Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Facing Sebastian's interruption, Voldemort was not angry, but looked at Sebastian with his scarlet eyes.

"Sebastian Swan...." Voldemort's voice sounded like a whisper.

"I know you, an excellent pure-blood wizard, I admire you very much."

"You should know that my ruling theory is pure-blood supremacy, so I need talented people like you to join my team."

"You see, there is no conflict between us. As long as you hand that boy over to me, I can get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Once enough Elixir of Life is made, I can reshape a body, a fresh body."

"At that time, I will come back to life, instead of sharing a body with others like a shadow, as I am now."

"At that time, I will rule the entire wizarding world. As long as you join me, I will make you my right-hand man and give you unparalleled power."

Voldemort's voice was low and full of temptation, with an irresistible force, as if every word could reach the depths of people's hearts.

His eyes flickered with dangerous light as he said to the person in front of him.

"As a discerning businessman, you should be able to see that by my side, you will have endless power and glory."

"At that time, you won't have to deal with anyone insincerely. Those in power who are high above you will crawl at your feet."

"Your potential has not been fully tapped yet, you have the ability to achieve greater things."

"Those so-called morals and laws are just excuses for cowards."

"The strong live and the weak die, this is an eternal truth. Are you willing to stand on the side of the strong, or continue to be bound by those morals and become a weakling?"

"As long as you are willing to be loyal to me, I will grant you unprecedented power. The secrets of eternal life will be opened to you, and you will stand in the river of time like me, overlooking all living beings."

"Come on, follow me, we will conquer this world together. Our names will be forever engraved in the river of history, never to be forgotten."

"Follow me and break the shackles that bind you with me. We will reshape this world so that those mediocre people can no longer suppress our light."

"You will become one of the rulers of the new world, enjoying endless wealth and power."

Voldemort's voice was like the murmur of a poisonous snake, slowly infiltrating people's hearts.

His eyes revealed an irresistible temptation, as if silently telling Sebastian—

This is your destined home. Only by following him can you realize the deepest desires in your heart.

"Come on, Sebastian," Voldemort's voice gradually slowed down, "bring that boy to the mirror and let him take out the Philosopher's Stone."

Clap clap clap~

Sebastian's applause echoed in the empty room.

"So many years have passed, and your eloquence is as good as ever. I was almost tempted."

Sebastian put down his clapping hands and said unhurriedly.

"Wealth, power, immortality, none of them are easy to refuse."

"However, you shouldn't be saying these words to people for the first time, right?"

"Judging from Professor Quirrell's situation, your words are not very convincing!"

"I have personally seen how serious his life force is draining away."

Hearing Sebastian's words, Quirrell was momentarily dazed, and then a sense of grievance surged into his heart, almost making him cover his face and cry.

Finally, someone knows his hardship.

Back in Albania, he was completely blinded by greed and believed that Voldemort would teach him the method of immortality.

After all, although Voldemort's state was extremely bad, not even as good as a ghost, he was still very convincing because he was able to survive.

But what about the reality?

Since being possessed by Voldemort, Quirrell has not obtained any method of immortality. Instead, Voldemort has been absorbing his life force.

Feeling his life force draining away day by day, he was a little scared and began to regret it.

However, Quirrell regretted it too late. After being possessed, he had no way to drive Voldemort out of his body.

In this situation, he did not dare to completely betray Voldemort.

So, he deliberately made himself look very stupid.

For example, being frightened by a troll, casting curses on Potter's broom in public, and letting the Weasley twins' snowball hit the back of his head.

Joke!

He, Quirrell, was an excellent graduate of Ravenclaw. How could he be frightened by a troll.

Moreover, if he really wanted to harm Potter at the beginning, he could have knocked Potter off the broom at the first moment the curse took effect.

And the snowball that hit the back of his head represented his silent anger.

The reason why Quirrell behaved so stupidly was entirely to make Voldemort dislike him and then take the initiative to leave his body.

It's a pity that these stupid performances only resulted in Voldemort intensifying his absorption of his life force.

Quirrell understood very well that Voldemort was using this method to dispel his thoughts of betrayal, leaving him with no way to retreat and only able to go all the way to the dark.

He was unwilling to die like this.

He really wanted to live!

Therefore, he slowly succumbed to despair and prepared to follow Voldemort's orders to find the unicorn.

Fortunately, before he desperately wanted to suck the blood of the unicorn, Sebastian appeared with water that had been soaked in the Philosopher's Stone.

Although this water was very expensive, Quirrell was still extremely happy because it really saved his life.

Some memories surfaced in Quirrell's mind, and he found that the days of catching dark wizards really made him very satisfied.

To be honest, Quirrell now somewhat believed that Sebastian was indeed here to help him.

At least, Voldemort had never reminded him that touching Potter's body would lead to sudden death.

Thinking of this, a trace of gratitude slowly rose in Quirrell's heart.

Just as Quirrell was contemplating, Sebastian's words awakened him from his trance.

"Lord Voldemort, I am not interested in the future you describe at all. In other words, I hate your violent rule."

"Oh! Is there anything wrong?" Voldemort's voice sounded faintly. His voice was very flat, making it impossible to hear any joy or anger.

"Let me give you an example, I hope you can understand," Sebastian said slowly.

"There is a type of video game among Muggles. It is fun and exciting, making people unable to stop."

"In order to quickly clear the game, I chose to use a cheat, just click a button, and I can kill everyone in the game."

"This feeling is indeed very cool at first, but in less than two days, this game can no longer attract me."

"The scene you describe is like using a cheat, you can see the end at a glance, it's extremely boring."

"For the sake of the safety of the wizarding world, you should stay in this room forever!"

"Quirrell!" Voldemort shouted sharply, "What are you waiting for, kill him."

"Stop struggling... Lord Voldemort," Sebastian's voice sounded leisurely, "You are really weak now, you can't even sense my spells."

What does that mean?

Spell?

Quirrell didn't understand Sebastian's words. He was just about to turn around when he found that he couldn't move at all.

Looking down, he found that his legs and feet were all sealed in thick ice.

When?

Why didn't I feel any coldness before.

As soon as this thought appeared, thick ice covered his whole body, leaving only his head exposed on his neck.

So cold!

Is it so cold after being frozen in ice...

My right hand is completely numb, I can't feel the wand anymore.

Am I going to die?

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

Even footsteps sounded.

Quirrell shivered as he watched Sebastian walk out from behind him, stand in front of him, and ask a question.

"Professor Quirrell, do you want to live?"

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