Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Master, do you have to act tonight? I heard that the two Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are now investigating the case of the unicorn being attacked."

"If they find out, we could be in big trouble."

In the corner of the infirmary corridor, Professor Quirrell was talking to himself facing the wall.

His body was becoming weaker and weaker, and after Voldemort sucked a large amount of his vitality away, he was already unable to hold on.

In addition, he had lost his appetite for the past three months due to Carl's treatment, and his whole body had begun to decay.

Professor Quirrell was now wrapped in white bandages all over his body to cover his fallen skin.

And the stench of rotting muscles, now the corner where he was had become a restricted area of ​​Hogwarts.

Almost no little wizards were willing to get close to this place, even the most mischievous Weasley brothers, who passed out from the stench after a failed prank.

I never came here again, except among the student groups.

A rumor began to spread that Professor Quirrell had urinated and defecated in bed because his sphincter was weakened by Carl's magic.

But now, in Voldemort's view, this is actually a good thing. At least he doesn't have to worry about being accidentally exposed because of this waste.

Fortunately, he still had a capable subordinate. Through magic, through Professor Quirrell's vision, Voldemort looked at the figure in the distance in the corridor.

Ordered immediately.

"Shut up now. What's the point of being an Auror in the Ministry of Magic? Didn't I kill enough Aurors back then?"

"You need to learn more from Severus. Look at how cowardly you are, if it weren't for him."

"How can I recover to this extent?"

As he was speaking, Professor Snape came up to him and without saying a word, he took out a bottle of potion from his robe and handed it to him.

"Dear master, this is this week's potion. After you drink it, add some unicorn blood."

"You will be able to recover 30% of your former strength. I think that in the absence of Dumbledore, it will be enough to complete your great and wise plan."

"I will do my best to serve the great Dark Lord."

"Severus, you are indeed loyal." Professor Quirrell's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, revealing the pale face without a nose on the back of his head.

Looking at that face, Professor Snape knelt down on one knee without any hesitation and handed over a wand with both hands.

"Considering that the two reckless Aurors have been wandering around in the Forbidden Forest in recent days, I found a wand without an owner for you."

"I think it's time to let those scumbags feel the fear of being dominated by the great Dark Lord again."

Looking at Professor Snape kneeling on one knee, Voldemort felt extremely happy. It seemed that he had not misjudged him.

Not only did the other party tell the truth about the Mirror of Erised, he even took the initiative to build a good relationship with that Harry.

In order to serve his great plan, he has even been offering himself expensive potions over the past few months.

To help myself regain my strength, so careful and professional, what a good dog.

Compared to this timid and cowardly piece of trash that he is parasitizing, he is really not on the same level.

So, he, who was already arrogant, took the wand that Professor Snape offered to him with both hands without any doubt.

He pretended to be profound and made big promises.

"Severus, the great Dark Lord will remember everything you have done for me, and will wait for the day when I am fully resurrected."

"You will get everything you want, wealth and honor, all of which I can give you."

But when Voldemort was showing off, Professor Quirrell, who was controlled by magic, was still persuading him with some doubt in his mind.

"Master, that's not right. That's not what you said before. And I suspect this guy has bad intentions."

"He has always had an ambiguous relationship with that kid named Carl. He even earned the money to buy the raw materials for the potion from him."

"How could he be so kind? I have tried to persuade you since the first time he sent the potion."

"We can't be fooled by this cunning guy."

Professor Quirrell's chattering voice in his mind made Voldemort feel extremely annoyed, and he said unhappily.

"Shut up your mouth, use the enemy's money to do our own things, isn't that more capable?"

"Like you, I paved the way for you, but you couldn't walk smoothly, and let a little wizard mess it up."

"Shut up right now. I'm not in the mood to listen to you."

Professor Snape listened to everything Voldemort said, slowly stood up from the ground, and stared at Voldemort's face with his dark eyes.

As if he wanted to use his sharp gaze to penetrate that face and reach the other person's mind, he spoke without any reservation and without any politeness.

"I never need to prove my loyalty with words. I will only show everything with actions, like now."

As he spoke, Professor Snape took out a bottle of silver-grey potion from his robe and placed it respectfully in front of Voldemort.

Said calmly.

"I had already guessed that this situation would happen, and I also knew that the master might be confused about this, so I specially brewed this potion."

“It helps you block out that crap in your head that’s clouding your otherwise brilliant decision making.”

"Of course how to use it is always up to you to decide. Just like the lives of those two Aurors, I will always be loyal to your orders."

Looking at the bottle of silver-gray potion and the loyal Professor Snape in front of him.

For the first time since he was born, Voldemort felt touched in his heart.

He is so loyal that it is beyond words. Which leader would not like such a capable and caring subordinate?

What's more, with the useless Professor Quirrell as a contrast, Voldemort's brain, which was already short of memory, had long lost the ability to think.

He drank the two bottles of potion without hesitation, and after the voice in his mind disappeared, he immediately dragged his corrupt body away.

Professor Snape stood in the corridor, looking at Voldemort's back and smiling disdainfully.

On the other side, in the forbidden forest, Jonathan and Tom, each holding an oil lamp, kept searching for traces of the unicorn in the forbidden forest.

Although there are many unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, the forest is too large. Although they found some unicorn furs.

But they still couldn't find any trace of the unicorn, let alone any trace of the dark wizard.

It was already midnight and Jonathan, who had no idea how long he had been walking, felt a little discouraged and just found a tree stump to sit down.

He looked at his companion with complaint and said dissatisfiedly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You can wait until tomorrow morning. This forbidden forest is the property of Hogwarts."

"With Dumbledore here, why do we need two of you? Besides, why did you refuse the help of that big fool?"

"With his help, we don't have to wander around in such a big forest like a headless fly."

Tom, who was still looking around with an oil lamp, turned around unhappily when he heard this.

"Isn't Hogwarts' property protected by the British Ministry of Magic? If you want to exercise power, you must assume corresponding obligations."

"Besides, we are both Aurors, representing the British Ministry of Magic. How can we allow irrelevant people without law enforcement power to intervene in the case?"

"Have you forgotten all the Auror regulations?"

Seeing that the other party was about to make a big deal out of it, Jonathan was about to say something when suddenly there was a commotion coming from deep in the woods.

At the same time, accompanied by a shrill wail, a loud spell sounded.

"Avada Kedavra!"