Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Hermione swore that she had never seen such an ugly face, even if she looked at Clark's face ten times again, it would not be able to make up for the trauma she suffered in her heart at this moment.

Yes, where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face.

No, that can't be called a face at all.

The opponent's entire face seemed to have been crushed several times by Hagrid's 120-yard feet. His pale skin was like wax that had melted and then solidified. Under the dazzling light, there are two slender nostrils like socket holes.

Is this the most terrifying Dark Lord of this century?

"It's scary," he said in a whisper, "it seems that you are not as brave as you think! A smart person can always see the essence through the appearance, even in the dark abyss, you can also find some mediocrity. It is a wonderful sight that previous generations could not discover."

Hermione shook her head, wanting to say that you are so ugly, no one can bear it.

It's a pity that her legs were trembling all the time, and she swallowed the words again.

Forget it, the other party is so miserable, it's better not to provoke him.

"You see what I have become now, and there are only a few fragments and shadows of my soul left," Voldemort said, "but there are still people who are willing to give me body and soul, and let me enter their hearts and minds."

"Is it because of my previous reputation? No! Fame is worth a lot of Galleons. It is the truth, the truth that can directly hit them. I have never relied on lies in exchange for their trust like Dumbledore.

Those hypocritical people always wrap their desires under layers of high-sounding disguises, but I am different. We are wizards, face your heart directly, only by digging out the most real desire in your heart, facing it, and accepting it, can you gain power, money and the most important power! "

That impassioned voice seemed to have some kind of special magic, and Hermione remembered that Clark had said something similar to her in the men's room.

Wizards are emotional, and magic power is idealistic. Only by exploring inwardly can we unearth a steady stream of power.

Thinking of Clark, Hermione's handsome and handsome face immediately popped up in Hermione's mind, and a surge of heat rushed into her heart, making people blush, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"Heh, heh, heh, people always have something they want, don't they?" Voldemort has seen this expression too many times in his life. When he was young,

There are always some little witches who will show such a stupid smile on his face.

"Yes, that's it. Everything needs to be grasped by ourselves," Voldemort said in a persuasive manner. If you ignore his terrifying face, you may even think that this is a success teacher, teaching you life philosophy.

It's a pity that this guy's speech (deception) level is at least ten hagrids behind Clark's. Compared with Clark's face, there was a hundred Dumbledores between him.

"Actually, do you think I don't know that Quirrell has selfish intentions? No, I know, but I don't care.

People's hearts are always fickle. I never believe in the so-called loyalty and surrender. Those are all lies to fool people. Only the binding of interests is the most reliable. Of course, if there is a little fear and threat mixed in, it will be even more wonderful. "

Having said all that, Voldemort finally began to show up.

"So, do you want to gain the favor of others? Do you want to gain the favor of others? Human hearts are fickle. The Clark you mentioned now cares about you and cares about you. Can you guarantee that he will always care about you? You Can it be guaranteed that he will not be attracted by other better witches?

But I can help you, I can teach you how to control people's hearts, how to master desires, how to become the focus of attention, how to gain power and glory.

Come on, as long as you hand over the stone in your pocket, I can help you achieve your wish. "

It turns out that he knows everything!

Hermione's legs suddenly regained consciousness. She first took a few steps forward hesitantly, and then, as if justice had defeated desire, she suddenly backed away.

"Don't fool yourself like a fool," Voldemort said with a sneer. "You said that Quirrell's heart is not firm, don't you? You know, right. Those people are the Clark you said, they In fact, you don’t care as much as you think, do you? You are just paralyzing yourself with so-called justice and sacrifice.”

"Otherwise, why is it you, the poor little witch, who came to face me in the end?

Hermione Granger, you are just a little witch born in a Muggle family, and Prewett, Potter, and Weasley are all from pure-blood wizard families. Do you really think that they will kill you? As a good friend?

No, they are just using friendship and justice to trick you into dying, so as to delay my time, hoping to wait for Dumbledore to come back. "

Hermione had a struggling expression on her face, as if she felt that what Voldemort said made sense, and began to doubt Clark's motives.

"Come on, give me the Philosopher's Stone, you're just a little witch, just a child, don't take risks for their ambitions. Think of your parents, you only live once, you don't want them never to see you again right?

"No…" Hermione shook her head, but her hands were already in her pockets.

Voldemort had a winning smile on his face, and he controlled Quirrell to take a few steps back, so that his terrifying face came to Hermione again.

"Okay, you still have a bright future, I can help you get better, let's make an agreement, I won't hurt you."

"No...you're lying to me..." Hermione continued to shake her head, her hand seemed to be holding something and was about to take it out of her pocket.

The whole person will be deceived by a scumbag and then break down heartbroken, which is vividly displayed. No wonder many people say that women are born actors.

But everything is optional, no matter how realistic Hermione's performance was, when she delayed handing over the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort began to suspect her.

"Hurry up, don't test my patience." Voldemort was getting impatient.

Oh god, why don't you barge in, Clark, I'm almost out of action.

After all, she was still an inexperienced child. When her eyes drifted to the flames at the door, Voldemort was keenly aware that something was wrong.

"Are you lying to me?!" He was a little annoyed.

"No, I think what you say makes sense."

Hermione flatly denied it, and took out her clenched right hand from her pants pocket, as if she was holding something.

Voldemort's eyes widened, staring greedily at his hope of resurrection.

"But you are so ugly, it makes me sick!"

With a flip of her slender hand, a dazzling flash bloomed in Hermione's palm.