There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 140 Voldemort in action
Voldemort was in a hurry. He knew two people in the opposite Hogwarts team, one was Snape and the other was Lucius.

These two people had a close relationship with him back then, and they were regarded as brothers and sisters.

I don't know the depth of the other party, but we know each other's right and wrong.

It's just that Quirrell still has a ray of life, and he must die if he is found in this state.

In an instant, Voldemort retreated bravely and replaced him.

Quirrell: "..."

Master, you can't do this to me.

I don't have a share in co-authoring good things, but I'm responsible for bad things?
wrong!

Quirrell suddenly realized that since he was possessed by Voldemort, nothing good happened to him!
The only good thing is that he was admitted to the Hogwarts establishment and got a solid job. However, he ate and drank a few meals, didn't receive a single nut salary, and was beaten up by the students.

"Nonsense!" Voldemort disagreed. Although life has been difficult recently, who is the great Dark Lord?

Is it good to hang out with the Dark Lord?
Without racking his brains, Voldemort slapped Quirrell in the face with evidence on the spot!
"Without me, where would you get five thousand Galleons?"

Voldemort's voice was majestic: "Do you know how many wizards are hungry? The magic world is in a recession these days, and everyone has no money at hand. A professor at Hogwarts, the most prestigious university in the magic world, only earns fifty Galleons a month. You use your mouth to get five thousand Galleons, and you rely on me!"

The muscles at the corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched, and his fists hardened!

It's me, obviously it's me!
I owe five thousand Galleons to the leader of the black wizard, and I made an unbreakable oath. At the critical moment of life, I want to lend money to the professors to repay my oath. Whether to borrow money or not is all up to me. Master, you can’t occupy me Inspiration.

"Stupid!" Voldemort hated iron but steel, Quirrell, Quirrell, why can't you understand my painstaking efforts?

If things go on like this, if I conquer the magic world in the future, how can I be at ease and appoint you to be under one person and over ten thousand people?

"You think carefully."

For the sake of his future generals, Voldemort is persuasive and persuasive.

"If I didn't possess you, why did you get the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts? You don't know what level of magic you have?"

Quirrell nodded silently. Indeed, as the highest institution in the magic world, all the professors at Hogwarts are top talents in their majors. Quirrell thinks that his skills are good, but without Voldemort's help, it is almost impossible to stand out from the crowd of competitors. possible.

"That's right." Voldemort said with a smile: "If you don't have the status of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, would you borrow money from the professors and they would borrow money? Of course not, not only that, but also with cynicism and pity. looking at you."

Quirrell nodded, yes, the master is right.

"Heroes don't ask where they come from, and if you have money, don't ask where it came from." Voldemort's voice gradually became lower and lower: "Without me helping you apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, what did you use to get five thousand Galleons?"

"Use your brain!"

"In other words, should I help you get five thousand Galleons?"

Quirrell blinked, probably, maybe, maybe, [-]%, as if, it seemed, the Dark Lord was right?
As for the money that was borrowed and needed to be repaid... Both Quirrell and Voldemort never took the word repayment to heart.

Why should I pay back the money I borrowed with my ability!
"That's right." Voldemort said, "I'll give you five thousand Galleons. You will be rich and honorable. You will save my life in front of the Hogwarts professors. It is fair and reasonable, and neither is owed."

"If you can get through the difficulties, if you are willing to accompany me to make a comeback, you will promise everything before I am resurrected."

"If you lose interest and want to wash your hands in a golden basin, I won't stop you. From now on, we will divide things."

Although he felt something was wrong, Quirrell was still in a hurry.

"Master, master, why am I hanging my head on the waistband of my trousers with you? Isn't it because you can fight? Is it powerful enough? I know who I am. It is almost impossible to get to the top by myself. You must follow a good boss. "

"You are the noble person I recognize, the eternal elder brother, and the master of my life!"

Voldemort's old consolation, what a good Quirrell.

If all the servants were half as faithful as Quirrell, great things would be accomplished.

Looking at Avery next door, he opened his mouth for the Dark Lord, closed his mouth and gave everything for his master, and the spells released in his hands were more ruthless than the other.

Loyalty and traitor complement each other, Voldemort swore.

If you don't accompany the sunset, who are you when you come back from the mountain?
Quirrell, don't worry, I won't treat you badly!
"Owner!"

"Quirrell!"

