Hogwarts: Restore The Glory Of The Black Family

The nights at Hogwarts always seemed so peaceful, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard from the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

Inside the castle, Argus Filch held an oil lamp and listened to the sounds in the corridor from time to time.

A cat came out of the corner, and Filch knelt down to pet it.

"Mrs. Lorris, did you find anything?"

The cat just enjoyed Filch's smooth fur and purred.

"Disobedient little wizards should be punished. Hogwarts is a place for learning, but hunger can make them naughty.

The hoarse voice echoed in the corridor. It was obvious that Filch was enjoying his nightly patrols. The torture chamber in his room had not been used for a long time.

Although Principal Dumbledore forbids him from using it on young wizards, it can still be used to scare people.

Filch was very excited when he thought of this.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the castle, the black curtains look depressing, and the room at the back is where Quirrell, the defense teacher, lives.

In the room, Quirrell was kneeling in front of the desk, with no one in front of him.

The scarf on his head also disappeared at this time, and an extremely ugly face was attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

A hoarse snake-like roar sounded.

"Damn Dumbledore, with no trace of the grace of a great wizard, actually framed the great Dark Lord for stealing gold galleons.

"Such insults are unacceptable to me. I will fight Dumbledore."

"The Daily Prophet is a liar, I didn't get anything from Gringotts at all.

"Cunning old wizard, it's a trap, yes, Quirrell, it's a trap."

"Using my desire for the Philosopher's Stone, you actually framed me. This is slander. How can the Dark Lord be a thief?"

Quirrell was on the ground, not daring to raise his head, trying his best to cover up his presence, like an ostrich.

The face on the back of the head scolded the servant for a long time but did not see a response. He said in a conspiratorial manner: "Quirrell, this operation failed. Whose fault do you think it is?"

Quirrell's thin body suddenly trembled. Voldemort's words made Quirrell react in fear.

"My master, a great being in the wizarding world, it was my subordinate's mistake that allowed Dumbledore to find the opportunity to slander you.

It was obvious that Quirrell's IQ was on the line now. How could he, who was born in Ravenclaw, not understand Voldemort's current mood.

"That's right, it's all your fault, it's your damn weakness that makes me unable to show my full strength.

After Voldemort finished speaking, he recited the curse with a twisted face, and Quirrell covered his head and rolled on the ground.

"Ah, my master, I don't dare anymore. Merciful Lord Dark Lord, please spare me.

Quirrell's miserable howl echoed through the bedroom.

Looking at the tortured Quirrell, Voldemort felt a sense of relief in his heart. He was not worried that Quirrell's movements would attract attention in Hogwarts. He issued a spell to seal the bedroom, ensuring that no sound could escape.

Quirrell's painful screams made Voldemort feel as if his time had returned, and he was still the terrifying Dark Lord.

A few minutes passed, and Voldemort also broke the spell. After all, he only had Quirrell by his side at the moment, and he would still be needed to do things in the future.

Otherwise, according to his temper as the Dark Lord, he would have become an Avatar long ago.

Quirrell lay on the ground like a dead fish, gasping for air, dripping with cold sweat, as if he had just emerged from the water.

After calming down, Voldemort ignored Quirrell and analyzed what happened.

With Quirrell's body, he broke into Gringotts and went all the way down.

When Hagrid took Harry into Diagon Alley that day, he possessed Quirrell. Following him, he already knew the specific location where Hagrid stored the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts.

Take action only when you are ready.

For this action, Voldemort endured it and did not make a sound when he saw Harry with his own aura on his body.

Unexpectedly, the plan failed.

"The old guy is really cunning. Since the Philosopher's Stone is not in Gringotts, where is the safest place in the wizarding world? Quirrell, stop pretending to be dead."

Hearing Voldemort's voice, Quirrell quickly climbed up from the ground and replied tremblingly: "Master, the safest place in the wizarding world besides Gringotts is Hogwarts."

"Yeah~ That's right, it's Hogwarts. Quirrell, you are finally smart for once. You are worthy of being a servant of the Dark Lord."

"Of course, Lord Dark Lord, your most loyal servant also graduated from Ravenclaw.

"Shut up, damn thing, who asked you this?"

Voldemort was possessing Quirrell's brain, and Quirrell's thoughts were completely invisible to him. Just now, his servant actually felt a sense of pride.

Damn it, Ravenclaw has nothing to be proud of, they are all a bunch of damn, arrogant, selfish guys.

Slytherin students are the best at Hogwarts.

However, Voldemort was still very satisfied with Quirrell. Not everyone had the ability to find his Horcrux under ancient ruins.

It is precisely because of this that he can see the light of day again.

""|| Quirrell, follow me, you will witness the day when the wizarding world changes. Now there is a task for you. If you do it well, your reputation in the wizarding world will definitely exceed that of Dumbledore in the future, and it will be written into the history of magic. The presence. "

Voldemort bewitched Quirrell, and he certainly knew what Quirrell's heart longed for. Quirrell, who was born in Ravenclaw, longed for fame.

He vowed to become a famous wizard in the wizarding world and gain international fame.

Exploring ancient ruins was Quirrell's idea, otherwise he wouldn't have met him.

Sure enough, after hearing the future described by Voldemort, Quirrell's eyes were filled with magical longing, and his pale face turned rosy.

"Master, please be sure to leave the task to your loyal servant."

"Okay, since you have made a sincere request, of course I will satisfy you, great Lord.

Voldemort lowered his voice and spoke his plan, completely forgetting that he had cast a spell before and the sound in the bedroom could not be heard.

"You are going to visit the castle at night today. You must find out what is wrong with Hogwarts. Don't jump into the trap and alert the enemy. This devil has other plans."

Quirrell nodded quickly, the face on the back of his head rising and falling.

"Okay, you damn idiot, I'm going to be knocked unconscious by you, why don't you go quickly?"

After saying this, Voldemort closed his eyes. His previous actions had consumed a lot of his magic power, and he had to find a way to make up for it.

He didn't have the energy to keep an eye on Quirrell, so he could only arrange things.

Quirrell felt the Dark Lord's deep sleep, picked up the scarf from the desk, and carefully wrapped his entire head.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he took out his wand and cast the disembodiment spell, covering up the smell on his body, and disappeared into the classroom. .