Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Live?

Of course, I want to!

A glimmer of hope rose in Quirrell's eyes, carrying a long-lost desire.

Hadn't he been struggling for so long just to live?

But...

Having been possessed by Voldemort for so long, was there still a chance to live?

He looked at Sebastian with a pleading expression, and said tremblingly, "I want to live, save me..."

At this moment, Quirrell's heart seemed to be engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, with the desire for life on one side and the fear of Voldemort on the other.

Voldemort's consciousness was like a cold, venomous snake, constantly slithering through his mind, emitting hissing whispers, trying to bewitch and frighten him, plunging him into endless despair.

"Are you trying to make me laugh, Quirrell?" Voldemort's sharp voice mocked coldly.

"Can't you see by now that your disguise has long been seen through!"

"But did they save you? No!"

"Everything here is a trap to lure you in."

"Although Dumbledore hasn't appeared, that hypocritical fellow is definitely watching everything here coldly from somewhere."

"They never intended to save you!"

Sebastian ignored Voldemort's shouts and looked firmly into Quirrell's eyes, saying:

"I am here to save you. Of course, I need your full cooperation."

Hearing this, Quirrell became somewhat agitated, looking at Sebastian with burning eyes: "What should I do?"

"To be saved, you must have a firm belief in victory, you must believe that you can defeat Voldemort."

"Only if you believe in yourself can others help you."

Hearing this, the little light in Quirrell's eyes gradually dimmed.

If it were really that simple, would he have fallen to this point today?

He had long wanted to get rid of this parasitic state, but that was Voldemort!

What could he use to fight him, what could he use to defeat him?

Easier said than done!

Seeing Quirrell's dejected appearance, Sebastian sighed inwardly.

This guy was completely frightened now, without even a shred of courage to resist.

How could he possibly win in this state?

To expel Voldemort from Quirrell's body, he had to start from the level of consciousness.

And the confrontation on the level of consciousness required Quirrell himself to be the main force.

Sebastian took a deep breath and continued to encourage him patiently: "I can understand why you're afraid of Voldemort in his prime."

"But now, he is no longer the invincible Dark Lord."

"He has become so weak that he has to rely on someone else's body to barely survive; there's nothing to be afraid of about Voldemort in this state."

"What you're afraid of isn't the current him, but the shadow in your memory. You must face your own heart and get rid of the fear of the past."

"You must have the courage to resist, you must believe that you can defeat him."

After listening to Sebastian's encouraging words, Quirrell's eyes had less confusion and doubt, and more courage and determination that were difficult to detect.

Sebastian was delighted to see that his words had more or less infected Quirrell, and he continued to speak passionately:

"Are you willing to be reduced to a puppet at his disposal?"

"Are you willing to die in the lies Voldemort paints for you?"

"Are you willing to die with this thing that is neither human nor ghost in this cold, damp room?"

"Are you willing to never see the things you once loved again?"

"Think about the you of the past, who loved life so much!"

"Don't you want to see the rising sun again, feel the gentle breeze and the cool drizzle?"

Hearing these words, the corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched slightly, and ripples arose in his heart.

Yes, he didn't want to, and he wasn't willing to just die like this!

He still had too many unfinished dreams, unexplored worlds, and unread books.

He remembered the self of the past, full of passion and dreams, a person who yearned to explore the world and pursue the truth.

He was unwilling to be swallowed by Voldemort's shadow, and he was unwilling to just die in the abyss of despair.

But... alas...

Life is really hard...

Suddenly, Sebastian took out a test paper and placed it in front of Quirrell. The familiar handwriting and the love revealed between the lines made Quirrell feel恍惚.

"The method to defeat Voldemort, you actually already know it, don't you?"

This is?

Content related to the magic of love?

So, to defeat Voldemort, you have to start from this aspect.

A glimmer of hope rose in Quirrell's heart.

That's right!

This magic is the only magic that has ever defeated Voldemort!

As long as he uses this magic, he will definitely be able to drive Voldemort out of his body.

However, he doesn't know this magic...

The small flame of hope was extinguished again.

Who can tell him what to do?

Just as Quirrell was once again disheartened, Sebastian stretched out his wand and turned himself around, aiming it at the direction of the room's entrance.

Seeing the familiar figure walking in from the doorway, Quirrell couldn't help but whisper, "Professor Flitwick..."

In an instant, he looked down at the ground in shame, afraid to look Professor Flitwick in the eyes, just like a child who had done something wrong.

"Quirinus," Professor Flitwick stood in front of Quirrell, his tone full of concern and firmness.

"You have always been one of my most valued students, you have always been the pride of Ravenclaw."

Quirrell was stunned. He slowly raised his head and looked at Flitwick with emotion: "Professor Flitwick..."

He didn't expect that what he was waiting for was not scolding, but the other party's sincere care and encouragement.

"Quirinus, although we Ravenclaws value wisdom the most, we never lack the courage to fight against fate."

"Take out your courage and bravely say 'no' to Voldemort!"

Professor Flitwick's words seemed to contain endless power, which gradually aroused courage in Quirrell's heart, and his eyes became firm.

At that moment, he felt that he was not alone and helpless.

With Professor Flitwick here with him, there would be no regrets even if he failed.

Besides, it's death either way...

Trying it still offers a chance of survival...

He hadn't even tried yet, how could he give up so easily?

Just like the professor said, Ravenclaw students never lack the courage to fight against fate!

"Now is the time, Quirrell," Sebastian said, seeing that Quirrell's momentum had changed, "Fully recall everything you love."

"Prepare to welcome the magic of love!"