time at hogwarts

Magos looked at the green light that slowly gathered in Voldemort's hand with his wand and said he was not afraid that he would be lying.Now he has no Occlumency to control his emotions, and has been swallowed up by endless fear and regret.

Voldemort looked at Magos's empty eyes and couldn't help showing an ugly smile. The expression of the victim made him addicted. Letting the enemies or these Mudbloods who shouldn't exist to die in despair is what he likes to do most. thing.He hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure for a long time, so he slowed down the spell that he could recite quickly. He wanted him to watch him die bit by bit.

"...Death...No, how is this possible?" The green light suddenly went out when it was at its strongest. Voldemort showed an unbelievable look in his eyes, and then the face attached to the back of Quirrell's head was in his struggle. gradually disappear.

"No..." A voice full of resentment and unwillingness became his last echo.

Magos was overwhelmed by the sudden change. He thought he would die when he saw this scene, his heart beat rapidly. Voldemort's changes made him unable to react, but he knew one thing, he might have a chance to survive.

"Magos, I'm sorry for scaring you." The shadow turned around slowly.

"Qi, Professor Quirrell, is that you?" The black shadow's words made Magos know the reason why he could survive at once. Quirrell revealed his own soul and saved him.

"It's me, I'm sorry to make you like this." Quirrell had turned around at this time, using his wand to emit a soft light, his face was pale but there was a hint of a smile.

"Petrochemical release!"

Magos felt that he could move. From death to life, he knew for the first time how wonderful it was to be able to move. At least he could make some useless struggles instead of watching himself die.After getting excited, it suddenly occurred to me that True Quirrell had been known by the impostor and Voldemort, so he...

"Professor, you..." He was interrupted by Quirrell before he could finish his words.The professor smiled.

"I brought this all on myself. You shouldn't feel sorry for me. On the contrary you should hate you. I brought this devil to Hogwarts. Go ahead and get your wand and send the signal. The Headmaster may not be here now." Alarmed, he will come over as soon as he sees the signal." After saying that, he wanted to hand the wand to Magos, but his hand stopped moving halfway, and a disembodied voice came from the back of his head, making people subconscious. I just want to believe what he said.

"Qui Luo, I didn't expect you to be alive. Have you forgotten our deal? We can still continue."

"You devil, do you think I will believe what you say? And don't ever think about controlling me again." Quirrell shouted the last sentence. His face was red and veins were popping out, as if something was trying to escape from him. He came out of his body and was pressed tightly by him.

"McGoss, hurry up... I can't hold on... much longer." Quirrell tried hard to loosen his grip on the wand and said with difficulty.

"Professor." Magos's eyes were red. He suppressed his sadness and picked up his wand and prepared to run out of the hole.

"McGos Will, right? When did Gryffindor stand for ungratefulness?" Voldemort's voice made Magos hesitate, then ignored him and continued to run outside.

"Wait." The superiority in his voice was no longer there, and he felt a little frustrated.

"If you don't want Quirrell to disappear forever, then stop. I don't have to kill him."

"Master, you must kill him, and why is there anyone else in my body?" Fake Quirrell's horrified voice also came out, and he was actually able to speak.

"Shut up, you idiot." Voldemort roared, and the fake Quirrell's voice no longer appeared.

"How about, Will, we can make a deal. If you don't report my existence, I will let Quirrell live."

Magos stopped and looked at the painful Quirrell hesitantly.

"No, believe him, Magos." Professor Quirrell spat out a few words with difficulty.

"Is this your attitude towards the deal?" Magos looked at Quirrell's back fiercely. He had a feeling that Voldemort could see his expression.

"Then I can show some sincerity." After saying this, Magos saw Professor Quirrell's expression soften.

Professor Quirrell's eyes were red and he once again asked Magos to go out and send out the signal. He could not believe his words no matter what.Voldemort was indifferent to Quirrell's words and did not try to say anything else, as if he was convinced that Magos would not give up on him.

There was silence in the cave for a while, and Magos slowly said, "What deal do you want to make? As long as I don't report you, can you let Professor Quirrell go?"

"Of course, but if you want me to leave Quirrell's body, you must help me get what I want, otherwise, both you and him will die, and even if I disappear now, I will appear again in the future, don't doubt it My words." The words spoken in a sinister tone would make the uninformed feel baffled, but Magos knew that he did have confidence. The seven Horcruxes meant that he had seven lives.But he

Knowing that he could no longer show that he knew too much now, he looked into the darkness with a sullen look.

