After taking the green, crooked cedar wand in his hand.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had changed.

The head becomes brighter.

I am afraid that the behavior of directly taking empty classroom desks and chairs to practice and throwing them back without dealing with them will probably not occur again.

The brain is also more organized.

The details in the corner of his eyes are also in his heart.

A stream of information came into my mind.

The so-called true damage refers to ignoring armor and magic resistance, and directly dealing damage.

This 50% is half of the damage in the spell or [Basic Attack] that is released.

Enemies hit will not be able to lie, meaning that they will not be able to lie until the effects of the spell cast with this wand are dispelled, as if they had taken a truism potion.

And his dashboard was updated accordingly.

[Item:000000001]

[Spellbook Level: 3 (1100/100)]

[Name: Ryan Smith/Bagill Granger]

[Race: Wizard]

[Identity; Hogwarts Gryffindor (Fire Spell Blessing +1%)・1st Grader (20 gems per day)】

[Enrollment Date:1991/07/27]

[HP: 10+15 (Echo Bonus: 1000 False Health: 142·341)]

[Mana: 7+9]

【Lucky Value: 3~7】

[Family Traits: Eye of True Vision (Constant), Red Dragon's Blood (To Be Ignited), Plant Affinity (Awakening), Potions Mastery (Awakening)]

This True Eye is the embodiment of the ability to see through the truth.

The eye here does not refer to the eyes, but refers to the totality of the senses of sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell, etc.

His perceptual ability, i.e., his insight, is increased by 10%, and his discernment of lies is also specially enhanced.

He could see through the telescope whether the words of the man who was speaking a mile away were true.

He can lick the sweat of the person who is speaking, and sniff the fragrance to determine if he is lying.

He can also judge the sincerity of another person's words simply by touching less than an inch of their skin.

Compared to this, the perception of Voldemort's gaze is not a great thing.

Unfortunately, though, it's a little different from what Bagir imagined.

He did have a second one, a 'magic' strip that exuded an air of reason and was as clear as crystal.

It also overlaps with the original 'magic' that is full of majesty and fiery.

But they only coexist conceptually.

The 'magic' flowing through his body did not multiply with the appearance of the second [Wand Appearance] component.

Aside from multiple talents, and a few special abilities, there are no other changes.

The so-called true wound is not much better than a bad spell when dealing with ordinary wizards with thin flesh, that is, low physical defense, and no spiritual power filled with magical magnetic fields.

At most, there are a lot of tricks.

It can also be used as an advanced spell such as a curse with a normal, unintentional spell.

That is, it is a magical creature with high physical defense and magic resistance, and an elite wizard who has mastered spiritual power to fill the magic magnetic field has a miraculous use.

"The Bermuda Triangle is the most exaggerated area of the entire earth's magical magnetic field disorder. Even the Black Forest of Albania..."

On the other side, at Voldemort's request, Quirrell, who was lecturing with his back to the students, stiffened and his words froze.

Why did the owner ask me to contact this little ghost?

Quirrell didn't dare to think about it, and just turned his head and changed the subject stiffly.

"Mr. Granger, I'll be in the office once after class. Your last question, I found the answer. ”

Bagill nodded.

Hooked!

The little man inside waved his fist excitedly.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, Quirrell had his back to Bagil.

Quirrell took off his scarf, revealing his surprisingly small bare head.

This bald head has a face growing on the back of his head.

The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

Opposite him, Bagir took out a worn-out diary with a black cover from his bag.

At the same time, his azure eyes suddenly lost focus.

A voice rang out from the book.

Bagil's mouth opened and closed with it, and his clear, clean, textured voice now seemed particularly eerie.

"Long time no see, Voldemort, my so-called subject, shameful loser."

"Loser?" The face let out a hoarse sneer, "The dregs of abandonment, the little hairy child who looks forward to his father's love, the fragments of the lowly Riddle." Who gave you the courage to taunt me in its purest form, inheriting the blood of the great Slytherin, and just one step away from becoming the King of Wizards? ”

"The King of Wizards?" Two sneers overlapped, "Oh? Who's under the stinking scarf? I thought it was Xiao Misan? ”

"Enough!" The face screamed, "Tell your purpose!" You see, you're just the most insignificant of the 5 guarantees (Nagini wasn't a Horcrux yet, and Voldemort didn't know Harry was a Horcrux)! ”

The journal taunted, "Your 'loyal' servant sent me to Hogwarts. You want me to kill this boy. To disguise the fact that the so-called Malfoys are now just toothless tigers. Tell the other families that even though Malfoy loses his seat on the Hogwarts Board and has several stores closed, he still won't be able to mess with him. ”

The red eyes of that face narrowed tightly, and it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "Send 'me'?" It seems that they really don't think I'm going to make a comeback? ”

The face began to ask itself questions and answers. The journal also remained silent at the right time.

And used them to refer to all the Death Eaters who, including Malfoy, had slipped back into his enemies after his defeat, claiming to be innocent, unaware, and under the Imperius curse.

"Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me prove my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? ”

I replied to myself that perhaps they believed that there was a greater force that could defeat Voldemort...... Perhaps they are now loyal to others...... Maybe it's the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore? ”

"But apparently not, they weren't afraid of Dumbledore. Just believe I can't make a comeback! ”

Quirrell, who was controlled by the face, and Bagir, who was 'controlled' by the diary, both started to shake in unison, because they were angry.

"The master is angry!" Quirrell begged for mercy.

"Shut up!" X3

The face then continued, "So, I think." Except for my friends who suffered in Azkaban. The other traitors who claim to be my servants will pay a deep price. The Death Eater tree has too many branches and leaves rotten. Cropping is required. ”

He turned his head sideways and looked at the journal.

It seems to mean something.

"So we also need to replenish fresh blood. The boy who possessed him was one of them. ”

The diary, along with the "controlled" boy raised his head, "This is also the servant I value." In fact, I came to you. I just hope you can find a way to send me out. A truly secure channel. Don't be as rough as Lucius Malfoy—crush me with the cover woven of unicorn tail hair, and throw me into the boy's arms through the owl. ”

"Safety? Hogwarts is the safest place to be. If you want to be safe, you should stay away from me. The face said first, then pointed to the other side of his head with his alder wand.

A flash of red light flashed, and Quirrell lost consciousness.