Their hearts surged, and Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

What's the matter, after breaking through all 99 levels, wouldn't it be a blood loss to draw a line with Voldemort?
Mark stood quietly with the four deans, Lucius, Weeping Myrtle, and dozens of professors, watching Quirrell's face fluctuate, turning up and down, sometimes sad and sometimes happy.

"Why are you changing your face here!"

No one spoke at Hogwarts, and Avery lost his composure.

You are a dark wizard under Bellatrix. Although you have profound knowledge in magic and are proficient in casting spells without a wand, you are her little brother after all!
I'm different, I'm the builder of the Dark Wizard Headquarters hand-picked by the Dark Lord!
One was the leader of the Death Eaters whom the Dark Lord valued.

One is the younger brother of the Dark Lord Mazi.

The status gap is huge.

I haven't changed my face yet, you put it here and change it first.

I don't want to lose face.

Avery knew he was going to die, so he wanted to get close to Quirrell and be horns with each other.

We dark wizards are not afraid of death, only that we will die without dignity.

"Even if I die, I will contribute my last strength to the Dark Lord!"

Ever expressionless, he gritted his teeth.

So far, there is only one way.

If you fight hard, you will not lose, and if you fight hard, you will make a steady profit.

"Qilo, don't hesitate!" Avery growled: "Although we have a little conflict, compared to the hatred with the white wizard, it's just a trivial matter!"

"Let's work together to take as many as we can!"

Quirrell was taken aback, don't.

There are two people on our side, and there are dozens of people on the opposite side. How many people have they taken away?don't.

Looking across from Mark with a half-smile, Lucius' brows were full of murderous intent, Snape's face was expressionless, McGonagall's eyes were shining, Flitwick was eager to try, Sprout had a mysterious smile in his eyes, and dozens of others The professor may make a move at any time...

Quirrell smiled awkwardly but politely.

Sorry, I don't want to die yet.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, Quirrell pointed at Avery's nose and cursed: "Damn black wizard, you actually slandered me!"

"Principal, colleagues, you have to trust me!" Quirrell's voice was tearful, and every word was crying blood.

"Last night, I was walking around Hogwarts without provoking or offending anyone. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of me!"

"That black shadow with the head of a mouse, with a wretched face, small eyes rolling around, and a hunched body, doesn't look like a good person."

"Colleagues, think about it carefully and ask yourself, can you bear this kind of thing?"

"Of course not!" Quirrell said righteously, with a firm face: "As the greatest academy in the wizarding world, Hogwarts is honorable and sacred, and all teachers and students should be proud of it."

"So, I punched hard and quietly followed behind him."

"Guess what?"

"Hey, it's actually the former Death Eater Avery! The fish that slipped through the net ten years ago!"

Quirrell's voice became excited: "So I led the snake out of the hole and followed the vines to find out the truth. After countless conspiracy and conspiracy, I found out about Avery's long-planned conspiracy!"

"He wants to establish a Ministry of Magic belonging to dark wizards in Gaunt's old house!"

"When I think about where this is going, there's only one day in the sky, let alone the Ministry of Magic?"

"Fortunately, the wise and mighty Headmaster Mark knew about the plan of the evil dark wizard. He sent a large number of young Hogwarts wizards to try to crush the Death Eaters' plot!"

"In this battle, I was brave and fearless. I took the lead and was not afraid of sacrifice. I charged at the forefront of the battle and fought to the death with the black wizard."

"Fortunately, my Hogwarts students have excellent magic skills, and dark wizards are vulnerable to Hogwarts!"

Quirrell had pride and pride on his face.

"The black wizard collapsed at the first touch. I saw Avery on the head and neck trying to escape. I chased after him with the thought of catching the thief first, and finally found here, fighting him to the death."

"We are fighting in full swing, principal you showed up with someone." Quirrell laughed: "What does this mean?"

"Evil can never prevail against good!"

"Those who have gained the Tao will be helped a lot, but those who have lost the way will be given little help!"

"Principal Mark, I have a heart for Hogwarts, you must believe me!"

Quirrell's eyes were as blue as stars.

It is full of trust at a glance.

mark:"……"

Well, you Qiluo, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually learned to make things up.

If the principal didn't know everything, he would really be deceived by you... Well, even if he didn't know anything, Mark wouldn't be able to be deceived by Quirrell.

Not to mention anything else, Voldemort who is simply the back of Quirrell's head is not trustworthy!

Taking a step back, even if Mark didn't know about Voldemort, he couldn't trust Quirrell.

