[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

Following behind Quirrell, Alicia always felt that someone was looking at her. The noise and laughter of the students gradually faded away, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Only the footsteps of the two of them echoed in the corridor.

The warning from the wand made her even more alert.

The girl's palms began to sweat, and she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

After entering the office, the moment the door was closed, Alicia began to feel dizzy for unknown reasons.

She was nervous.

Even if she tried to hide it, Quirrell could easily discover it.

He casually picked up the parchment on the desk and put it on the other side. "I thought only Gryffindors had the habit of night walks?"

"I studied Potions until late last night, which is why I'm not in a good mood today. I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell." Although she knew that his main purpose was definitely not to ask her why she yawned in class, Alicia still apologized in a good manner.

If she said something wrong and angered this neurotic man, she would be in big trouble.

Quirrell smiled and seemed satisfied with the answer, but his next sentence almost made Alicia swear.

"It doesn't matter. Let's make up for the important points you missed through practice."

As he spoke, he drew out his wand and with a wave of his hand, he tied the girl up tightly with ropes.

"Use all the spells you have learned to resist."

Alicia couldn't believe it. He actually dared to attack her in Hogwarts.

Now, she couldn't even reach the wand in her robe, and just when she wanted to speak to persuade Quirrell, the latter directly cast a Silencing Curse on her.

"Alicia Malfoy." It was that strange voice again. "Are you going to wag your tail and beg me? You have no other choice. Look at yourself, poor child, you are inexplicably involved in Dumbledore's game of tempering the savior, and your godfather has been misunderstood for no reason. And you, you can't do anything, including now."

He was not Quirrell.

No, he is Quirrell possessed by the Dark Lord!

The girl made a judgment the moment she heard the voice. When the hoarse and mocking voice poured into her ears, fear and anger swept through her brain at the same time.

She couldn't accept being humiliated like a lamb to be slaughtered, but the person holding the knife was the Dark Lord.

Alicia stared at "Qiluo", unable to speak or break free from the ropes.

She had never wanted power so much.

"Qiluo" looked at the girl's resentful and powerless expression with satisfaction.

It's a pity I can't use the Cruciatus Curse on her.

"I am the only one who can satisfy you with the power and authority you crave. Only fear can make them look up to you, respect you, and even crawl at your feet. Alicia Malfoy, you are smart and clever, and you were born to be in a high position. No one can ignore you, and no one can speak rudely to you."

"And I, the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the great Dark Lord, will bring supreme glory to his followers."

Quirrell whispered in the girl's ear as he ran a yew wand across her cheek.

Alicia's hands were shaking, but a hint of fanaticism gradually emerged in her eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was still seen by "Qiluo".

Ollivander once wrote in his notebook: The holders of yew wands will be strongly attracted to each other and have a great sense of identification with each other.

If he saw the scene at this moment, he might add a note in his notes: attraction does not mean liking.

"Qiluo" stood up straight and looked at the platinum-haired girl who had stopped struggling with an ambiguous look.

The words praising her intelligence were not false; her excellence was obvious to all.

But the way she pretended to be well-behaved in class, pretended to be friendly to her Slytherin classmates, and cast spells with the yew wand reminded him of himself in the past.

They do have some similarities, but they are also very different.

People always have a complicated mentality towards beings who have the characteristics of their youth, and Voldemort is no exception.

He really wanted to know what choice Alicia Malfoy would make. Would she try to kill him after having great strength, or would she be a fence-sitter like her traitor father? He did trust Lucius, otherwise she would not have handed such an important thing to him.

Snape, whom he trusted, was Alicia's godfather, Lucius, whom he trusted, was Alicia's biological father, and Alicia herself was enough to attract his attention.

With such a bonus, her attraction to Voldemort is no less than that to Harry Potter.

Alicia had no idea what the man in front of her was thinking, but she was well aware of her own situation. If she dared to resist under the Dark Lord's nose, her fate would be death without any evidence.

The Dark Lord is definitely capable of doing such a thing, especially a Dark Lord who has been lurking somewhere for twelve years and whose heart is filled with hatred and madness.

"Qiluo" came back to his senses, and after he raised his hand slightly, the girl found that she could speak.

"It's my honor to be chosen by you, Master." Alicia calmed down her emotions, looked at "Qiluo" sincerely and humbly, and expressed her sincerity with words.

The man untied the rope binding spell and praised in a friendly tone: "Good boy."

Almost at the same time, Snape, who had heard the news, knocked on the door three times quickly and symbolically, and then rushed in with a "bang".

Following closely behind him was Dumbledore.

Snape walked quickly to Alicia's side, and after observing the girl's physical and mental condition inconspicuously, he felt relieved. He said to Quirrell with a wry smile, "Even if the professor has no right to put a student in detention at this time, you called my student to the office with an unconvincing reason and made her miss dinner. With all due respect, Quirrell, you really should replace the garlic with bezoar."

As we all know, bezoar is a magical ingredient used to detoxify.

Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard. Severus' sarcasm was as eye-catching as ever.

Quirrell looked very nervous. He kept opening his mouth to try to say something. After four or five seconds, he finally uttered: "Shhh Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore, I just want to help Miss Malfoy with his lessons."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Alicia, and the girl could only nod in affirmation.

"I, we have agreed that the future make-up classes will be on Wednesday and Saturday evenings," Quirrell added again.

Alicia didn't expect him to say that. She clearly felt that she was walking into a tiger's mouth, but there was no way out: "Yes."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he spoke before Snape could, "Oh, Quirinus, it seems that you also admire Miss Malfoy, but I think the most important thing now is to enjoy our dinner first. As for the tutoring time, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"

Quirrell nodded in agreement and said that he wanted to stay here to correct the homework, so Dumbledore and Snape took the girl away.

But before Alicia stepped out of the office, Quirrell gave the girl a meaningful smile where the two of them couldn't see.

Alicia heard the good intentions in Dumbledore's words. He wanted to give her some room to maneuver, but she was not so conceited as to think that "Quirrel" could not understand what Dumbledore meant.

Perhaps this is the cleverness of the Dark Lord; coercion and inducement are his usual tactics.

He recruited the first batch of Death Eaters from Slytherin during his student days, and used similar methods to bring in various other helpers.

Perhaps Alicia was more delicate than other Slytherins of the same age, but her skills were still not enough in front of the Dark Lord.

She didn't want to disappear in Hogwarts inexplicably one day, so she had to succumb to the shadow of "Quirrel". The confidentiality spell restricted her from asking for help.

But, at the same time, did she really turn a deaf ear to the Dark Lord's words?

Alicia couldn't help but hold Snape's big hand, trying to draw a little warmth from her godfather's hand.

She knew that she was not indifferent.