Hogwarts founder returns to campus

"Don't you think it's weird that you're wearing a garlic-smelling headscarf?" Salazar said lazily.

"So I usually avoid going out." Quirrell felt that his tone was like a child receiving teacher guidance, "Can you help me get rid of him?"

"Not yet, you and his soul are connected together, it will not be so easy to separate." Salazar shook his head.

"Then I..." Quirrell felt that the hope that had just risen was shattered in an instant.

"One year, I will help you find a solution this school year, I think it can be done." Salazar said leisurely, "Since you have shown your sincerity to me, I will do something to repay you. "

"In this energy field, your senses have been accelerated, so it may be more than ten minutes now, in fact, it may be that you have experienced a minute of stupor, you don't have to worry about the thing at the back of your head discovering your abnormality .”

Salazar's words dispelled Quirrell's worries. He nodded and thought for a while and asked, "You want to erase this memory of mine, right?"

"That's why wizards born in Ravenclaw can really turn their brains fast enough." Salazar exclaimed, "When I help you solve the problem on the back of your head, this memory will return to its original owner. Now I It’s just for temporary storage.”

"You trust me so much?" Quirrell asked confused.

"Trust is mutual. I will extract that memory from your mind and fill it in, so that the thing at the back of your head will not be suspicious." Salazar smiled teasingly, " I'm going to take and stuff things in your head, can you trust me?"

This time, Quirrell dared to look directly into Salazar's eyes. After looking at those black jewel-like eyes, he nodded heavily: "Come on!"

Salazar's fingertips were slightly cold, but when his fingers touched his temple, he felt a kind of warmth.

This kind of warmth kept seeping into his head, but after two breaths, Quirrell felt as if something had been brought out with this warmth.

Quirrell's consciousness began to blur. He saw a silver thread wrapped around Salazar's fingertips. This silver thread slowly condensed together and became a silver ring.

As the field of vision became darker and darker, the surrounding voices were gradually obscured, and only Salazar's mouth could be seen opening and closing, as if to say something.

"Qiluo, I look forward to our cooperation after your memory comes back."

Sarah saw that Quirrell had closed his eyes, and he separated an untraceable thread from the silver ring.

The silk thread twisted and changed in the air, and finally stretched again, forming a silver thread.

After completing this incision, he filled the adjusted and modified memory into Quirrell's already incomplete memory gap...

"Quirrell! Wake up! Are you going to die in the sun here?"

Quirrell seemed to hear himself talking to himself, but his voice was deeper, hoarse, and more sinister.

With a severe headache, he suddenly remembered who made this voice: it was already parasitic on the back of his head, and he was called the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard ever-Voldemort.

"How long have I been lying?" Quirrell asked.

"It's also a minute or two." Voldemort's voice was full of impatience. "Get out of here quickly! I don't want to be in the sun!"

As Quirrell rose to his feet, Voldemort continued to berate the back of his head, but not for long.

Voldemort's current state may not be as good as a ghost. Most of the time, if he is not stimulated, he needs a long sleep to ensure his physical strength.

However, the feeling brought to Quirrell by this reprimand is different from any previous one. His fear of Voldemort has been weakened to the point where it is almost eliminated.

I don't know why there is a pair of black gemstones in his mind. As long as there is fear in his heart, the pair of black gemstones will appear to help him dispel fear and make him feel at ease.

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"Salazar, are you sick? You haven't looked very well since you came to the auditorium just now." Hannah asked aside.

"Do you have a headache? Let me see you." Justin said aside.

Salazar came back to his senses, the flame brand on his right hand was normal under his control, but the burning tingling still stimulated his nerves.

This is still a silent power, even if he has basically controlled it, it is still a bit inconvenient.

If there are suitable materials, it is best to make a magic wand, but the premise is that it can obtain silent approval.

"It's over, today's class is too boring." Cassandra was checking her class schedule.

This was the case for the much-anticipated first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. In addition, there was a History of Magic class today. For the adventurous Miss Scamander, it was really a torment.

"It's almost the weekend! I remember we only had one flying lesson on Friday, right?" Justin mumbled as he munched on his lamb chops.

"You can look forward to this one!" Cassandra's frowning brows were relaxed, and she drew a nail mark on the place that belonged to the flight class.

"By the way, have you heard? Something happened to Gryffindor recently." Ernie said as he put down the empty orange cup.

Cassandra immediately shifted her attention from the schedule: "What happened to Gryffindor? There are still things I don't know?"

"You're from Hufflepuff, how could you know so much about Gryffindor?" Ernie smiled and wiped off all the oil stains on his mouth, "I heard from Ron, he said that their college president recently You can see a snake with emerald green scales."

"That's too dangerous!" Hannah's face was full of worry, "Cassandra, stop running around, what if you are bitten by a poisonous snake?"

Ernie coughed lightly, and Justin and Hannah shifted their attention before continuing: "Ron and the others suspect that the people in Slytherin are trying to trick them, as if they have told the prefect to let them communicate. dealt with."

"Then it seems that we have to be more careful in the future!" Cassandra said.

"That's right!" Hannah quickly echoed, "You really should be more careful and don't run around. Especially the Forbidden Forest or something. I saw you come back with a few feathers in your arms last night, right?"

"Don't worry, those are the feathers of the Witchbird. I collected them outside the Forbidden Forest." Cassandra took out two pairs of earplugs from her bag, "Would you like to go there with me at night? There is a pink one The Wicked Bird is very beautiful, as long as you wear earplugs, you will be fine!"

Sara looked at the friends around her. Since she hasn't found a solution to the problem of the back of Quirrell's head, she must prepare some alchemy products for them as a safety precaution.