From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Idiot! You idiot!" A hoarse hiss echoed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"Ah! No, Master. I could have done it." Quirrell knelt on the ground, crying softly, begging for forgiveness.

"You waste! Because of your poor acting skills, you are about to be exposed. I, the great Dark Lord, will die because of stupidity!" Voldemort was very angry and wanted to punish Quirrell with black magic.

"No, Master, Dumbledore did not doubt me, and I will soon get information from Snape." Quirrell really didn't want to taste the Cruciatus Curse.

"Ah!..." Voldemort did not let him go.

"madness."

"Dumbledore already knew our secret."

Quirrell trembled and twitched on the ground: "But Master, Dumbledore did not take action against me."

"He is very conceited! He only believes in his own judgment. He put you in just to catch me and kill me. But this also gave me the opportunity to get close to the Sorcerer's Stone and regain my life. He even wanted to use me to polish that big The boy who can’t die.”

"I will prove that his ego will kill that boy."

"Master, since Dumbledore won't stop me, why do you punish me?"

"Because there is not only Dumbledore at Hogwarts, but also Calvin Capet!" Voldemort said the name through gritted teeth.

"Calvin Capet, isn't he a magizoologist?" Quirrell asked humbly.

"Calvin Cape is a wizard that I once personally recruited, but this mudblood rejected me. When I saw him again, he had surpassed the level of my youth."

"He is more cautious than Dumbledore, knows how to use violence better than Dumbledore, and values ​​power more than Dumbledore."

"So you have to be quick and get the magic stone before Cape discovers us."

"Yes, my master."

"Very good, very good. My faithful servant, after I am reborn, I will share with you the secret of flying over death." Voldemort's voice no longer had the violence just now, but was full of temptation, just like the one who seduced Adam in Paradise Lost. and Eve the serpent.

"Now tell me, do you know what is behind the door at the end of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?" Voldemort's voice echoed quietly in Quirrell's ears.

"My master, there is a three-headed hellhound there." Quirrell answered mechanically.

"Three-headed dog of hell? Is it the trick of that mudblood Kape? No, he won't be so unattractive, he is very similar to me. Ah, I know, it's my stupid junior. Is there a way to pass? "

"I'm still looking, my master."

"Still looking for you?" Voldemort's voice was a little shrill, and Quirrell knew that this was a sign that Voldemort was angry.

"No, Master. I already know how to make Hagrid tell me, please don't punish me anymore." Quirrell begged.

"Okay. Who else will follow up?"

"Master, McGonagall, Flitwesprout and Snape have all arranged traps."

"Very good, what about Cappe?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Ah..." Quirrell screamed again, "No. You can't do it there, Master."

"Trash, find out as soon as possible whether Capet has set up a trap. Don't come forward on your own and use the Imperius Curse to control his students." Voldemort stopped punishing Quirrell. He still needed Quirrell to help him get the Sorcerer's Stone. , complete the resurrection.

"Master, isn't Snape your servant too? Why don't you let her help you." Quirrell could no longer endure this moody Dark Lord.

"Are you afraid, Quirrell?"

"No! No. It's an honor for me to share my master's worries." Quirrell screamed, he didn't want to offend the Dark Lord anymore.

"Quirinas, look, what is left of me? Before I met you, I was worse than the meanest ghost. I hid in the forests of Albania day after day, parasitizing on low-level animals. I can only feed on insects and rats every day.”

"My servants, whether they are Lucius or Snape, they seem to be loyal, but in fact they are just afraid of my power and become my subordinates. Now that I have lost my power, who knows if they will To a new master."

"Like Albus Dumbledore, and like Calvin Capet."

"I don't know who they can trust, otherwise why wouldn't they come to find me and help me regain my strength?"

"You alone, Quirinus Quirrell, are my most faithful servant."

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and he had seduced countless young wizards to crawl at his feet.

"But, Master, my strength is too weak. You have been on me for too long. My body almost collapsed." Quirrell choked.

"So, are you blaming me? Huh? Quirrell, without me, you are nothing. You will always be a stammering, cowardly wizard, rotting and stinking in the sewers all your life."

"Master, I dare not blame you," Quirrell felt aggrieved, "but I need strength."

"Power, hum, power, okay. Since you want power, then I will give you power."

"Years ago, I left something behind at Hogwarts," Voldemort's voice was filled with memories, as if he had remembered something interesting. "As long as we get something like that, we can get great power."

The enthusiasm for power appeared on Quirrell's face: "Master, it's time we got that thing back."

"No rush, no rush, I suspect that Capet has already set his sights on you. Let's deal with Hagrid's stupid dog first. Don't worry, my cute little brother is stupider than you, and you will easily get rid of it. He came up with the words."

He comforted the faithful servant with a whispering voice: "Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, nothing will happen. Just hold on, think about it, that is the secret of eternal life."

This clueless wizard was quickly deceived by Lord Voldemort, the master of PUA, and imagined that the door to the mysteries of magic would be opened to him.

Quirrell had just cheered up when he felt a burning pain coming from the depths of his soul. He fell to the ground before he even had time to scream, his hands and feet twitching constantly, trying to escape from the burning rack.But in fact, he had no injuries at all.

As for Voldemort, he could only let out a hoarse whine. He wanted to use Occlumency to block the source of pain.But he soon discovered that this burning pain came from deep in his soul, just like the effect of the Cruciatus Curse.No, this was stronger and more painful than the Cruciatus Curse. A piece of his soul was in endless pain.

"Dumbledore! Capet! Who is it? My Horcrux!" Voldemort's painful scream echoed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.That night, students nearby began to spread rumors about what Professor Quirrell and the Banshee had to say about that night.