Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Besides, who let him wander around with a face like that? Isn't it normal for boys to dislike him?"

Hearing this, thinking of Jerry's handsome appearance and those nymphomaniacs who discussed him every day, Harry suddenly understood the thoughts of those boys.

"What I'm more curious about is-" Hermione nodded her chin thoughtfully, "Who wants to kill Malfoy?"

"Isn't it Voldemort?" Harry said. Ron beside him shuddered when he heard the name. He gritted his teeth, "Please, don't say that name -"

Hermione ignored him: "Use your brain, Harry. Voldemort was in Snape's office at the time, and it was impossible to curse Malfoy on the pitch at the same time."

"You mean..." Harry said slowly, "There is an undiscovered associate of Voldemort in the school?"

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Moreover, did Voldemort go to Hogwarts with all his strength just to attack a few young wizards?"

As if a bolt of lightning separated the haze, Harry's mind suddenly became extremely clear: "The corridor on the fourth floor! There must be what Voldemort is looking for there!"

……

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, the dense cedar forest blocks the sun all year round. On the ground, a few low beech trees stand crookedly, like tortured people, raising their hands to the sky.

Under one of the beech trees, there was a hole dug by some animal.

In the hole, two gray rabbits lay there quietly, stiff, and next to them was a monster that looked like a snake and a baby.

After absorbing the vitality of the two gray rabbits, Voldemort finally regained some strength. He lay in the cave, extremely weak - just like when he fled to the Albanian forest in a panic 11 years ago.

"Albus Dumbledore! Jerry Yoder! Harry Potter! Severus Snape!"

He muttered these names silently, hatred would give him strength.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a rustling sound outside the cave.

It was the sound of leather heels hitting the grass.

Voldemort's heart began to stir.

No one understands the weaknesses of human nature better than him. Even if he has lost his power and is extremely weak, most wizards will not be his opponent.

Soon, the visitor stopped at the entrance of the cave and let out a light sigh.

This voice sounded familiar... Voldemort didn't think too much. He squeezed out the last bit of his strength and created a black mist, with a pale face looming in the black mist.

"Child, I can see the confusion in your heart... Quirrell?"

After seeing the person coming, Voldemort was startled at first, and then felt ecstatic.

From the moment he left Quirrell's body, it was equivalent to declaring Quirrell's death sentence - his soul had already been exhausted and he would not live much longer.

Before leaving, he also gave Quirrell one last order. Regardless of whether he successfully executed it or not, he would definitely be controlled by Dumbledore, and Snape would not be stingy with a little Veritaserum.

Voldemort would never have thought that just when he was about to forget about this incident, Quirrell would actually appear in front of him again.

That's right, with Dumbledore's hypocritical temperament, as long as there is no conclusive evidence that he possesses Quirrell, he will not do anything to him.

It's a pity that with Quirrell's current weak soul, there is no benefit in possessing him, but he can trick a student into coming here...

Thinking of this, Voldemort spoke: "My loyal servant..."

……

Quirrell was disappointed.

He looked down at his former "master".

This man looks neither human nor ghost, so weak and pitiful.

When I first met my master in the Albanian forest, he was so strong and wise.

He was deeply impressed, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to let the master possess him and support him with his soul and life.He also took great risks to return to Hogwarts, under the hooked nose of the person the master fears the most.

He diligently fulfilled his master's instructions, but witnessed failure time and time again.

Quirrell became increasingly disappointed. This was not the Dark Lord he imagined, but just a reckless man who relied on great power to do whatever he wanted.

When he lost his power, his true colors were revealed.Not to mention Dumbledore, even a little boy couldn't handle it!

When he saw Jerry and Snape taking the boy to the hospital.He knew that Master... no, Voldemort was finished.

Dumbledore would not let him go - fortunately, Voldemort attracted most of his attention, and Quirrell was able to find a loophole and plunge into the Forbidden Forest.

He knew that his life was short, but while Voldemort was possessing him, he got a recipe from Voldemort to extend his life with unicorn blood.

Quirrell had no choice, he didn't want to die.He wandered in the Forbidden Forest, hoping to find a lone unicorn. Unexpectedly, he didn't find the unicorn, but found another interesting thing...

"Great master..." Quirrell said, "What brought you to this state?"

Voldemort instinctively felt something was wrong, but his resentment towards Jerry made him ignore it.

"That damn boy! He rejected Voldemort's kindness! Did he think that Dumbledore would give him more than me?"

"Dumbledore may not bring him more, but at least he won't harm him, right?"

"Ok?"

Voldemort finally discovered the source of something wrong. The gullible, timid and timid young man was staring at him coldly, like a hunter sizing up his prey.

Voldemort had a ridiculous feeling. I, the great Voldemort, was actually regarded as the target of hunting? !

"Quirrell, how dare you speak to your master like this?"

"My master is the great and invincible Dark Lord, not a wretch hiding in the gutter and lingering!"

Quirrell stretched out two fingers and pinched the baby-like monster out of the hole.

His fingers were cold, and as soon as they touched the baby's tender skin, goosebumps appeared on them.

"Quirrell! What...what are you going to do?" Voldemort screamed, large waves of black energy filled the air from his body, and countless voices rang in Quirrell's ears, trying to seduce him and control him.

Quirrell found himself becoming weak and drowsy...

"Shut up! You loser!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth and said, waving his wand and conjuring an open glass bottle.

"You...you have to do...wuwu..."

Quirrell stuffed Voldemort unceremoniously into it, plugged the cork at the same time, and cast all the protective spells he knew on the glass bottle.

Voldemort was still struggling desperately at first, but after Quirrell shook the glass bottle vigorously a few times, he immediately calmed down.

Quirrell stuffed the bottle into his cloak and disappeared into the woods. What he didn't notice was that a black energy quietly wrapped around him...