Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Quirrell sat under a tree.

Next to him is a dying unicorn.

Silver-white blood gurgled from its abdomen, and it screamed sadly and feebly. Its mane was spread on the dark fallen leaves, as white as pearls.

Quirrell had completely changed at this time.

His eyes were dark, but his pupils were a strange red color.

Fine black cracks extended from his exposed hands and feet to all over his body, like a broken piece of porcelain that had been put back together.

Suddenly, an owl fell from the sky and startled the crows in the forest.

There was a piece of paper tied to the owl's foot. Quirrell took it off and looked at it, his eyes moving slightly.

"Dark Lord, your former servant still seems loyal."

When Voldemort gave him the idea before and asked him to write a letter to Malfoy, he laughed at it.

Does a person who has already betrayed him really have the guts to rejoin his old master?It is more likely that the letter will be delivered to Dumbledore's desk that night.

"I know him." A hissed voice came from under his robes.

"Lucius, my cunning servant. He is not loyal, he just has no choice."

"You are right." Quirrell said lazily, "Your plan succeeded. In a few days, our headmaster will have to leave his beloved Hogwarts."

"Remember your promise," the hissed voice said.

"Of course." Quirrell raised his head and stretched out his right hand hidden under his robe towards the moon.

The hand has turned completely black.

The metallic luster of the scales shines in the moonlight.

"Sacrifice that boy and help me gain unimaginable power. I will keep my promise and give you the magic stone to help you restore your body."

"Hmph hum..." An unknown chuckle came from under the robe, "That's it... the great son of the abyss..."

Quirrell looked at his right hand obsessively, feeling the power contained in it that he had never imagined before.

Just one communication with the abyss gave him such powerful power.

When he sacrifices the "darling of the abyss", what kind of reward will the abyss give him?

So what if we help Voldemort recover his body?If he was sensible, he wouldn't be able to accept him as his subordinate...

Thinking of this, Quirrell stood up suddenly: "Let's go, it's time to choose a suitable cemetery for that boy."

His figure disappeared deep into the woods, and every time he took a step, wisps of black air would rise from the footprints he left behind.

The vegetation withered silently.

……

The new year is coming soon, and the dinner on the eve of the holiday is still extremely sumptuous.

Before the meal, Dumbledore raised his glass and delivered a New Year's speech in his own style.

Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look as he sat down.

Just when the atmosphere was getting heated, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

A group of people walked in accompanied by the wind and snow.

The auditorium fell silent instantly, and people cast their gazes over, sizing them up and guessing their intentions.

No one was afraid, and no one thought there would be any danger.

The old man sitting high up gave people an unparalleled sense of security.

The leader of this group of uninvited guests was a short man, a little stout and bald. His expression was a little embarrassed, but not that embarrassed. He had a sense of schadenfreude.

He was wearing a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, and the long black cape behind him made him look a bit nondescript.

Behind him were a tall dark-skinned wizard and a man with bulging muscles who looked quite strong.

The one who followed at the end was an old face with light blond hair - Lucius Malfoy.

Draco seemed to have a premonition of something and twisted his body uneasily.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then frowned and greeted him: "Mr. Minister, although we do not refuse graduates to attend Hogwarts' New Year's dinner, you'd better send us a letter to inform us before coming. "

"Oh, dear Minerva." Fudge spoke quickly, "Believe me, I don't want to disturb the children's happy gathering on this very memorable day. But I have to come -"

He took a slight step forward, revealing Lucius Malfoy behind him: "It's terrible. If it weren't for Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't have known that such a serious attack had occurred in Hogwarts -"

"One child was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and another was seriously injured. It's too much. There hasn't been such a vicious incident in many years..."

"We didn't expect it." Professor McGonagall said a little irritably, "The suspect escaped, and all our teachers are looking for him——"

Reason prevented her from saying Voldemort's name in public.

"Oh, yes. But I think that if something like this happened, we should at least notify our Ministry of Magic first." Fudge patted the strong man next to him on the arm. "Our Auror boy is very willing to help him respect My alma mater and all the teachers have solved the difficulties——"

"You're right, Cornelius." Professor McGonagall wanted to say something else, but Dumbledore interrupted her.

His tone was heavy.

"This is Hogwarts's mistake, and it's also my mistake. I can only promise that there won't be another time-"

"Of course, I believe you." Fudge said, playing with his top hat in his hand, "but the parents of the students don't seem to think so -" He cast his questioning eyes on Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius cursed inwardly. He originally wanted to go directly to Dumbledore's office with Fudge.

He never expected that Fudge would lead him directly into the Great Hall of Hogwarts!

He was very aware of Fudge's little thoughts and wanted to attack Dumbledore and discredit him.

He was also happy to do this before, provided that he was not the one at the front.

But the matter had come to this, and he had no room to retreat.

Lucius nodded bravely and said softly: "Draco's injury made his mother and I very unhappy this time. We want to see some people punished... instead of like now, Act like nothing happened.”

Draco was shaking all over. The sights coming from around him made him feel on pins and needles, and he wanted to go down and drag his father away right away.

Jerry put down his fork, wondering.

Draco's injury happened a few months ago. If Lucius had a problem with it, he should have launched an attack long ago. Why wait until today?

Jerry had reminded him in the office that Voldemort didn't take him seriously at all, and it was Voldemort's fault that his son was seriously injured.

Even if he refused to believe this and was determined to get rid of Dumbledore, he shouldn't be the first to do so.

This doesn't fit his personality!

Or, who was forcing him?