His words are full of flaws inside and out, and there is no credibility.

Avery jumped out immediately without Mark's nitpicking.

"Nonsense!" Avery finally understood deeply why traitors are more disgusting than enemies.

Enemies, the big guys fight face to face, no matter whether they win or lose, life or death, everyone is their own master, each according to his own ability.

This traitor is so disgusting, he is obviously a dark wizard, and he suddenly jumped out to show his loyalty to the white wizard, Avery couldn't bear it.

That is to say, there are too many white wizards on the opposite side, otherwise Avery will explode on the spot and exchange lives with Quirrell!
It's a pity that Avery saw the crowd on the opposite side, and decisively extinguished the idea of ​​fighting.

Invincible, only outsmarted.

As for outsmarting, I am ashamed to say that Avery has never been afraid of anyone!
Avery sneered, back then, I wanted to escape for my life, so the Ministry of Magic caught the dark wizard and couldn't find my whereabouts, so I escaped successfully.

Today, I tried my best not to, but I also want to die with Quirrell!
"Principal Mark, although I am a Death Eater, I also studied at Hogwarts back then and have a deep affection for Hogwarts," Avery said.

His hand is the emotional card.

Mark nodded, you continue to talk, this is just a sketch, I want to see what you can make up.

"Quirrell tarnished the glory of Hogwarts, he is not worthy to be our classmate!" Avery suddenly roared: "I love Hogwarts deeply, he lied in the name of Hogwarts, this kind of infidelity People who are unfilial, benevolent, and righteous, everyone can punish them!"

"To be honest, Quirrell once bowed at my feet, saying that he was willing to surrender to the Dark Lord!" Avery said, "I can swear an unbreakable oath to prove the truth of my words."

"Or Legilimency, Imperius Curse, Veritaserum, take the test according to the professors, everything I said is true!"

The professors nodded.

They believed that since Avery dared to say that, of course he had a reason.

Could it be that Quirrell is really a rebellious boy?

"No!" Quirrell waved his hand: "That's just an expedient measure. In order to gain Avery's trust, I made false claims with him."

"At that time, all the lies were told, just to win his trust."

"I laughed at Avery for being so foolish that he used lies to slander me."

Avery was shaking with anger.

What Quirrell said brought to life the description of a funny dark wizard who was fooled by others.

"What about me?" Lucius looked cold, his eyes flickered with killing intent.

Quirrell pointed his wand at Draco, forcing Lucius to give in. He will always remember this hatred.

"It's Avery's fault." Quirrell sighed, "I'm a victim too!"

Avery: "..."

Why the fuck is everything my fault!

Oh, I forced Quirrell to make an unbreakable vow, and Draco must be awakened, right?
That's fine.

"Although Avery doesn't have great wisdom, he has a little cleverness, which prevents me!"

Quirrell said in a deep voice: "They did not know where they captured Mr. Lucius' son Draco, and forced me to make an unbreakable oath that he must be awakened."

"Otherwise, I believe you know better than me what the consequences of breaking the unbreakable oath will be."

Anyone who breaks the unbreakable oath must die.

"On the way to chase Avery, I happened to see Mr. Lucius. Coincidentally, he manifested with Della Sci-Fi."

"I'm sorry for Mr. Lucius. At that time, I was worried about my own life. I was afraid that Draco would be awakened, and I was afraid that Avery would escape, so I had to use despicable means to get Draco from him."

Quirrell bowed deeply to Lucius.

"Mr. Lucius, I sincerely apologize to you. I don't expect you to forgive me, but please accept the humblest apology from a person who is dying."

"sorry!"

Lucius hardened his fist.

What a neuropathy!
Do I care about this?
I'm so worried that you are a shit stirrer, or training my son to be a shit stirrer!

"The little Hogwarts wizard who acted that day is well known." Lucius paused every word.

"Professor Quirrell has ulterior feelings for my son."

"Miss Granger, who is in the same grade as Draco, and Mr. Harry Potter, the famous savior of the world, know this very well."

"Excuse me, can you explain?"

Quirrell: "..."

You asked me to explain whether I am a dark wizard, I have a reason, isn't it just making up?
What the hell are you asking me to prove that I'm not a shit messer and don't want to be messed with.

I really don't want to!

The question is, how is this proven?

Looking for a girl, the public?
Believe it or not, the river crab mythical beast destroyed this world?
(End of this chapter)