People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 45 The Dark Lord and Riddle

After taking this green, crooked cedar wood wand in his hand.

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had changed.

The mind becomes more intelligent.

The previous behavior of taking empty classroom desks and chairs to practice and then throwing them back without doing anything will probably not happen again.

The brain is also more organized.

The smallest details caught in the corner of my eyes also entered my heart.

A stream of information also flooded into my mind.

The so-called true damage ignores armor and magic resistance and causes damage directly.

This 50% means that half of the damage of the cast spells or [normal attacks] is true damage.

The enemy hit will not be able to lie, which means that before the effect of the spell released by this wand is dispelled, it will be like taking a truth serum and unable to lie.

And his data panel was also updated accordingly.

[Number: 000000001]

[Magic Book Level: 3 (1100/100)]

[Name: Ryan Smith/Basil Granger]

[Race: Wizard]

[Identity: Hogwarts Gryffindor (fire spell blessing +1%), first-year student (20 gems are given every day)]

【Enrollment date: 1991/07/27】

【生命值:10+15（回响加成：1000虚假生命：142·341）】

[Magic: 7+9]

[Luck value: 3-7]

[Family traits: True Vision (constant), Red Dragon Blood (to be ignited), Plant Affinity (awakened), Potion Mastery (awakened)]

This [Eye of True Vision] is the embodiment of the ability to see through the truth.

The "eye" here does not refer to the eyes, but to the overall perceptual abilities such as vision, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.

His perception ability, or insight, was enhanced by 10%, and his ability to identify lies was also specifically strengthened.

He could tell through his telescope whether a man speaking from a mile away was telling the truth.

He can lick the sweat of a person who is speaking and sniff the fragrance to determine whether he is lying.

He can also judge the sincerity of a person's words just by touching less than an inch of their skin.

Compared with this, being aware of Voldemort's attention was nothing.

Unfortunately, however, one thing was different from what Bagel had imagined.

He did have a second bar of 'magic' that exuded a sense of rationality and was as clear as crystal.

It also overlaps with the original 'magic power' that is filled with majesty and fiery.

But they coexist only in concept.

The 'magic power' flowing in his body did not double with the appearance of the second [Wand Appearance] component.

Apart from an extra talent and some special abilities, there are no other changes.

The so-called true damage is not much better than a curse when dealing with ordinary wizards with weak bodies, low physical defense, and no spiritual power to fill the magical magnetic field.

At most, there are more varieties.

Ordinary spells without intention can also be used as advanced spells such as evil spells. In other words, it is very useful for magical creatures with high physical defense and magic resistance, and elite wizards who master spiritual power to fill the magic magnetic field.

"The Bermuda Triangle is the area with the most chaotic magic magnetic field on the entire earth. Even the Black Forest in Albania."

On the other side, at Voldemort's request, Quirrell, who was teaching with his back to the students, became stiff and his words were stuck.

Why did the master ask me to contact this little devil?
Quirrell didn't dare to think, he just turned his head and abruptly changed the subject.

"Mr. Granger, please come to my office after class. I have found the answer to your last question."

Baqir nodded.

Hooked!
The little man inside me pumped his fist in excitement.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, Quirrell had his back to Basil.

Quirrell took off his scarf, revealing a surprisingly small, bald head.

There is a face on the back of this bald man's head.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Opposite him, Bagir took out a worn diary with a black cover from his schoolbag.

At the same time, his blue eyes suddenly lost focus.

A voice sounded in the book.

Bagir's mouth opened and closed along with the sound, and the clear, clean and textured sound now seemed particularly strange.

"Long time no see, Voldemort, my so-called subject, the shameful loser."

"Loser?" The face sneered hoarsely, "Abandoned scum, a little kid expecting fatherly love, a fragment of the lowly Riddle. Who gave you the courage to mock me, the purest, the heir of the great Slytherin blood, who is only one step away from becoming the wizard king?"

"Wizard King?" Two sneers overlapped. "Oh? Who is under the stinky scarf? I thought it was a little punk?"

"Enough!" The face shouted, "Tell me your purpose! You must understand that you are just the most insignificant one of the five safeguards (Nagini is not a Horcrux yet, and Voldemort does not know that Harry is a Horcrux)!"

The diary mocked: "Your 'loyal' servant sent me to Hogwarts. To kill the boy. To cover up the fact that the so-called Malfoy family is now just a toothless tiger. Tell other families that even if the Malfoys have lost their seats on the Hogwarts board and have had several stores closed down, they are still not easy to mess with."

The red eyes on that face were tightly narrowed, and it was hard to tell whether it was happy or sad: "Send 'me'? It seems that they really don't think I will make a comeback?"

The face began to ask and answer its own questions. The diary also remained silent at the same time.

And by them, he referred to all the Death Eaters, including Malfoy, who, after his defeat, slipped back among his enemies, claiming to be innocent, unaware, and under the Imperius Curse.

"Didn't they know that I took measures to prevent death long ago? Hadn't they seen me prove my potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

"I answered myself, perhaps they believe there is a greater power that can defeat Voldemort... perhaps they have now pledged their allegiance to someone else... perhaps to that lowlife leader, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

"But obviously not, they are not afraid of Dumbledore. They just believe that I can't make a comeback!"

Quirrell, who was controlled by the face, and Bagel, who was 'controlled' by the diary, both began to tremble at the same time because they were angry.

"Master, please calm down!" Quirrell begged for mercy.

"Shut up!" X3
The face then continued, "So, I think that, in addition to my friends who are suffering in Azkaban, the other betrayers who claim to be my servants will have to pay a heavy price. The Death Eater tree has too many rotten branches and leaves. They need to be pruned."

He turned his head and looked at the diary.

It seems to mean something.

"So we also need fresh blood. The boy you possessed is one of them."

The diary and the "controlled" boy raised their heads. "This is also a servant I value. In fact, I came to you. I hope you can find a way to send me out. A truly safe channel. Don't be as crude as Lucius Malfoy - suppress me with a cover woven with unicorn tail hair, and throw me into the arms of this boy through an owl."

"Safe? Hogwarts is the safest place. If you want to be safe, you should stay away from me." The face said this first, and then pointed the alder wand to the other side of the head.

There was a flash of red light, and Quirrell lost consciousness.

Thanks to classmates Tilt 45 Degrees and Moon in the Clouds for their monthly tickets, and other classmates for their recommendations and follow-up reading!
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