Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 107 One Small Step For Two
Professor Quirrell is cursed, and his designation is somewhat questionable.

This is the most discussed topic recently, because the principal's temper has also become bad.

Every morning, noon and evening, the principal and Professor Quirrell will have dinner in the restaurant, which they call the vitality of the students, allowing them to see the future of magic.

To the future of riding horses... so the students thought.

Anyone who eats well and is suddenly called by the principal and professor to perform magic at the teacher's table will feel psychological pressure.

And when the principal and professors kept chattering around him, and occasionally scolded him, the psychological pressure turned into a psychological shadow.

For this reason, many students simply avoid going to the cafeteria to eat, and students in each dormitory take turns to cook, so as to avoid being "humiliated" by the principal and professors.

However, doing so doesn't do much.

"Go and call Cho Chang, Robert, it's bad for your health not to eat breakfast." Voldemort said to the Ravenclaw prefect passing by him during the discussion with Dumbledore.

Not far away, Flitwick secretly waved at his prefect. Robert's eyes betrayed him, and Dumbledore immediately glared at him.

"Go and call, Robert, the principal and your seniors need her." Dean Flitwick said immediately with a changed face.

Robert nodded and left, and brought Qiu Zhang over after a while—the little girl trembling behind.

"Are you going to take an Asian test, Professor?" Hermione ran over with half a sausage and a notebook in her arms. Percy was a step behind her.

"Yes, we need to confirm the relationship between the weakest fluctuation and the highest success rate." Voldemort said seriously, then looked at Qiu Zhang with a smile, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Eat... eat well, professor." Qiu Zhang said weakly.

"Percy, and Hermione." On the other side, Dumbledore whispered to the two children, "Pay attention to the low frequency of the sine wave. Quirrell and I guess that the secret may be there."

The two children nodded immediately, and then looked at Qiu Zhang with piercing eyes.

"Come on, put on your gear."

Voldemort came to her, took out two handcuff-like things, put them on Cho Chang's wrists, and then attached the metal chain to the newly made instrument-it looked like an alarm clock, but with many hands.

"Is the physique of the yellow race very special, Professor?" Qiu Zhang, who was watching Voldemort busy, asked timidly.

Voldemort gave the principal a dissatisfied look—if you hadn't lost your temper with the students before, why would the students be so afraid of us both—the principal stared back angrily...

Let alone the second brother, the elder brother scolded the students angrily, neither of us can escape.

"Yes." Voldemort said while adjusting the instrument, "Yellow races have the highest magic success rate, but the fluctuation of magic power is low. Black people have the lowest success rate, but the magic power fluctuates greatly, and the white race is relatively balanced."

Qiu Zhang nodded. She noticed that the principal and the professor were in a good mood today, so they calmed down—as long as they are not impatient or scolding, the students are still willing to cooperate.

"Hermione, you are in charge of low frequencies, Percy, you are in charge of high frequencies." Voldemort said to the two.

"Didn't you only focus on the low frequency?" Dumbledore said dissatisfied-it was discussed last night, so what's the matter if this changes?

"I will also be in charge of the low frequency, Headmaster, and you will control the instrument yourself," said Voldemort.

The headmaster shrugged his shoulders and suppressed the anger in his heart—they have encountered many difficulties in their research recently, and the tempers of the two people who were tortured were not very good, but they have also realized this problem in the past two days, so they have restrained themselves.

Not long after, Qiu Zhang began to use the repair spell, and several people immediately recorded it, and then compared the recorded results together.

"Sure enough, the three-dimensional shaking in the low frequency has a special rhythm." Voldemort said immediately.

Today, they are no longer satisfied with the sine wave of the two-dimensional plane, but have expanded the range to three-dimensional, that is, the wave has not only length and width, but also a height.

"If this guess is correct." Dumbledore said while tugging at his beard, "The magic fluctuations of African-Americans are likely to be determined by the width of the positive wave."

"Call Blaise Zambini over and test his fluctuations." Voldemort said, and he was about to call Malfoy who was not far away - Blaise was a freshman in Slytherin.

"Professor, morning classes are about to begin." Hermione reminded.

"Let Hagrid take over the class. The first-year class is very simple, and it's a practical class. It doesn't matter." The headmaster said, looking at Voldemort.

"Okay then, Hermione, you go and say something for me, and then go to class, Percyliu..."

"Professor." Hermione interrupted him and said, "I want to help too. I can just read the notes for the course."

Voldemort blinked and looked at the Headmaster.

"Stay here, you can learn more from this than class," Dumbledore said.

Voldemort shrugged, then got a student to send a message to Hagrid, and then told Malfoy to find Blaise Zambini.

"Let him go to the east tower, we'll wait for him there."

Voldemort said this, and then followed Dumbledore and others to leave the auditorium.

After several demon kings left, cheers erupted in the auditorium. It seemed that if this continued, the principal and professor would become less popular than Snape.

But Dumbledore and Voldemort didn't care about these. With the deepening of their research, they firmly believed that they were on the right path.

Perhaps in the near future, their achievements may shock the entire wizarding world.

Blaise Zambini was a black boy with high cheekbones and long eyes that turned up at the corners - and he was also a man who had a prejudice against Muggle wizards.

Once before, when Hermione brought him the instrument, he said, "Don't touch me, Mudblood."

Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Percy froze on the spot, and then, that time Dumbledore got very angry, and the roar resounded throughout the auditorium.

Voldemort was better, but he noticed that Hermione was weeping secretly - this strong girl only cried once, and then said nothing more.

"Percy, get him the instrument."

Blaise Zambini entered the tower, and Voldemort spoke to Percy.

During the gap between the instruments, Percy gave the child a hard look—he had punished him many times, and Percy is now the king of children in Hogwarts.

Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't say much more, they focused on their research, and a month passed, and it was time for their results.

Not long after, the two tested the required data, which also confirmed their conjecture.

"The next step is to test it on me." Dumbledore said a little excitedly.

"I have great faith in you, Albus." Voldemort said firmly.

Now the relationship between the two has become very close, Dumbledore asked him to call it that.

According to Dumbledore: "Quirinas, only if we are intimate enough can we forget our identities and quarrel over magic, which is a necessary part of research."

Voldemort was happy to do so, and it would lessen his fear of Dumbledore—for the future, he couldn't be afraid of a lifetime of old bees.

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