Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory
Chapter 79 Resolving Misunderstandings
When the door to the room was closed, Quirrell finally seemed to have been drained of all his strength and could no longer stand.
With a "pop" sound, his feet softened and he collapsed on the ground.
His upper body was leaning against the wooden door, his chest heaving violently, like a fish about to drown, breathing heavily.
After a while, he finally slowly took off the turban on his head that was soaked with sweat, revealing his bare head and the squirming, ferocious and disgusting face on the back of his head. That was his
Master, at this moment, he can only live as a parasite on others, relying on Voldemort to survive in such a miserable state.
"You trash!!!!"
The moment the turban was taken off, as if some seal had been lifted, Voldemort's blurry face squirmed even more fiercely.
He opened his mouth as wide as possible and cursed in a hoarse voice at Quirrell.
"How dare you...how dare you be so self-righteous!!"
Quirrell's face suddenly turned pale. Regardless of his body that still couldn't use any strength, he staggered up from the ground, barely managed to change his original posture, and knelt down.
The upper body seemed to use all its strength to press as close to the floor as possible, placing the face at the back of the head at the top of the head.
His whole body was shaking like a sieve, even worse than when he faced Charlie just now.
It was as if this hoarse voice and every word he spoke were like an excruciating Cruciatus Curse, truly hitting his brain.
"Sorry...sorry...my great master...sorry"
Quirrell's forehead was pressed against the floor, his eyes were tightly closed in pain, and his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't even say a complete sentence, he could only repeat apologizing continuously, like a broken machine.
"Tell me!!! You damn fool!!! What do you think!!! Why...why do you want to provoke that plague god at this time!!!"
But even though Quirrell had humbled himself to such an extent, Voldemort still had no intention of calming down. He was still squirming crazily on the back of Quirrell's head, as if he wanted to rush out directly and kill this stupid waste on the spot.
Quirrell shuddered and opened his eyes again in fright, but he still didn't dare to raise his head. He could only press it firmly on the floor. He looked at the dusty wood grain on it and replied tremblingly.
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"Please, please forgive your servant's ignorance, my great master... I originally thought that after you were resurrected... we would need money for our comeback."
As Quirrell spoke, sweat flowed down unconsciously again, falling along his head and splashing on the floor below.
"And he... is a rich guy, and his candy factory is very hidden. Even the Ministry of Magic will not inspect it..."
Listening to Quirrell's words, the useless rage on Voldemort's face on the back of his head stopped. He laughed angrily and interrupted what the other person had not finished speaking. He continued to speak in a voice that was enough to make goosebumps crawl all over his body.
Go down.
"So you just think... how great it would be if you could control him... with just a simple Imperius Curse, you can subtly make him your puppet, take his factory as your own, and then occupy it
Everything about him...you fucking idiot!!!!!!”
At the end of the sentence, the anger finally burst out completely and could no longer be suppressed.
He roared crazily, and the noise in his voice triggered the invisible magic power around him. For a moment, he was the center and swept around in a circle.
"Boom...Rumble"
There were faint cracks in the glass of the window, and the lesson plans stacked on the desk were thrown out.
The densely packed papers with more than a dozen pieces of writing were flying around, scattered all over the room.
"My master! I am willing to accept your punishment for the stupid things I have done. Please calm down your anger."
Quirrell trembled all over. Seeing the movement getting louder and louder, he no longer cared about anything else and persuaded sincerely with fear in his eyes.
You know, this is Hogwarts... It was extremely difficult for me to appear here. I was as cautious as a mouse, but in exchange for these few days of peace.
If it is really because of this situation that the "White Devil" sitting in the academy takes notice, then the outcome will be certain death!!
Fortunately, although Voldemort was furious, his sanity still remained.
He restrained his unintentionally raging breath and returned to silence under Quirrell's skin, squirming and breathing heavily like a man.
"You were deceived by his appearance. Do you think that with such an extremely young face, he cannot be a magic master? Or is it because his so-called identity as a candy factory owner makes him look more like a helpless man?
A powerful businessman?”
Although he went into hibernation again, Voldemort was still chattering endlessly.
"If I hadn't been trying my best to hide my existence, restrain my aura, and not be noticed by him, do you know what would have happened?! I should have killed you... If I hadn't had any other choice, I would have wanted to do it for you.
Ten rounds of the Cruciatus Curse!!!"
"Actually, my great master... we can think about something better."
Quirrell was breathing heavily, perhaps because he had talked away Charlie before. At this moment, he planned to use this new skill he had developed unintentionally on Voldemort.
"At least, the fortunate thing among misfortunes is... we know that Charlie Black is actually not on Dumbledore's side... He even seems to favor you more, and like me, in his heart, he believes in you
of great power."
"Huh..." Voldemort's voice dropped, and he snorted coldly, with a bit of disdain in his voice, but also a certain seriousness.
"He never favored anyone... Charlie Black is just a damn speculator... He is far more cunning, more powerful... and more terrifying than you think."
Quirrell frowned and his Adam's apple moved vaguely, but he did not speak.
Even though he had infinitely improved his understanding of Charlie Black in his heart, he still did not expect that his master would give him such a high evaluation.
Voldemort suddenly changed the subject and continued:
"But so what? He is a damn speculator. For me now, it is just right... If I can really be resurrected, what does it matter if I accept his love?"
"My stupid slave...the only thing you did right today is what you just said to him."
"What is it, my master?" Quirrell asked quickly
"As long as the interests are big enough... any misunderstanding can be resolved."
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