HP solves the mystery

For the young wizards born in 2000, the boundary between the wizarding world and the Muggle world has become blurred.

It was so blurry that the replica of the Leaky Cauldron No. 9 was occupied by the lucky ones from the Muggle world, and they could only go to the original old Diagon Alley to buy textbooks and avoid the hundred thousand whys of their Muggle relatives.

But wizards are still very mysterious. At least when they don't want to answer questions, using flying carpets and flying skateboards to escape is a good choice.

The Hogwarts house sorting system still exists, but the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin is not as deep.

After all, students from the four colleges all have family members who work at Universal Studios. In order not to be excluded from the social circle, they have to pretend to get along harmoniously.

Quirinus Quirrell was the youngest headmaster of Hogwarts, even though he was already 40 years old when he became headmaster.

He worked hard and made progress. After more than ten years of development, he finally replaced the broken things in Hogwarts with new ones. At least the brooms that students rode were no longer just a few hairs.

After Professor McGonagall retired from the position of Headmaster, Quirrell moved from Deputy Headmaster to the full-time position.

The little animals at Hogwarts had a natural fear of the smiling headmaster. Even though he was gentle, easy-going and close to the students, they were still afraid in their hearts.

Even the little Slytherin snakes had love and respect for the headmaster who came from Slytherin.

Quirrell finished his tour of the castle and returned to his office with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the smoky office and the portraits on the wall and felt like he was dreaming. His current position was something he had never dared to imagine when he had just graduated.

As Quirrell watched, he felt sleepy. He thought it was because he stayed up all night brewing the potion, so he lay down on the sofa and took a nap.

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There was a boundless primeval forest, raindrops as big as beans hit the lush leaves, and the sky was dark, vaguely resembling a ferocious snake head.

Drops of rain fell on the face of the sleeping Quirrell. Stimulated by the cold rain, he suddenly opened his eyes.

When he saw the unfamiliar environment, his first reaction was to reach for the wand at his waist, then cast an Shielding Spell and an Shielding Spell on himself and quickly found a place to hide.

The towering trees were a good hiding place for Quirrell's thin body. After hiding for a while, he saw that there were no hostile wizards or harmful spells cast around him, so he had time to think about where he was.

The feeling of the cold rain hitting his body was so real that it dispelled Quirrell's speculation in his dream.

He waved his wand in the air and a line of words floated out.

Albania, July 1991.

Quirrell rubbed his brows in pain, only to find that the smart watch on his wrist was missing. It was a watch distributed by Universal Company with powerful defensive magic and various communication methods.

and……

He turned over his palms, and the calluses on them disappeared, revealing a pair of slender and smooth hands.

"Am I...being put into a new experiment?" Quirrell muttered.

But he had forgotten what experiment could turn back time and make him ten years younger?

Just when he was doubting his life, an emerald green snake swam down from the tree canopy, its scarlet eyes staring at the wizard under the tree.

A hoarse and sharp voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Quirrell's thoughts.

"Hiss, young wizard, an outstanding student who graduated from Slytherin..."

Quirrell looked around and finally spotted the green snake above his head.

"Are you an Animagus? Or do I have the skill of Parseltongue? Oh my God, Lord is really... Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would be happy to contribute..." Quirrell muttered.

Parseltongue! The symbol of the Slytherin heir!

No one is more loyal to the Lord than him! If it weren't for the Lord's appreciation, he would just be a professor.

When the green snake heard the title "Lord", a dark color flashed across its scarlet eyes.

"What is your name, young wizard?"

"Qurinus Quirrell."

"Then do you know who I am?"

"You are... a snake?" Quirrell coughed, his eyes fixed on the green snake, but his hand clenched his wand.

"I am the Dark Lord, the greatest Dark Lord, the only heir of Slytherin - Lord Voldemort." The green snake spit out its snake tongue, bewitching the wizard, "Do you want to gain power? Do you want more money? Or do you want to explore and learn advanced dark magic?"

"Beauty, power, and great strength, as long as you are willing to submit to me, you will get them all..."

Quirrell thought it was a test from the lord, but when he saw that the green snake in front of him was very similar to the powerful Lord Herpo in the rumors, he no longer hesitated.

"Great Lord, what can I do for you?" Quirrell pursed his lips and answered calmly.

The green snake, who was about to give a long speech, was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know whether to call the wizard in front of him stupid, or to laugh at his reputation that could make people submit to him.

The green snake thought for a moment and raised its head.

"Go catch me a rabbit. I want to eat the fattest piece."

"Yes, my lord."

As Quirrell said this, he turned and walked into the jungle, and soon came back with a few rabbits.

He also used the Flying Spell to summon his luggage, and the tent inside protected him from the cold rain.

Quirrell placed the green snake respectfully on the sofa, with snacks and bread that he had found next to it.

"Lord, where are we going now?" he asked in a low voice while cutting rabbit meat.

The green snake enjoyed the long-lost service and swung its tail when it heard the words.

He originally wanted to possess the wizard, but seeing how stupid he was, he shelved the plan.

When he returned to London, he would have wizards knock out a few officials from the Ministry of Magic, and then brew a potion to make them fall asleep. He would then be able to possess their bodies and occupy them firmly.

"Let's go back to London and see how those traitors are doing." Green Snake said hoarsely.

