Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Painful screams echoed through the jungle, but Amber didn't see it.

As early as the moment Charlie's Mirror took effect, he turned around and ran.

He didn't see if the Cruciatus was successfully rebounded, the only thing he had to do now was to run as far as he could.

Even after the Disarming Charm hit, the thing that flew out of Voldemort was grabbed into his pocket by Amber, without looking at it, he quickly ran forward.

Sure enough, the sound of water heard before was not an illusion.

After passing through a dense jungle, a small waterfall. Appeared in front of Amber.

"Sure enough those Gryffindors didn't brag."

The splashing mist of water droplets fell on Amber's face, making him feel relieved.

Hearing the screams behind him, Amber jumped without hesitation and jumped into the waterfall.

The water is fast and the waterfall roars.

That's all Quirrell saw when he came to the edge of the waterfall.

"Master, Cadmus can't dive, can he?"

Amber was nowhere to be seen, Quirrell asked hesitantly.

"Turn around."

Voldemort took over, the wand slid, the same trace again.

But this time, the magic silver line goes straight to the bottom of the water, and the waterfall follows the waves and spreads faintly downstream.

"Hurry up and chase, absolutely can't let him run away."

Quirrell nodded quickly. Swim down the waterfall, carefully looking for Amber's trail.

Here, the waterfall has once again returned to its most primitive state.

Ten minutes later, under the big rock next to the waterfall.

The space distorted for a while, and an invisibility cloak as light as a cicada's wings slowly fell from the side of the stone.

Under the invisibility cloak, Amber was sitting cross-legged beside the stone, blood dripping from his body.

The Hogwarts robes he wore were also missing.

"Finally...the bet won."

Amber looked in the direction Quirrell had left, pulled out his wand, and surveyed the surroundings carefully.

After confirming that there were no other magic fluctuations around, Amber pulled out the door key tied to his wrist.

Gently pressing, the space vortex appeared out of thin air, and quickly pulled him inside.

On the other side, downstream of the waterfall.

On the tip of Quirrell's wand was a tattered Slytherin robe.

The robe was dripping with blood, and the silver-green pattern was stained with filth.

"Lord...Master, Cadmus has run away."

Holding the robe, Quirrell shivered in fear.

He was terrified, not least because of Voldemort's impending punishment after the enemy had escaped.

More because once Amber returns to Hogwarts, his biggest secret will be revealed to the public.

At that time, not to mention the completion of the task given to him by the Dark Lord, even himself will inevitably be sent Azkaban to get the kiss of the Soul Eater.

"Stupid! Stupid!"

Not knowing how Voldemort did it, Quirrell screamed, the robe in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person curled up into a ball and knelt on the river bank.

"You're stupid enough to put the badge on your body. If it wasn't for you, how could I have been hit by Callamos?"

"Master, master, spare your life... master"

Quirrell was shivering on the ground, cold inside.

The item taken by Amber's disarming spell at the end was crucial, even related to Voldemort's possession.

It can be said that Voldemort infiltrated Hogwarts this time, half of the reason is because of this thing.

Losing this thing, Voldemort must have made him feel more painful than death.

However, Voldemort's next words stopped Quirrell's wailing.

"Stupid up, I know how he got away, worthy of being a Cadmus."

"Master... Master, what did you say?"

Quirrell stood up tremblingly, and Voldemort's relaxed and steady tone gave him hope of survival.

"Idiot, Cadmus won't run back to Hogwarts, he's badly hurt right now."

With that said, Voldemort took over his body, picked up the blood-stained robe on the ground again, and kept looking at it with admiration.

"The secret technique of the Cadmus family, I haven't seen it for a long time."

"Master, what is this?"

"Idiot, this is the family magic of the Cadmus family. With the clothes that he carries and at least half of his blood, he can deceive any puppet that seeks magic."

"Old Cadmus has used this method more than once. If it wasn't for you, how could I not remember it?"

Although Voldemort's words were extremely demeaning to Quirrell, a vicious smile appeared on Quirrell's face when he heard the overtones.

"Since this is the master, then we will find it out and completely eliminate this hidden danger."

"Well, go back to that waterfall first."

Moments later, next to the waterfall, under the rock where Amber had been hiding.

Voldemort took over and drew his wand. I carefully examined the traces of magic left here.

"The door key? Really cunning."

Although there is no magic power, Voldemort's eyesight can naturally see the vague residual space fluctuations here.

The door key is more difficult to track than ordinary Apparition, and it is more secretive. It is undoubtedly a fantasy to catch his trace.

