The Fake Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

"Dong dong dong" The fierce knocking on the door woke Olai up from his sweet dream. This was the first peaceful sleep Olai had ever had since he traveled to this world.

Due to the number of people in Ole's Slytherin class, his dormitory is a nice single room.Just as he was thinking about this, Ole opened the door with half-squinted eyes, and the old bat's black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ole Carlson! How dare you be late for the first class of school! Come to solitary confinement at night too!"

The sunken folds and bulging veins on Snape's face were criss-crossed, indicating his anger at this time. Ole's hazy sleepy eyes widened when he saw his face.

"Professor...I didn't mean it. Who made me have no roommates in my dormitory?"

Ole looked at Snape's increasingly terrifying expression and was so frightened that he closed the door directly, but he immediately regretted it because when he closed the door, he seemed to encounter some resistance and a low howl.

Ole thought to himself that if the door of Hogwarts hadn't been hit, it would have been Snape's hooked nose.Thinking of this, Ole quickly dressed up, picked up his wand and books, squatted at the door and prepared to open the door, then he started running and sprinted out.

Ole didn't seem to see Snape through the keyhole. He opened the door and rushed out.

"Bang!" The moment Ole opened the door, he hit Snape directly, and because he was squatting and sprinting, it seemed to cause greater trauma to Snape.

Ole watched Snape's face turn from red to purple, laughed awkwardly and ran away quickly, shouting "Professor, I'm sorry!"

"Ole Carlson! Give me a semester of solitary confinement and you'll never come out again!"

The pain in Snape's roar was so intense that Ole shrank his head angrily, and then hurriedly ran into the Charms classroom.

Professor Flitwick stood on the towering pile of books and looked at Ole. Even if he was a good old man, he would be a little angry at this boy who was late for the first class.

"This classmate dares to be late on the second day of school. Let him show us the correct way to release the levitating spell."

Ole, who was leaning on the wall and breathing heavily, heard Professor Flitwick's words and quickly opened the standard spells. After glancing at the spell gesture, he calmed down his breathing and began to chant the spell.

"Wingardiumleviosa"

Several small black snakes flew out from the tip of the wand, rolled up their feathers and flew into the sky. A few drops of venom from the snake's mouth fell to the ground, corroding several small pits.

"I should consider this a success, Professor."

Ole looked at Flitwick with a guilty conscience. He seemed to have never seen a student with such a "special" floating spell. He twitched the corner of his mouth a few times and asked Ole to return to his seat and sit down.

When the little wizards around saw the magic released by Ole, they also made a commotion. They didn't stop until Professor Flitwick shouted loudly.

For the next half of the class, Professor Flitwick looked at Ole in an unusual way. It was a bit like looking at a rare animal, but there was also some defensiveness in it.

It wasn't until Ole walked out of the classroom after class that Professor Flitwick hurried to the principal's office.

"Ole Carlson, follow me to the office now." Snape's cold voice sounded from behind Ole, and his cold gaze made him shudder.

Ole followed Snape, and his black cloak flew up and hit him from time to time, which made Ole seriously suspect that Snape was controlling him.

"Mr. Carlson, your confinement has been moved to Professor Quirrell's office. I hope you can take care of yourself."

"Quirrell! Why?" Ole almost yelled this sentence. Voldemort was possessing him at this time, so going to him to be put in confinement would not be a fool's errand!

Snape raised his head and stared at Ole with his blank eyes. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head to avoid being caught by Legilimency.

Snape, who looked at Ole, did not continue the topic, but took him to the Potions classroom.

At this time, in the principal's room, Professor Flitwick was "facing" Dumbledore, opening his mouth to say something.

"Dumbledore, Ole's magic power seems to be abnormal. The spell he releases seems to have the characteristics of black magic. To be honest, I don't know why. I'm afraid it can only be explained by the abnormal magic power."

Dumbledore sat in his chair and didn't answer, but he stroked the elder wand with increasing frequency.

"I don't think it's his fault, but I'm surprised that Quirrell insisted on moving Ole's confinement to his office. Maybe his identity needs to be reconsidered."

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Ole, holding the crucible in his hand, followed the old bat's footsteps into the Potions classroom. It was a dark basement, just like the lair where the old bat lived.

In the first Potions class, the old bat still said the classic opening remarks to fool the young wizards into making strange potions.

"Mr. Potter! What do you get when you add narcissus root to mugwort root infusion?"

Ole looked at Harry who was hesitating, gloating and waiting for Snape's next two questions, but suddenly the old bat's eyes turned around.

"Mr. Carlson, I see on your face that you are very confident that you can answer this question correctly."

Although this question was out of scope, it happened to hit Ole's major, so he stood up confidently.

"The water of life and death can be obtained by adding narcissus root to wormwood infusion, professor. And the water of life and death is also called the living hell decoction. The flower language of narcissus root and wormwood infusion is..."

"Stop! You can finish your answer! Please sit down!"

The tone of Snape's originally low voice rose a little, and his empty eyes were filled with anger, but then it was extinguished by endless sadness.

After asking Ole, Snape's memories seemed to be aroused, and he even looked at Harry a little softer.

"Mr. Potter, can you please take a seat..."

Snape devoted the whole class to explaining theoretical knowledge without any practical practice, but his cold gaze was always fixed on Ole.

For a moment, Ole even felt like a poisonous snake crawling on his body. Maybe it was because Lily's attitude towards Harry had softened a lot, so he kept staring at Ole.

It was not until get out of class was over that Ole finally relaxed. The old bat's gaze was indeed well-deserved. He sat slumped and listened to the voices of the little wizards around him, and soon felt something was wrong.

"That's him! It's said to be a dark wizard, he doesn't seem to be a good person, and he's from Slytherin!"

"What good person can there be in Slytherin? Stay away from him."

Listening to the discussion of the Gryffindor wizards nearby, Ole also felt a drum in his heart. Even they thought so, so what should Dumbledore think of him.

Maybe Dumbledore had some objections to putting Ole in solitary confinement with Quirrell. Ole's hand holding the wand was covered with sweat at the thought.

No one wants the third Dark Lord to appear more than Dumbledore, no one!