All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 43 Cheese Voldemort

In the office, Professor Quirrell was pacing back and forth.

Leng Youyou sighed from his purple scarf, "That transfer student...he hasn't come yet..."

Quirrell muttered fearfully: "Please be more patient, master, he will definitely come. Even if he hides from me, I will find him for you."

"Ask about the pure gold...how it came from...Ask about his conversation with Dumbledore..."

"I know, Master, I will definitely finish it."

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Linde pushed open the door and entered.

He saw Quirrell drawing the curtains. After the afterglow of the sunset disappeared, the magic candlestick in the room yawned and automatically lit up. The office was filled with a strange smell - the smell emanating from Professor Quirrell. The Weasley twins said it was garlic, but the Patil sisters from India thought it was masala. It's pungent and has a bit of a rotten smell.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm so glad to see you. I heard you are looking for me?"

Professor Quirrell, who has been stammering all this time, squeezed out a hypocritical smile, "Yes, yes, De Lin, we meet again. Are you, you okay? Please sit down, I have some questions. Uh, about you Although, I know your situation, but, but if you don't come to a class, I am a little worried."

Linde was also an educator. He understood Quirrell's feelings, but he didn't intend to waste his life on wasting time. To be honest, many courses have no nutrition at all, and they are simply sores and parasites in the education system.

"I'm fine, Professor, and I wish you all the best. I may be offended, but I don't appreciate your class. Although I appreciate you taking me to Diagon Alley for shopping, I keep this kindness in my chest and will always be there. You can repay, but that doesn't lessen my distaste for your lectures."

Quirrell is shocked by Linde's bluntness.

"Ah? B-but...you didn't even attend a single class..."

"Indeed, usually, without investigation, there is no right to speak. But, professor, what do you think is the purpose of imparting knowledge in schools? To make students submit to systematic management, or to allow them to achieve comprehensive physical and mental development?"

"I think... it should be that development and students are more important."

"Yes, then we actually have a common language. The reason why I don't take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is simple, because I don't need it. The night before this course starts, I no longer need anyone to guide me in defense. It’s black magic.”

"..." Quirrell was a little dumbfounded.

Linde said again in a gentle and polite tone: "Do you remember? Professor, when we met at the Leaky Cauldron, we didn't communicate deeply that day, because I was just a penniless pawn at that time, and I knew nothing about magic. Power knows nothing. Now we can communicate on an equal footing, and I no longer have to fear your harm."

Quirrell's face had begun to sweat. He took a deep breath, like a patient who had a heart attack, and grabbed the robe on his chest. His stuttering became more serious, "I, I understand that you are here." What did you say? How could I... harm a student? "

Linde was not aggressive, just stared at Quirrell with peaceful and sad eyes, his eyes were shining with silver.

"Professor, I still remember that look in your face when you said goodbye. Alas, this is all a nightmare, isn't it?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"In the Black Forest of Albania, you went deep into it alone to seek knowledge, but you encountered a demon. His soul possessed you, soaking your soul with poison day and night, gradually distorting your will. Quirinus Quirrell, an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw College, is amazingly talented. People say that you met vampires and dark wizards, and talked about your changes, and they all regret it. You should have a brighter future."

Quirrell's face was as pale as a dead man soaked in ice water. He no longer pretended to stammer, but asked in a deep voice: "What on earth do you know? Who told you?!"

"Idiot..." A voice floated from the hood, with an evil and cold magical atmosphere, profane and heterogeneous that made people sweat profusely, "He is reading your heart...don't look into his eyes..." Voldemort's The words trembled faintly, because he discovered that Linde was not only reading Quirrell's thoughts, but also directly intruding into his soul, "Kill him!"

"As you command! Master."

Quirrell pulled out his wand and unleashed "Shatter to Bone" on Lind in a state of shock and rage.

The scorching spell ray hit Linde, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible shield.Even the impact of magic power was offset invisible.

Quirrell trembled even more, realizing that this transfer student's strength was terrifying. He summoned ropes one after another, trying to tie up Linde, but when they got close to Linde, these black hemp ropes turned into clusters of delicate and blooming mountain flowers, and colorful flower trails surrounded him.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"Transfiguration, professor." Linde's tone became serious. "It seems that we are going to have a wizard duel, which is great. Please witness it. Destruction magic from the College of Winterhold."

He raised his hand, and the air above his palm was pierced by flickering electric sparks. A huge amount of thunder and lightning elements gathered at this moment, forming a dazzling ball lightning. The air was ionized, and all the sounds in the office seemed to be lowered by an octave. , like being soaked in water, a strong smell of ozone expanded. It was rough and strong, and it dispersed the rotten stench from Quirrell's body.

Voldemort yelled angrily, "Get out of the way!"

Lind pointed his palm at Quirrell as if he were pointing a gun at a fowl.

Quirrell's hairs stood on end due to static electricity, and his legs were as if they had been cursed, stiff and motionless.

The ball lightning floated out, slowly, until it got close to Quirrell and revolved around him. During this process, Quirrell did not move. He was frightened.

Linde looked delighted, "It seems I won. I'm sorry, I'm a bit anti-customer. But some questions also make me curious. Professor, on August 29th, when I came out of Gringotts, I saw you sitting There seems to be something being monitored on the roadside. Can you tell me who you are looking for?"

Sweat rolled down Quirrell's face and he shook his head in fear.

Linde already knew the truth from his mind.

"Oh! Look at me, I'm so careless." Linde sighed happily, "I was so stupid that I didn't add some impurities to the gold I made! It's so inappropriate! It's a disgrace to the scientific education I received. Apart from me, only the Philosopher's Stone can make pure gold in this world. Gringotts, Gringotts, is known as the safest bank, but you can even leak this little information, it's like a leak.

"I want to thank you, Professor. This is the first lesson you taught me. The weak should be cautious. This lesson is very valuable to me. I will never make the same mistake again in the future."

"Stop! No, don't read my mind again!"

Linde slowly approached, and Quirrell wanted to retreat, but the ball lightning surrounding him prevented him from even making any big body movements.

"Professor, do you believe me?"

"me……"

"I can solve this little trouble for you. As long as you nod, Voldemort's remnant soul will no longer invade your life from now on. And you will also forget the pain you have experienced during this period. As long as you nod , you are still the outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, the young and heroic Professor Quirinus Quirrell."

Voldemort noticed Quirrell's wavering and screamed immediately. His voice was weak but sharp, like the wail of a banshee: "Idiot...how dare you betray me?!"

"Afu, shut up!" Linde shouted angrily, and used the summoning soul-absorbing technique to forcefully extract Voldemort's remaining soul.