted coldly, but did not refute.

[I'm not going to do soul surgery on Malfoy, though.] 】

Russell smiled, and in the face of Voldemort's surprised eyes, he smiled indifferently.

[You bet that Malfoy's evil will make him privately study Horcruxes to gain great power, and then Voldemort will use Malfoy's body to complete a real rebirth.] 】

[I don't care if you can win or not. 】

[It's a race against time. Quirrell, Tom is already sprinting to the finish line, Voldemort, your warm-up is not done yet. 】

[I hope you can hurry up, otherwise, this wizarding world will be too boring.] 】

With that, Russell's figure vanished.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor Quirrell, how can I catch up with Harry, do you have a solution?" Malfoy looked at Voldemort, and in his eyes, the faceless Voldemort was still Quirrell.

Moreover, Malfoy's gaze had not changed, and Voldemort was still standing in his original position.

However, the two of them could just look at each other, as if there was a large, invisible hand that gently turned the space under their feet without them noticing.

"Yes." Voldemort was terrified, but he said with an unchanged face: "You should know the legend of the founder of Hogwarts. ”

"Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff." Malfoy replied immediately, very expressive.

"That's right. All four of them are very powerful wizards. After they founded Hogwarts, they were afraid that the school would be destroyed by outsiders, so they exhausted their efforts to create four powerful magic weapons. ”

Voldemort looked at Malfoy's throbbing eyes, grinned, and continued:

"They are Slytherin's tendrum, Gryffindor's sword, Ravenclaw's tiara, and Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"Knowledge, strength, wisdom, and endurance, the extraordinary talents that great wizards need, are hidden in these four powerful magic weapons."

When Malfoy heard this, he blurted out, "As long as I get them, I can surpass Harry!" ”

Voldemort's brow furrowed, but he quickly relaxed.

He looked at the black flames burning on Malfoy's body, and finally couldn't help but laugh happily.

The 'good guy' attribute on the soul fragment was really suppressed by Malfoy's ambition!

Russell, your only failure is not to make this damn "good guy disease" contagious!

I'll take my revenge on you, absolutely!

Voldemort looked at Malfoy as if he were looking at a treasure, and he said in a devilish tone, "Yes, Malfoy, yes, I'll tell you where they are." ”

"Just get them, and you'll be able to surpass Harry and even become the new Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"When the time comes, your father will be proud of you!"

……

"Draco! Draco! Crabbe shook Malfoy's shoulders vigorously and shouted, "It's time for us to go to the next classroom!" ”

Malfoy woke up from a dream, and the next moment, he felt the shaking of his body, his eyebrows upside down, and his eyes shot a cold light, "Let go of me, Crabbe." ”

"Uh, okay......" Crabbe's hands quickly retracted as if they were electrocuted.

His throat shuddered, swallowing dry fear.

He had just seen Malfoy's eyes turn into vertical pupils, like a serpent!

Malfoy glanced at Crabbe and straightened the folds on his shoulders with his hands, "Goyle, Crabbe, I won't be going to the next class, you can help me ask for leave, just say I have a stomachache." ”

"I think you're doing well now, why do you want to take a leave of absence?" Goyle asked humbly.

"Don't, don't ask!" Crabbe looked at Malfoy's cold face and tugged hard at Goyle's sleeve, interrupting what Goyle was about to say.

"Whatever Draco wants us to do, let's just do it, there's nothing to ask."

"Crabbe, you're getting weird."

"I didn't, you're wrong." Sweat oozed from Crabbe's forehead.

Even if it was just Malfoy's normal gaze, he had the feeling of standing on the fangs of a python.

"You two go to class." Malfoy stared at Crabbe and said, "Don't forget to take a leave of absence." ”

"I won't forget it."

"Me too!"

Malfoy nodded in satisfaction and left the classroom.

Crabbe sat down in his chair the next second Malfoy left the classroom, muttering, "It's terrible, it's like a different person." ”

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing." Crabbe shook his head, wiped the sweat off his face, then got up and pulled Goyle to the classroom, "Hurry up Goyle, we can't be late!" ”

"Oh, don't pull me, I'll run myself!"

Meanwhile, Malfoy wandered through the corridors of Hogwarts until he came to a wall made of ordinary gray bricks.

"Responsive, I'm coming in." A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Malfoy's mouth, and then he stepped forward, tiptoe slamming against the wall.

Then, the whole wall seemed to come to life, and Malfoy was swallowed into it in one gulp.

The hallway was empty again, and only the faint sound of the class bell echoed here.

Nope

(End of chapter)