[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire came to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft at the age of 11 to study, and then graduated. During the seven years, there were not many opportunities to meet wizards outside the school, so that outside the school, the reputation of the Dark Lord made most wizards two But all she knew about the Dark Lord was the report in the Morning Prophet that the owl brought over lunch in the cafeteria.

Voldemort, tall and tall, likes to wear a black wizard robe, bald, noseless, cloudy eyes, can't see any emotions, it really fits well with the title "Dark Lord".

Claire was drinking the most famous pumpkin juice in Hogwarts, while looking at Voldemort who turned his head to look at the camera on the headline of the "Daily Prophet", frowned and said: "Why does this Dark Lord follow Romania who fell from the mountain?" What does a salamander snake look like?"

A few students sitting next to her hurriedly covered her mouth, one of them snatched the newspaper, crumpled it up and threw it aside, and said to her fiercely: "There are many students in our school whose parents are eaters. Dead Apostles, if your words reach the ears of the Dark Lord, will you die?"

Claire nodded in a daze, and after the students let go of their hands covering her mouth, she added: "No one dares to tell the Dark Lord, some people say he looks like a Romanian salamander..."

"You still say?" The classmate glared at her.

All she could do was to bury her head in the pumpkin juice.

At that time, she hadn't jumped out of the Muggle world, and she always felt that ordinary people could criticize current affairs without any scruples. It was just that she was about to graduate, and she once wrote an article in the "Daily Prophet" criticizing the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters who followed him After the wizard who was a gangster was assassinated at home, she understood why wizards always kept secrets about the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord is quite similar to the Romanian salamander in both appearance and terrifying character.

And this one in front of him seems to be a bit different from the Romanian salamander?

Claire stared at this handsome young man, then at Ludwig who was half kneeling at his feet, then at Ms. Freeman with serious eyes, and finally turned her gaze to the so-called Voldemort The young man, her hand was getting tighter and tighter, and she didn't notice the Xixiu that she was holding in her hand. After Claire let go of her fingers reflexively, it immediately let Claire's restraint go. Slipped behind Ludwig.

Claire didn't make things difficult for it anymore, but looked at the strange young man, as if doubting or asking, and asked, "Voldemort?"

"It's me." The young man said, raised his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Magicians in England should be more accustomed to calling me Mysterious Man. It's been a long time since anyone called me this name."

"The name Tom Riddle should last longer." Ms. Freeman, who was standing next to Claire, added, "Isn't it?"

Voldemort looked at Ms. Freeman, waved his hand, and a green light shot there. Ms. Freeman drew her wand to fight back, and the two green lights collided in midair, burning each other, and a A string of turbulent and short-lived flames.

With just a glance, Claire knew that both of them were using black magic.

"I believe Miss Freeman already knew that I don't like people mentioning this name very much." Although Voldemort had a smile on his lips, his tone was still cold, "You are lucky, I haven't got my wand back yet, Otherwise you should be a dead body lying on the ground by now."

He withdrew his hand, and only then did Claire see that the wand in his hand belonged to hers.

At this time, he also raised his eyes to look at the wand in his hand, and said: "The body of the red pine wood, the scales of the North Sea Siren, the Lagerfeld family's wand has not changed for three generations." He looked at Claire, "Let me guess, you gave up the chance to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and went all over the world to search for endangered magical creatures and lost magical relics, learn rare ancient runes, and complete the research on ancient black magic books." He shook Shaking his head, "Lagerfeld's ideals have not changed in three generations."

Claire looked at the wizard robe he had seen on Quirrell before, and still tried to ask: "You use compound soup to pretend to be Professor Quirrell?"

With a smile on his lips, he said, "I won't pretend."

"Qiluo is my servant, I just live in his body temporarily for the convenience of doing things." He opened his palm and looked at his fingers with critical eyes, "And now I got something, so be born again in his flesh."

"So... from the beginning of this semester, Professor Quirrell has been under your control?" Claire frowned.

"Your guess is mostly correct, Claire," he replied.