"Yes, you can kill both of us, but you can't leave Hogwarts alive. Don't think I don't know. You will definitely not be Principal Dumbledore's opponent. Otherwise, how could you sneak in? .”

After saying this, Magos felt as if he was being stared at by a wounded, crazy beast.It made him tremble involuntarily.It took a while for this feeling to disappear.

"Dumbledore, ha, White Wizard No. 1, I am indeed no match for him now, but, what about in the future..." The following words became so low that they were completely inaudible.

"Stop talking nonsense. My patience is limited. If you don't give me an answer, you will die here together."

"Don't promise him." Professor Quirrell hurriedly spoke again. No one knew Voldemort's lies better than him.If Magos really helped him get that thing, he would definitely kill them both without hesitation.

"Professor, I will definitely save you." Magos ignored Quirrell's words and looked into the darkness again.

"I agree to the deal, but I have a condition..."

"Conditions? There is actually a Muggle wizard who dares to make terms with me?" Before Magos could finish his words, he was interrupted by the suddenly violent Voldemort. The black magic became more and more solidified in the cave, and finally formed a ball covering the entire cave. Big black face.

"How dare you make conditions with me." The big black face roared, and Magos was directly pushed into the corner by the opponent's momentum.Unable to struggle.However, he also saw that Voldemort still looked so invincible without Quirrell's carrier, but that was all it looked like. If he really still had the power, he would definitely not play these tricks and would not hesitate. kill him.This sullen expression was much better than his.

Magos gritted his teeth and looked at the black one, glaring at him, showing that if you don't agree, everyone will die together.

The big black face looked at him coldly for a while and suddenly bumped into him.Although it has no entity, its power cannot be underestimated.He flew several meters away directly against the wall.After Magos fell to the ground, he felt like his whole body was falling apart, and there was no pain anywhere.After hitting him, the big black face slowly dispersed.

"Tell me, what are your conditions?" Voldemort asked calmly as if nothing had happened.

But Magos could hear the feeling of humiliation in his tone, which made him feel inexplicably proud. Who else could make Voldemort feel humiliated besides Dumbledore?

"Destroy the false Quirrell. Let the real Professor Quirrell appear from now on." Professor Quirrell was moved by Magos's words. He opened his mouth and found that he could not speak. Who would be willing to die if he could live, and McGoose's words Goss was adamant and could tell that no matter what he said he wouldn't listen.

Voldemort fell into silence, and it was hard to tell whether he didn't answer because he lost face or because he didn't want to lose the fake Quirrell.Magos sat in the corner and waited quietly for Voldemort to speak.

"I promise." After Voldemort said these three words, Quirrell's fake voice appeared.

"Master doesn't want it." Fake Quirrell's voice was full of panic. He never expected that his master would give up on him just as he said he would give up on him. "Master..." He disappeared as soon as the second word came out.

Magos looked at Professor Quirrell. The professor closed his eyes, felt it, and nodded to him.

Although the fake Quirrell was an enemy, and what Voldemort did was what he asked for, such an ending not only did not make him happy, but made him even more chilled. For such a sincere subordinate, if he said he didn't want it, he wouldn't want it. He felt that if he stood on From his point of view, he would at least try to say a few words. Unexpectedly, he thought about it for those few seconds, and it was probably because of his face.

"Now that our deal is established, Will of Magos, if you fail to get what I want, I will definitely make your life worse than death."

"I will."

"And in order to prevent you from suddenly reporting, I think we need a contract." Voldemort has never believed in friendship or persistence. In his eyes, the reason why Magos did not rush to report is because his brain suddenly became abnormal or I felt a little sorry for giving up Quirrell, and I would definitely tell him when he got out and became normal again.

A piece of parchment floated out of Quirrell's body.The contents of the contract slowly emerged above.

"Let Professor Quirrell take a look first." Magos knew how much he weighed, but he couldn't see that there was something wrong with the contract.

Sure enough, there was indeed something wrong with the contract. After Magos finished speaking, the contract did not float to Quirrell immediately. It seemed that some hidden loopholes had been modified.

Professor Quirrell was now more interested in Magos than himself. He read every letter of the contract carefully several times, and only said it was okay when Voldemort became impatient.

Magos took a look at the contents of the contract, and it roughly stated that if he told the truth before he got the items he requested, his whole body would fester and his magic power would decline.And if he fails to fulfill his promise after getting the item, his soul will completely dissipate.