From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Idiot! You idiot!" A hoarse hiss echoed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

"Ah! No, Master. I could have done it." Quirrell knelt on the ground, crying softly, begging for forgiveness.

"You waste! Because of your poor acting skills, you are about to be exposed. I, the great Dark Lord, will die because of stupidity!" Voldemort was very angry, and he wanted to use black magic to punish Quirrell.

"No, Master, Dumbledore did not doubt me, and I will soon get information from Snape." Quirrell really didn't want to taste the Cruciatus Curse.

"Ah!..." Voldemort did not let him go.

"madness."

"Dumbledore already knew our secret."

Quirrell trembled and twitched on the ground: "But Master, Dumbledore did not take any action against me."

"He is very conceited! He only believes in his own judgment. He put you in just to catch me and kill me. But this also gave me the opportunity to get close to the Sorcerer's Stone and regain my life. He even wanted to use me to polish that big

The boy who can't die."

"I will prove that his pride will kill that boy."

"Master, since Dumbledore won't stop me, why do you punish me?"

"Because Hogwarts not only has Dumbledore, but also Calvin Capet!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and spat out the name.

"Calvin Capet, isn't he a magizoologist?" Quirrell asked humbly.

"Calvin Cape is a wizard I once personally recruited, but he rejected me as a mudblood. When I saw him again, he had surpassed the level of my youth."

"He is more cautious than Dumbledore, knows how to use violence better than Dumbledore, and values ​​power more than Dumbledore."

"So you have to be quick and get the magic stone before Cape discovers us."

"As you command, my master."

"Very good, very good. My faithful servant, after I am reborn, I will share with you the secret of flying over death." Voldemort's voice no longer had the violence just now, but was full of temptation, just like the one who seduced Adam in Paradise Lost.

and Eve the serpent.

"Now tell me, do you know what is behind the door at the end of the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?" Voldemort's voice echoed quietly in Quirrell's ears.

"My master, there is a three-headed hellhound." Quirrell answered mechanically.

"Three-headed dog of hell? Is it the trick of that mudblood Kape? No, he won't be so unattractive, he is very similar to me. Ah, I know, it's my stupid junior. Is there a way to pass?

"

"I'm still looking for my master."

"Still looking?" Voldemort's voice was a little sharp, and Quirrell knew that this was a sign that Voldemort was angry.

"No, Master. I already know how to make Hagrid tell me, please don't punish me anymore." Quirrell begged.

"Okay. Who else will follow up?"

"Master, McGonagall, Flitwesprout and Snape have all arranged traps."

"Very good, what about Cappe?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Ah..." Quirrell screamed again, "No. You can't do it there, Master."

"Trash, find out as soon as possible whether Capet has set up a trap. Don't come forward on your own and use the Imperius Curse to control his students." Voldemort stopped punishing Quirrell. He still needed Quirrell to help him get the Sorcerer's Stone.

, complete the resurrection.

"Master, isn't Snape your servant too? Why not let him help you." Quirrell could no longer bear this moody Dark Lord.

"Are you afraid, Quirrell?"

"No! No. It's my honor to share the master's worries." Quirrell screamed, he didn't want to offend the Dark Lord anymore.

"Quirinas, look, what's left of me? Before I met you, I was worse than the meanest ghost, hiding in the Albanian forests day after day, parasitizing low-level animals.

I can only feed on insects and rats every day.”

"My servants, whether they are Lucius or Snape, they seem to be loyal, but in fact they are just afraid of my power, so they became my subordinates. Now that I have lost my power, who knows if they will

To a new master."

"For example, Albus Dumbledore, or Calvin Capet."

"I don't know who among them can trust me. Otherwise, why wouldn't they come to find me and help me regain my strength?"

"Only you, Quirinus Quirrell, are my most faithful servant."

Voldemort's words were full of magic, and he had seduced countless young wizards to crawl at his feet.

"But, Master, my strength is too weak. You have been on me for too long, and my body almost collapsed." Quirrell swallowed.

"So, are you blaming me? Huh? Quirrell, without me, you are nothing. You will always be a stammering, cowardly and cowardly wizard, rotting and stinking in the sewers all your life."

"Master, I dare not blame you," Quirrell felt aggrieved, "but I need strength."

"Power, hum, power, okay. Since you want power, then I will give you power."

"Years ago, I left something behind at Hogwarts," Voldemort's voice was full of memories, as if he had remembered something interesting. "As long as we get that thing, we can gain great power."

Quirrell's face showed enthusiasm for power: "Master, it's time we got that thing back."

"No hurry, no hurry, I suspect that Capet has already set his sights on you. Let's deal with Hagrid's stupid dog first. Don't worry, my cute little brother is stupider than you, and you will easily get rid of it.

He made it up."

He comforted this loyal servant in a whispering voice: "Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, nothing will happen. Just hold on, think about it, that is the secret of eternal life."

This clueless wizard was quickly deceived by Voldemort, the master of pua, and imagined that the door to the secrets of magic would be opened to him.

Quirrell had just cheered up when he felt a burning pain coming from the depths of his soul. He didn't even have time to scream and fell to the ground. His hands and feet kept twitching, trying to escape from the burning rack. But in reality

Yes, he didn't have any injuries on his body.

As for Voldemort, he could only let out a hoarse whine. He wanted to use Occlumency to block the source of pain. But he soon discovered that this burning pain came from the depths of his soul, just like the effect of the Cruciatus Curse. No, this was worse than the Cruciatus Curse.

The Cruciatus Curse became more intense and painful, and a piece of his soul was in endless pain.

"Dumbledore! Capet! Who is it? My Horcrux!" Voldemort's painful scream echoed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. That night, students nearby began to spread the news that Professor Quirrell and the Banshee were not allowed to

A night of silence.