"No, Quirrell put on a purple turban after he went to Romania and came back, and attributed the change in his personality to meeting a vampire in Romania..." Claire said, "What he met in Romania wasn't a vampire at all, it was you .”

Voldemort smiled and nodded.

"You use Quirrell to find things..." Claire said this, suddenly thinking that before she resigned from Hogwarts, when she met Quirrell in Knockturn Alley, the other party had already put on a purple hood. At that time, under his turban was Voldemort's face. It was rumored that Quirrell, who had become timid when he met a vampire, did not show his usual shyness in Borginbok's black magic item store where black wizards often haunted. Lowering his voice, he asked the boss if he had ever met a sapphire brooch.

Sapphire Brooch...

Claire's mind flashed the sapphire brooch shaken from Niffler at the Wizarding Market.

It was the brooch, that was what Voldemort needed.

Voldemort, living in Quirrell's body, has undoubtedly lost his own body. His body had been smashed to pieces by the Potters in Godric's Hollow more than ten years ago, but he used special magic to All in all, he escaped from Potter's house, and even escaped from England, and came to Romania. Many years later, he met the British wizard Quirrell who came here to travel.

So, he was attached to Quirrell's body, instructing him to look for a sapphire brooch, because that brooch could regenerate him.

After several rounds, he contacted Ludwig, who escaped from the sanction of Azkaban and pretended to be a high-ranking official of the Magic Congress, and asked the other party to pay more attention to the underground black market in the United States. Sniff found the sapphire brooch among a new shipment from a dark magic items store, only to bump into Claire as she stole the brooch to leave the Wizard's Market.

Claire recalled that when she bought this brooch, she had already felt the powerful black magic aura in it after only a cursory look. However, she didn't pay attention to it at the time, and put it directly into the storage space, and never took it out again.

And things that are hidden in the private storage space cannot be perceived.

"So, this trial is a trap. From the beginning, Ludwig made up his mind to cause this trial to be adjourned in the middle. Only when the sentence has not been fully pronounced, I have a short period of freedom to leave the Magic Congress. And he must carry the tracking spell of the Magic Congress on his body, only in this way can he know where I am now and find my storage suitcase."

As Claire said, she looked at Ludwig, who was half kneeling at Voldemort's feet, and laughed, "I said, how could there be so many seats in the auditorium for an ordinary trial of violators of Rappaport's law?" Many people came here to create public opinion at Ludwig's instigation, and Ludwig has prepared countermeasures for the possibility of investigating the wand. He is indeed the best Durmstrang students, even though they didn't even take the ordinary wizarding level exam." She said jokingly, and clapped her hands.

And Ludwig never looked up at her from the beginning to the end.

Voldemort nodded with a smile, and said, "As expected of your surname Lagerfeld, you are very smart, just like when you were a child."

"I met you when I was a kid?" Claire asked.

Voldemort smiled and did not answer, but Ms. Freeman had already said in a deep voice: "Of course he has seen you, and I have seen you too. You were born in Ushuaia, Argentina, and it was winter in the southern hemisphere. Although one of the wizards The warming spell can make you not afraid of severe cold, but Tom Riddle, the young man who traveled the world with Edward, still held you in his arms and wrapped you in a thick blanket."

This time Ms. Freeman mentioned the name "Tom Riddle" again, and it didn't provoke Voldemort's black magic. His thoughts seemed to have traveled far away, and when he looked back at the dazed Claire, he laughed at himself. He laughed and said, "I am in my 20s, but I really care about these trivial things."

And Claire didn't hear what he was saying.

Her mind was full of Ms. Freeman's words now, and Voldemort had been his father Edward's companion in his youth, and had wrapped her in a thick blanket when he was a newborn.

At the same time, what Aunt Carly said to her when she recalled her parents bringing her to the door of Banner's house flooded her head again: "...you don't know that you are going to be parted from your parents, and you are happy." Hehe, bouncing in your father's arms, stretched out his hand to a young man standing behind your father. He was a very handsome young man. He took your hand and stroked your hair. You It seems that he likes him very much, and he smiles silly at him..."

