There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 58 Suppressing the Two Colleges
Voldemort: "..."

I kill decisively, viciously, narrow-minded, and do all kinds of evil.

But what I want to do now is to resurrect, to get back the Dao Fruit of the Dark Lord in my previous life, and to overwhelm the ages... Damn it was ruined by Quilo, I just want to be resurrected!

Then, it is our duty to restore the glory of Hogwarts!

The current headmaster made Hogwarts into a miasma, just like the training base for dark wizards. The Dark Lord couldn't stand it anymore!

However, you were bullied by an 11-year-old student, and I am very embarrassed to ask you to avenge you.

Voldemort fell silent.

I am more or less a person, beating children, will it affect my reputation if it is spread out.

"No master." Seeing that there seemed to be a joke, Quirrell quickly fanned the wind and lit the will-o'-the-wisp: "When you see a baby, you have to put Avada on it. Now that Malfoy is 11 years old, what powerful black magic do you have to force on him?" Just say hello."

Voldemort: "..."

Are you talking about people?
The mighty Dark Lord, why do you sound like a hooligan who bullies children?
"Hey, it's just this time, it's not an example." Voldemort sighed, if Dumbledore knew that he had fallen to the point of bullying children, he would probably laugh out loud.

"Then hold back, I'm coming in!" Voldemort spat out the words of tiger and wolf, and the remaining soul power occupied Quirrell's body.

Voldemort moved his hands and feet, feeling very familiar, as if he had used this body only yesterday.

Oh, it took more than an hour to use it, so it's fine.

The veins on Voldemort's forehead popped out, that is to say, I just told Quirrell a few minutes ago to leave me alone, I need to rest?
Very well, Quirrell, I remember.

I thought you made me your master.

However, you actually use me as your grandfather!

The cows in the production team dare not work so hard!

But looking at the immature faces and pure eyes of Slytherin and Gryffindor little wizards, Voldemort's heart softened.

Once upon a time, my dream was to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!
It's all the fault of Dumbledore, who is arrogant and unreasonable, saying that I am not worthy of being a professor.

Otherwise, there would be no Dark Lord in England.

Hogwarts would have another great professor... maybe even a headmaster.

Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to relax his expression.

"Let's go, let's use Quirrell's body as a professor, and it can be regarded as understanding the wish of his youth."

"I even wrote the lesson plans back then!"

"Professor, you have to do it." Malfoy said.

Two fiendfires snaked around Malfoy and Voldemort.

"I do it?" Voldemort laughed dumbly, son of Lucius, do you know who you are talking to?
What is in front of you now is not the trash Quirrell, but the greatest Dark Lord in history!

Your father would have to prostrate himself on the ground in front of me, kissing my wizard robe!
"For the sake of your surname Malfoy, I'll give you a chance." Voldemort said lightly, "You make the first move, otherwise, you won't be able to cast spells."

Lucius probably betrayed, and the huge property of the Malfoy family will be inherited by the children in front of him in the future.

Wait for the resurrection of the demon king, suppress the rebellion, and support you as the patriarch of the Malfoy family.

It’s not too much to ask for some hard-earned money, right?
"Go, Charmander!" Malfoy pointed his wand without hesitation, and Fiendfire walked close to Voldemort in S-shape and Z-shape.

Voldemort grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.

"That's not how Fiendfire is used."

Voldemort manipulated Fiendfire summoned by Quirrell casually, and that group of Fiendfire arrived first, which was actually faster than Malfoy's Fiendfire.

"As expected of a professor, he really has two brushes." Malfoy laughed loudly, he was not in a hurry when threatened by Fiendfire.

"Come out! Fire-breathing dragon!"

Fiercefire, which was bigger than before, rose up and turned into a dragon-like snake, larger than a human monster. Its head was lifelike, and it could be vaguely seen as a Hungarian Horntail.

Malfoy makes Fiendfire the most dangerous dragon ever!
Although there is no blessing to the power, but he has shown his ability to control the fire.

"I've loved dragons since I was a child." Malfoy stood in front of the Hungarian Horntail formed by Fiendfire, with a calm face, showing the demeanor of a platinum aristocrat.

"Since Slytherin, the world has loved snakes."

"I only love Huolong for being smart, witty, brave and decisive."

Voldemort blinked, did you say the wrong word, the fire dragon is stupid and stupid, how could it be as good as you said?
Especially the Hungarian Horntail, who is so fierce that he is always destructive.

Malfoy ignored it and continued talking about himself.

"After learning Fiendfire, I tried every means to turn it into a fire dragon."

"Professor, your Fiendfire is not worth mentioning in my eyes!"

As Malfoy said, the Hungarian Horntail spewed out flames, completely extinguishing Voldemort's Fiendfire.

"Amazing." Voldemort laughed darkly. "Lucius gave birth to a good son."

"But it's the rest of my game!"

Voldemort laughed: "It's over!"

Just a spell, and the gigantic Hungarian Horntail in front of Malfoy vanished into nothingness.

End, end, none of the most effective spells for Fiendfire have been found so far.

It only takes one spell to make Fiendfire disappear without a trace.

In the Seventh Level of God before, there were too many fires, and it took several hours to annihilate, so Voldemort had to choose to answer the question.

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, turning the wand around in his hand.

"Son of Lucius, are you convinced?"

"Your Fiendfire is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

Malfoy's face was not very good.

This Li Huolong was his most hidden hole card. He originally wanted to use it to slap the professor in the face and establish his identity as a first-year talker, but he didn't expect it to be easily cracked.

Voldemort ignored Malfoy.

His eyes swept to all the young wizards present, all of whom were first-year students who had just entered school, their minds were like blank paper, and the professors splashed ink at will.

Most importantly, Harry Potter.

Voldemort stared at Harry Potter sitting in the back row of the classroom. The lightning-like scar was so dazzling, proving Harry Potter's status as the savior of the world, and also showing Voldemort's shame.

A majestic legendary wizard, the Avada Kedavra did not kill a mere baby, but was rebounded by the spell, leaving only a remnant soul. He had to linger in the Albanian forest for ten years, and he has not been able to return until now.

The real recovery is unknown.

Voldemort laughed, will the prophecy defeat my lifelong enemy?

Very good... You are looking straight at me, can you stop gossiping with the little kids around?
Anger rose from Voldemort's heart.

It is impossible to kill Harry Potter, a lot of professors were squatting outside, and they all jumped out with a roar.

Exchange the life of the devil for Harry Potter's life, blood loss!
That being the case, I can only teach him a profound lesson!
Voldemort clapped his hands, motioning the students to be quiet.

"I am a professor, and you are first-year students. Of course you will not be convinced if you lose to me." Voldemort laughed: "Everyone, no matter who they are, let's go together!"

"I will suppress the two academies with the power of one person!"

Voldemort was full of pride and ambition, and his anger rushed to the sky.

Hermione whispered, "Is our professor sick?"

"Winning the first-year students is also worthy of suppressing the two major colleges?"

"He didn't exist when Snape and Professor McGonagall, and the higher six grades?"

"It's not serious." Ron shook his head: "I heard that he had been in contact with vampires for a while, so he must have been infected with some strange disease."

"It's pathetic," Harry concluded.

(End of this chapter)