Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

In an open space in the center of the Forbidden Forest, Hermione was thrown to the ground tightly bound. In front of her, a black shadow was concentrating on drawing complicated patterns on the ground.

Facing this horrifying scene, Hermione's first reaction was not anger, but sadness.

"What did you do to Hagrid?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth, afraid of hearing the frightening news.

Her thoughts couldn't help but go back to a few hours ago.

When he visited Hagrid before, he mentioned that some kind of unknown creature appeared in the Forbidden Forest and was murdering the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. During this time, he had been patrolling the Forbidden Forest, trying to find out who it was. murderer.

Hermione didn't take this matter to heart at the time. Although the unicorn contained powerful magic, its own fighting power was not strong. Whether it was a legendary werewolf or a vampire, it could cause harm to it.

From Hagrid's description, these unicorns all died after their blood was sucked dry. Hermione was more likely to think that vampires who came from nowhere ended up in Hogwarts.

Hagrid agreed with this very much. He knew that Hermione often spent time in the library, so he asked the girl to help him find some ways to deal with vampires.

This afternoon, while Hermione was flipping through a book called "The Origin, Habits and Dangers of Vampires", she saw this paragraph:

"As we all know, vampires prefer blood containing powerful magic. Compared with the blood of wizards, they prefer the blood of magical creatures such as dragon blood and thunderbird blood.

Among the many magical creatures, unicorn blood is the only exception and taboo.Although unicorn blood has a series of attractive effects such as longevity and longevity, these obviously have limited appeal to vampires with long lifespans, and the curse contained in its blood makes vampires stay away..."

Hermione was suddenly shocked. Her previous guess was completely wrong!

The murderer was not a vampire.

Combining the previously mentioned effects of life extension and life extension, and thinking about who now has an urgent need for life extension, even if they are willing to bear the curse, Hermione came to a conclusion that she couldn't believe -

During his time away from Hogwarts, Voldemort had been relying on hunting unicorns to sustain his life, and he was hiding in the Forbidden Forest!

Thinking again that Hagrid has been patrolling the Forbidden Forest for a while, once the two of them collide...

Thinking of this, Hermione's hair stood on end. She didn't even have time to pack her schoolbag. She ran directly to Hagrid's hut, trying to persuade Hagrid to be more vigilant and not go to the Forbidden Forest before Dumbledore came back.

When I walked out of the castle gate, I realized that at this time, only half of the sun's face was left in the distance, and its last afterglow shone on the earth.

There was no one in Hagrid's hut at this time, not even the big dog tooth was missing. The windows were dark, like a monster's mouth, picking out people and devouring them.

An ominous premonition arose in Hermione's heart, and she cautiously stepped forward to knock on the door, but unexpectedly the door opened as soon as she pushed it.

Behind the door was a messy scene, with pots and pans, sheets and quilts scattered all over the floor, and a big snake coiled in the center of the room, spitting messages at her.

Hermione immediately wanted to turn around and leave. The next moment, her vision went dark, and when she woke up again, she was brought here.

She recognized the guy in black robes. Even though he looked completely different now, she still said his name: "Quirrell, what did you do to Hagrid?"

"Oh?" Quirrell stopped what he was doing and looked towards her.

Hermione discovered that Quirrell's eyes were now completely black, and two red light spots could be seen at the center of the pupil.

"The first thing you do when you wake up is not to care about your own safety, but to care more about that ridiculous bastard? You are also a hypocrite..."

"Qi Luo, don't be deceived by Voldemort. All he has left is his soul and shadow. He can't bring you what you want..."

"Voldemort? Hahaha..." Quirrell threw his head back and laughed when he heard this, and his laughter like a night owl spread in the night.

"Is this the Voldemort you are talking about?"

As if by magic, Quirrell took out a glass bottle from under his robe. The glass bottle was filled with black gas, and a snake-like face without a nose could be vaguely seen in it.

He said jokingly to the bottle: "Dark Lord... did you hear that? That little girl said you were lying to me..."

A hissing, glib voice came from the bottle: "Great Lord Quirrell, how dare I lie to you... That damn mudblood has always only talked nonsense and deceived people. How about you kill him first?" Let her go..."

Hermione was shocked to see that the thing that looked like Voldemort was flattering Quirrell, and groveling and flattering words kept coming out of the bottle.

"Hehehe..." Quirrell stroked the bottle with a little nostalgia in his tone, "Did you know? I met the Dark Lord on my way around the world. At that time, I was still a silly young man, working for the Dark Lord. Fascinated by the power of The boy named Jerry lost interest in the Sorcerer's Stone, and I helped him get a perfect opportunity to face the boy..."

"You must also know what happened next. The Dark Lord suffered unprecedented failure and humiliation from that boy. Once the accumulated strength was gone, he became extremely weak..."

"At that time, I was possessed by the Dark Lord for too long, and my life was not long... At that time, my mind suddenly became extremely clear... So I thought, if I must surrender to the strongest person, that person It should be Jerry Yoder, and instead of surrendering to others, why can't I be the strongest person?"

"If you ask me, it is beneficial for a person to see more things and go to more places. You simply can't believe that when I was gradually weakening and about to die, I actually met an even weaker Dark Lord, and just by chance, I In a pyramid in Egypt, I learned a magic specifically to deal with dead souls..."

"Those ancient pharaohs had a unique understanding of the realm of the undead..."

"I captured the Dark Lord and learned a lot from him. I knew why he cared about that child more than the Sorcerer's Stone, and I knew the shortcut to power..."

"...Jerry Yoder, I'm jealous of that child... He was born the darling of the abyss, and he was born with power that I can't match... But all this is in the past, and when I sacrifice him to the abyss, I am the new Son of the Abyss... No one can stop me, I am the third generation Dark Lord!"