At that time, Claire had been protesting against Aunt Carly's use of "laughing silly" to describe herself, and Aunt Carly said with a smile: "So I said, the girls in the Jones family are very discerning, and the men they like are very Handsome, you knew you were going to smile at a handsome man before you were even a year old..."

It seemed that the "handsome young man" Aunt Carly was talking about was the Dark Lord who looked exactly like the Romanian salamander she had seen in the "Daily Prophet".

"So, the Dark Lord, and Ms. Freeman..." Claire regained her senses and said calmly, "Are they all my father's former partners?"

"Edward and I are like-minded partners. As for Tom..." Ms. Freeman's eyes darkened, "He just covets what your father has been researching."

"Margaret, you didn't quite prepare for the word 'covet'." Voldemort shook his head. "To be precise, I'm interested in what's in his eyes." He smiled. "Very interested."

"Then my father..."

"Unfortunately." The smile on Voldemort's face did not disappear, but deepened, "He chose to give up his identity as a wizard and become an incompetent Muggle, but he still failed to win your mother's love, so he chose to marry your mother." , died together."

"Together..." Claire stopped suddenly, "What are you talking about? Didn't get my mother's love?" She couldn't help raising her voice, regardless of whether it was Voldemort who was talking to her, she stared wide Eyes, took a few steps forward, only to find that his footsteps were a little staggering.

"They love each other very much!" Claire stared at Voldemort. "My mother was even willing to give up her stable life and follow my father to wander around the world. No one would doubt that she loved him."

Voldemort was not upset by Claire's gaffe, he squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Claire's eyes.

"Nobody doubts that Edward is deeply in love with a Muggle," said Voldemort softly, in a voice that was terrifyingly tender, "if there were no love potions in this world."

"Tom Riddle!" Claire heard Ms. Freeman roar angrily, and Voldemort's face was so gloomy that it was terrifying for a moment. He didn't even look at Freeman, but just raised his hand and cast a spell towards him.

And Claire had no more attention to share with others. She opened her eyes wide, looking into Voldemort's dark eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

Love potion.

Those wizards who can't love, use the potions to obtain love that doesn't belong to them, like exquisite sand sculptures, which look beautiful, but in fact, they will fall apart as soon as the wind blows.

"When Edward put on the sorting hat, he had two choices. One was to follow the family tradition and go to Ravenclaw, and the other was to go to Slytherin. On the one hand, he was knowledgeable and Elegant, on the other hand, he is insidious and cunning, using love potions to win a girl's heart, he will not have any psychological burden."

"Unfortunately, Claire, you are a sad product of a love potion."

The author has something to say: Yes, in Aunt Carly's memory, the handsome young man who touched Claire's hair when she was a child is the old V who has not been disfigured.

What I set here is that what is attached to Quirrell is Lao Fu's body, and the sapphire brooch is a Horcrux made by Lao Fu in his 20s. I have the appearance when I was in my 20s, but my personality is a fusion of my body and my youth. "I really care about these trivial things when I am in my 20s." These warm scenes that flashed by when he was young were distracting, but he was still a little distracted and did not attack Ms. Freeman after integrating his own personality when he was young.

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The second brain hole mentioned in the author's words yesterday, about the 3000-year-old vampire who was salvaged together with the US team, was reminded by the little fairy that other authors had already written similar articles, in order to avoid collisions. I will make some revisions to the stalk, but the outline remains the same, and this brain hole involves a little more Twilight, and there will be descriptions of ancient Greece, and it is estimated that it will fall into the textual research hell Orz

The prostitute in this article is Aro from Volturi. Twilight has prostitutes with Caius and Marcus, but not Aro. Aro has a partner in the original book, but the sense of existence is not strong. , my butterfly fell off-. - I've been thinking about writing about the hero of the snake spirit disease for a long time!

... In the end, the two comprehensive articles written by Yingmei and Snake Jingbing were both the heroine's father.