Hogwarts: The Strongest Annie Magus In History

Standing in front of Quirrell's office, Charlotte took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door.

"Squeak!"

The old oak wooden door opened automatically, Quirrell sat behind a desk with a smile on his face, he waved and said:

"Come in."

As he spoke, he got up and walked to a low table in the office, picked up a silver-black teapot, and said to Charlotte:

"I brewed my own black tea, would you like a cup? This was given to me by a good friend when I was traveling in Romania last year. It tastes really good. It is perfect with some waffles."

Charlotte didn't dare to drink what he poured out, she refused again and again:

"No, professor, I just had a big chicken curry with rice and a whole glass of pumpkin juice at the restaurant."

"That's a real pity."

Quirrell had a look of regret on his face, he picked up his teacup and took a sip slowly, then said:

"Speaking of which, I used to be a genius at La Wen Crow College. After graduation, I was spotted by Professor Dumbledore and stayed here as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"But I have been teaching for many years, but I have never met a student as talented as you, so I decided to give you special teaching. In the future, you don't have to study step by step like everyone else. I will give you special guidance. .”

If it were someone else, they would have been dazzled by the surprise given by Quirrell at this time, but Charlotte knew very well that there must be demons when things go wrong.

He showed extraordinary magical talents in front of Professor McGonagall, Snape and Filius Flitwick, but these people never gave him any special treatment.

Although Charlotte knew something was wrong in his heart, there was still a look of surprise on his face.

"Professor Quirrell, is this... is this really okay?"

"Of course!" Quirrell said with a smile: "Your talent is worthy of my special teaching to you, and we are La Wen Keluo, there is no need to be bound by those rules and regulations."

After speaking, Quirrell handed a notebook with a black cover to Charlotte.

"This is the notes I made when I was studying at Hogwarts. It contains my learning experience on Defense Against the Dark Arts, as well as some other relatively advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. You can take it back and study it yourself. You can come to me with any questions.”

Charlotte took the notebook carefully, and he didn't open it right away, but said gratefully;

"Thank you Professor Quirrell, I will not let you down."

"I look forward to your performance and hope you can bring glory to La Wen Keluo." Quirrell laughed.

Watching Charlotte walk out of the office.

Quirrell bent down and made a very humble voice:

"Respected master, I have followed your orders, and I will definitely transform this child into your most loyal servant!"

In the next second, a hoarse voice immediately remembered in the office.

"No, you can't do it! He didn't believe you at all, his right hand has been holding the wand tightly, and the magic power in his body is abnormally surging, and he may give you Avada Kedavra in the next second... However, This is really an interesting little guy, he is simply a born dark wizard, you don't need to worry about him anymore, I have my own way, how did you complete the task of cutting the Philosopher's Stone?"

Hearing the sound, the cold sweat on Quirrell's face flowed from his forehead to his chin, and his body was also trembling with fear.

"Dear master, I have already found out that the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden in Hogwarts by Dumbledore, but the gatekeeper is a three-headed dog. I have already found out the way to deal with the three-headed dog. I only need one chance to obtain magic. stone."

"I hope you can do what you say..."

The hoarse voice gradually disappeared in the office room, but Quirrell didn't dare to straighten up for a long time.

And the other side.

Charlotte, who walked out of the office, went straight back to the dormitory.

He didn't believe that Quirrell would be so kind as to give him a notebook that recorded his experience in casting Defense Against the Dark Arts spells. As for what was recorded in this notebook.

Charlotte guessed that it probably recorded some powerful black magic, trying to lure herself to fall in the direction of a dark wizard.

Unfortunately, Voldemort had miscalculated.

Thinking of this, Charlotte moved a few meters away, waved her wand and opened the notebook.

The next moment, a dazzling brilliance lit up from the notebook, and Charlotte felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and after a while, his sight regained clarity.

It was a dark cemetery, surrounded by tombstones and long, grotesque trees.

At this moment, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared, holding a bone-like magic wand in his hand. After seeing Charlotte, he said in a very strange voice:

"Welcome, Charlotte Elvis, you can call me Tom Marward Riddle, or... Voldemort, congratulations on being my chosen one, you will be honored to be the strongest in the world Servant of the wizard, come forward and let me honor you!"

Following the sound of Voldemort's voice, Charlotte felt that her body began to become a little out of control, a little bit like he had been under the Imperius Curse.

But Charlotte immediately regained her composure, waved her wand and called to Voldemort:

"Avada Kedavra!"

As soon as the words fell, a ghastly green light defeated Voldemort who was not far away.

But in the blink of an eye, Voldemort reunited in front of Charlotte again, and angrily shouted:

"Ignorant and humble maggot, you dare to cast the Killing Curse on your great master. You must know that Voldemort is immortal, and you will pay the price for your stupid behavior immediately..."

While speaking, a powerful momentum rushed towards Charlotte.

"Noisy!"

Charlotte said something lightly, and then the whole person turned into a big bird with six wings, soaring straight into the sky.

In just an instant, bursts of hurricanes began to blow in the entire cemetery, and a huge vortex appeared in the clouds above the sky, and silver-white electric snakes were constantly swimming in the vortex.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, a huge bolt of lightning illuminated the entire cemetery.

Voldemort turned into ashes in an instant; the ground under his feet was also torn apart in an instant, and there was a wooden floor made of pine underneath. Charlotte recovered and found that she had returned to the dormitory, and everything just now seemed to be just a dream.

"This is the rumored Dark Lord, is that all?"

"Ding~! Congratulations to the host for defeating Voldemort's wisp of will, rewarding skill points*20, and rewarding the Black Magic Imperius Curse!"

It turned out to be just a wisp of the Dark Lord's will, but there are twenty skill points rewarded!

If Voldemort was really killed, wouldn't there be tens of thousands of skill points rewarded?

Just when Charlotte was very happy for getting 20 skill points, in a room in Hogwarts, Quirrell was kneeling on the ground trembling, his turban had disappeared.

A ferocious face on the back of the head is roaring:

"Kill you, I must kill you!"