Quirrell happily brought Green Snake back to London, only to see a backward (crossed out), very different London, and a strange atmosphere.

After a period of exploration, Quirrell finally understood one thing. He seemed to have come to another world, a world where the lord had lost his mind.

"Lord, I didn't expect you from another world... to be so stupid..." Quirrell complained in his heart. The image of Lord as a great, wise and forward-looking person was broken by the rumors of this world.

The green snake watched Quirrell reading a Daily Prophet for a long time, then tapped the table with his tail impatiently.

"Qirro, I command you to find me some potion ingredients. They will be of great use to me." The green snake hissed hoarsely.

Quirrell had read Voldemort's autobiography in the original world and knew the mistakes Lord made when he was young. He looked at the green snake. If this snake was one of Lord's soul fragments, then didn't the trajectory of fate go in another direction?

Quirrell's eyes became sharp. What would happen to the world if he replaced Lord?

No, this is too tiring. When Lord founded Universal Studios, not only did he lure away students from Hogwarts, he also went to lure away students from Germany. Wizards all over the world could not satisfy Lord's needs.

But the path of replicating is not easy, as his current identity is that of a powerless pureblood.

Moreover, this world is more backward and ignorant than the original world. Look at the clothes those people wear, the education system of the little wizards, and the foolish behavior of worshipping a little baby as a savior.

All this seemed unreasonable to Quirrell. He missed his watch, his comfortable office and his delicious lunch.

He looked at the green snake's scarlet vertical pupils and felt that it would be faster to eat the ready-made food.

"Lord, I know a secret potion recipe that may help you recover..." Quirrell approached the green snake and whispered, tapping his wand in the air, "But you have to sign a contract with me..."

The green snake stuck out its tongue, looked at the young wizard, and nodded its head.

The wizard's soul was too powerful. Back in the Albanian forest, he tried to lean over it, but was bounced out.

If it weren't for the green snake nearby, his soul would have floated in the treetops again.

Quirrell signed a contract with the green snake, and contentedly took the snake to collect potion ingredients, and quietly went to Little Hangleton.

"I have already got my father's bones, the servant's flesh, uh, I am not a servant... the enemy's blood... well, who should I catch..." Quirrell scratched his head. It seemed that there were many people in this world who hated the Lord.

After hearing the purpose of the potion made by Quirrell, the green snake had a strange feeling in his heart that this potion would definitely be successful.

In the end, Quirrell's potion was successfully made.

Quirrell looked through the white mist in front of him at the tall, thin figure rising from the crucible, a smile forming on his lips.

The life of winning without doing anything, here he comes!

Voldemort put on a black robe and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar limbs with ecstasy.

"Qirro, you did a good job." He moved his pale, slender fingers, his voice cold and sharp.

Quirrell pursed his lips and smiled. It was not easy to get praise from the lord of the original world. Only Voldemort in this backward world could easily praise him.

"Lord, please try your wand." Quirrell handed over the wand.

Although it was not the original one, Voldemort was still very happy. He gently stroked the stick, threw it at the tombstone beside him, breaking it into pieces, restored it with a Restoration Charm, and then cast a Thunderbolt Charm.

He repeated this several times before he put away his wand with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling.

"Let's go, Quirrell, I want to tell everyone that I'm back!" Voldemort showed a proud look on his face. After ten years, he finally came back.

"Um, Lord, why don't we hide for a while?" Quirrell trotted over and said hesitantly, "Didn't you cut the soul into several pieces? Why don't you collect them first?"

Voldemort paused and turned to look at Quirrell, his glowing red eyes full of astonishment.

"I don't care how you know these things, but now, you have to keep them to yourself!" Voldemort hissed and scolded in a low voice.

"Lord, I'm doing this for your own good. You didn't finish reading the magic book, did you? And every family that has been passed down for thousands of years has research books on Horcruxes. I don't know how many you have read, but your current understanding is wrong..." Quirrell rubbed his brows and continued, "The soul is the source of a wizard's magic power. You are powerful not because you made a Horcrux, but because you are powerful to begin with. Horcruxes are substitutes for wizards thousands of years ago."

"It is equivalent to a substitute doll. If a dark wizard dies outside, the Horcrux is one of the items that the family uses to resurrect him..."

"And the more Horcruxes you make, the more intelligence and reason a wizard will lose. If you don't collect your Horcruxes, I'm afraid someone who knows will destroy them..."

"It's like the three souls and seven spirits of China. If the souls and spirits are incomplete, it's easy to become a fool or a madman." Qi Luo shrugged and spread his hands helplessly. "So, you know."

Voldemort listened to what was said and did not refute it, but he kept it in mind.

"We'll talk about those things later, Quirrell. Now... we should find a time to show up..." Voldemort had become much more patient during the time he spent with Quirrell. If it had been a dozen years ago, without the Avada, he would have been very cruel.

"Oh, okay, lord." Quirrell felt a chill on his back and reached out to hug himself. "I'm going to teach at Hogwarts when school starts in September, so can you not take me with you for appearances?"

Voldemort paused, resisted the urge to throw Cruciatus at him, and nodded impatiently.

Quirrell trotted after him, giving himself a big thumbs-up in his heart.

So, what will be the fate of Voldemort with a cheat in this world?

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