"Owner……"

Quirrell, who was once a Ravenclaw, naturally heard Voldemort's implication, and it was impossible to catch Amber at this time.

Just wait until he gets back to Hogwarts, then himself. And Voldemort will be suppressed in an instant.

"Let's run, Master."

"Running for what? You idiot, Slytherin's relics can't be discarded!"

The peculiar cowardice made Voldemort rebuke mercilessly. If it weren't for the fact that he had no choice, Voldemort would not have used Quirrell as his parasite at all.

"Wherever the door key goes, it will never be Hogwarts, not even Hogsmeade."

To reassure his only servant, Voldemort hissed as he drove him toward Hogwarts:

"That magic consumes a lot for Cadmus. Even if it is transferred away with the door key, he will not be able to act immediately."

"Go back to Hogwarts now and count all the unicorns that died in the Forbidden Forest on Cadmus."

Having said this, Voldemort laughed viciously, with a tone of schadenfreude that could not be concealed.

"Take out that robe again, and say that we found someone slaughtering unicorns in the forbidden forest, and only this robe was left."

"With Dumbledore's character, the whole school must be thoroughly investigated. At that time, only Cadmus will not be there. I am afraid that he will be arrested in Azkaban before he returns."

"As long as he doesn't lose Hogwarts asylum, everything he has will be mine!"

"Master, so we are safe?"

Hearing Voldemort describe all the plans, Quirrell burst into a smile.

"Idiot, this plan is to open Dumbledore and give you a chance to help me steal the Philosopher's Stone. You'd better forget your duty."

"Yes... yes, Master."

Voldemort was particularly satisfied with Quirrell's gesture, but Voldemort's eyes were filled with malice when he thought of the Cadmus who had escaped.

"Damn Cadmus, every generation is so stupid and difficult."

"If old Cadmus hadn't destroyed my plan, once I got Merlin's holy relic, a mere Philosopher's Stone would be nothing.

How can a mere Harry Potter kill the great Voldemort if I start the legacy of my ancestors! "

"Damn, damn it!"

Voldemort is a roar from the depths of the soul, unknown to outsiders.

At this time, Quirrell, after dressing up at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, stumbled and staggered toward the castle.

"Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell's disguise didn't last long, and McGonagall appeared in front of him as soon as he stepped into the castle hall.

"M... Professor McGonagall...Professor."

Quirrell was gasping for breath, pale and dripping with blood.

This embarrassed gesture caught McGonagall's attention, he strode forward, looked at Quirrell carefully, and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Mike...Professor McGonagall, the Forbidden Forest...the Forbidden Forest... something happened..."

Quirrell tried to pretend to stammer, the panic on his face was not fake.

He was really afraid of the tragic ending that would usher in when things were exposed.

But now, the fear in his heart has increased the credibility of his words by mistake, and after swallowing a saliva with difficulty, he continued:

"There are... students kill uni... unicorns, very... very powerful... students."

With that said, Quirrell tremblingly raised the Slytherin robe that he had been holding in his hand.

The blood on the robe made Professor McGonagall take a few steps back, holding his forehead, as if he couldn't believe it.

"He jumped... into the water, and only left... down this one."

"Minerva..., Deng... Dumbledore..."

"The principal is not here, you come with me." Professor McGonagall shook his head fiercely, and walked towards an office with Quirrell.

It's a big thing, whether it's a student going deep into the forbidden forest or a unicorn being killed. None of this is something that Professor McGonagall can handle alone.

He needs to start the presidency.

Not long after, the deans of the four major colleges came one after another.

The robes behind Snape were still flying like giant bats.

Professor Flitwick's footsteps were still brisk, but the look on his face was not as kind and lively as before.

At this time, Professor Sprout was covered in dirt, and before Professor Mike summoned her, she was still serving those precious herbs in the greenhouse.

When all the four principals came, Quirrell stammered and told the truth about what he had adapted.

In his mouth, a student wearing a Slytherin robe is wanton killing the unicorn and cutting its horns.

After a fierce battle with himself, the student was seriously injured and jumped to escape, leaving only a robe on the shore.

At Voldemort's cue, Quirrell did not directly identify Amber.

Let these people investigate it by themselves, which is more credible and more conclusive than what they say.

"You said you were a student of Slytherin, but you didn't see any features?"

After a long silence, Professor Flitwick asked.

"No...no, but he...his spell is...weird."

Quirrell gestured, with just the right lingering fear on his face.

"He...he would put out a very...very powerful thunder... thunderbolt bird."*