Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 114 Knock Knock Knock

"Knock, knock, knock."

After the evening class, Voldemort came to Snape's office located underground, and knocked on the door of the office in the cold corridor.

"Who?"

Snape's stern voice sounded—this guy has been in a state of low pressure recently, and his words and deeds are becoming less and less popular.

"It's me, Quirrell," said Voldemort.

"Crack~~"

The door opened, and Voldemort saw Snape standing in the back of the office holding a glass bottle, and he was looking at him with hatred.

"We have nothing to talk about, Quirrell, what are you doing here?" Snape said in a strange voice.

"Because of the blood curse."

Voldemort walked in familiarly, during which Snape frowned, but Voldemort didn't care at all, "I see if the potion can solve it, so I came to ask you for advice."

"No, Quirrell, that's a curse that can kill you, wait for death, please get out of here." Snape said angrily.

Voldemort was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said, "Dean Snape, we are colleagues, I don't think there is any need to be so stiff."

"Remember now that we are colleagues?" Snape said dissatisfiedly, "In the corridor on the fourth floor..."

"Well, Snape, the headmaster asked me to ask." Voldemort was tired of his poisonous tongue, and the big bat talked too much today.

Snape was taken aback by Voldemort's words, and he froze for three or four seconds before returning to normal, but the air pressure seemed to be lower.

"He asked you to spy on me, didn't he?" Snape said, "Then just say, Quirrell, watch as you please, but don't bother me making potions."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to focus on the cauldron, without looking at Voldemort again.

Voldemort didn't care about him anymore, and his eyes began to scan the dim room—the rows of shelves were filled with hundreds of glass bottles, and viscous plant specimens were attached to colorful medicine bottles.

He stepped forward and glanced at the labels on each bottle. There were too many potion ingredients here. Snape was indeed a master of potions. Even if ordinary wizards wanted to buy so many potions, there was no way.

Four-eyed butterfly.

Voldemort saw a potion material that he was interested in, and carefully took it down to look at it—the material in the bottle emitted a blue light, but the entity was not easy to see because they were very finely divided.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch them, Quirrell, you won't be paid." Snape's stern voice came from behind, and Voldemort shrugged and put it back.

"Is there a potion book? Dean Snape, I want to see the unique copy in your hand." Voldemort turned to him and said.

The two began to look at each other for a long time. Snape's gloomy eyes revealed strong disgust, while Voldemort remained calm.

"It's in the side study, but don't touch my notes, there are protective magic on them." Snape lowered his head and said while stirring the cauldron.

"Your office is much bigger than mine, Dean Snape. I don't have so many rooms." Voldemort said as he walked inside.

"Because I'm the headmaster, wait until you become the headmaster." Snape said.

Voldemort walked into the side room and saw that the room was full of bookshelves, which were full of books on potions, from the most basic to the most advanced.

First of all, he took a general look at the titles of the books in the room. What was certain was that Snape placed these books with great care, and there was an obvious process from simple to difficult.

Not in a hurry to read the rarest book, Voldemort started from the first book and started reading in leaps and bounds.

It is full of Snape's notes, ticking and changing, it can be seen that even the most basic medicinal material book, he has read it many times, and changed the medicinal properties of different materials every time.

To become a master of Potions, Snape obviously put in a lot of hard work.

Voldemort himself could be called a Potions master, but his Potions study was relatively narrow, which allowed him to benefit a lot from Snape's notes.

"If I have time, I really want to read it from beginning to end." Voldemort couldn't help sighing as he looked at a room full of books.

"You don't have that time, the curse of the Dark Magic will drive you away, Quirrell, I can feel it." Snape walked in and said.

Voldemort looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Can you feel it?"

"Of course, I have coveted that position for a long time, and I have also studied it for a long time. The curse is hidden in the castle, hehe, you can't hide it, Quirrell, no one can hide it."

Snape said with a proud face, he seemed to have seen Voldemort being cursed.

It has to be said that during these few sentences, Snape's emotions and expressions did not look like a good person. This guy is really suitable to be a Death Eater.

Voldemort pouted, put the basic book back, skipped a lot of basic content, and took out a more esoteric potion book.

"How long are you going to stay here, Quirrell, does Dumbledore want you to live here?" Snape asked dissatisfied.

"When I find a way to break the blood curse, or get out of Hogwarts by the Dark Defense curse, I think that's what you want to see." Voldemort said, opening the book.

"Humph."

Snape snorted, took out a notebook, and turned to leave.

"Speaking of which, Snape." Voldemort looked at his back, and suddenly said, "How did you feel this curse? It's just a wild guess to scare me, right?"

"If you can become the dean, you will know what authority this castle will grant you. Childish Ravenclaw, get out of here early, maybe you can save your life."

Snape turned his head to show a cruel smile before leaving satisfied.

Voldemort ignored his threats, but fell into a deep thought - authority, which reminded him of the Chamber of Secrets.

Before leaving, do you want to take a look there... After this idea was born, I couldn't restrain it.

But Dumbledore didn't leave the school recently, so Voldemort suppressed his thoughts, and he decided to wait a little longer, so as not to be caught by Dumbledore in the end.

With this in mind, Voldemort began to read happily in Professor Snape's private collection.

The books collected by a top potions master are still full of notes. If Dumbledore hadn't given permission, and Snape's status is very embarrassing recently, there are not many such opportunities.

Of course, when the identity is restored in the future, Snape must contribute some, these are treasures.

Thinking of being able to read it in the future, Voldemort's desire for these basic books immediately decreased. He still needed to find more advanced potion books, preferably ones that involved rebirth.

Quickly jumping through the pages, Voldemort came to the end of the bookshelf after a while, and the books there seemed to be full of magical fluctuations, which was the performance of forbidden books.

Mr. Snape's private collection is really rich... Voldemort thought excitedly.

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