Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

It was a sunny day in early July 1991.

Outside Professor George Fenn's office at the University of London, on a bench in the corridor.

Quilinas Chilo, wearing a light dark red windbreaker and a dark purple scarf on his head, was sitting there quietly.

In London in early July, the summer heat was still there, and Quirrell's outfit always attracted the attention of teachers and students passing by.

But his eyes were calm and calm, and a few slender fingers were playing with a brown wooden stick:

Alder wand.

Nine inches, unicorn tail hair wand core, more flexible, made by wand master Garrick Ollivander.

There was thought in his calm eyes, and he slowly fell on the wand.

Quirrell...

In other words, Voldemort...

Or... Lin Zuo...

This body has endured too many souls.

But at least Voldemort and Lin Zuo have become one.

So.

Let's call him Voldemort.

After all, this is his most "real" identity at this time.

Voldemort's eyes showed contemplation, staring at the wand, and a series of messages flashed in his mind:

Alder wood, not easily bent.

Essentially attracted to wizards who are helpful, thoughtful, and likeable.

But as a wand, it never chooses wizards with similar personalities.

Instead, he goes in the opposite direction and looks for masters who have characteristics that are not the same as his own, or even completely opposite.

On its own, it is ideal for casting silent spells, earning it a reputation as being "suitable only for wizards of the highest caliber".

At the same time, it is extremely easy to use and loyal.

And the wand core made of unicorn tail hair...

While rejecting black magic, this is also the most loyal of all wand cores, and may even "die" for it.

Two loyalty attributes, plus one resistance to dark magic.

The three elements returned to one, and it was really hard for Voldemort to die.

Today's remnant soul of Voldemort has been completely integrated with Lin Zuo.

As for the magic knowledge in the memory of the remnant soul, there are only five clear contents:

The Imperius Curse...

The Cruciatus Curse...

Legilimency…

Avada gnaws on a big melon...

The last part of the content is about resurrection spells and ritual ideas, which are still half-finished.

In other words, at this time, Voldemort, holding this wand, could only use magic...

Legilimency.

"What an excellent Legilimency master!" Voldemort murmured in a sarcastic tone.

Just as he was thinking about how to untie the wand's hold on him.

In his mind, Quirrell gave up control of his body and spoke.

"Master, will Dumbledore choose me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?"

In addition to confusion, there was also a hint of fear in his voice.

Voldemort was not surprised by his fear - fear would appear uncontrollably in anyone who had him on his head and took the initiative to approach the old bee.

"Quirrell."

"First of all, I want to make sure with you again. Don't call me Master. Call me Mysterious Man. This will make it less likely to be exposed."

"Secondly, this position belongs to you alone, or... do you think they will recruit a professor from Azkaban?"

Voldemort said, unable to help but smile.

I have to say that going to Azkaban to find a professor is also a good idea.

after all……

That is the fifth off-campus branch of Hogwarts, and only past "quality" graduates can go there to further their studies.

"Yes, Mr. You-Know-Who."

In his mind, Quirrell's voice sounded again, causing Voldemort to roll his eyes.

"Except sir, Quirrell, if you do this, I am 100% sure that the old bee's eyes will stare at you lovingly from behind the half-moon lenses."

The emotion of fear came from the depths of Quirrell's soul again, and Voldemort curled his lips helplessly.

This little fanboy of mine is really timid and loves to play.

"Mr. Quilinus Quirrell."

A clear voice sounded, and Professor George Fenn walked over, "You are ahead of schedule."

Voldemort stood up, smiled and nodded: "Yes, so as not to waste too much of your time."

"Compared to the funding you provided for my project, it is nothing to make me wait a little longer."

Professor George Fenn said as he pushed open the door of his office, "But I have to say, I am deeply touched by your courtesy."

Voldemort smiled in response and followed him into the room.

"So, I wonder if little Quirrell's mentality has changed for the better?"

Professor George Fenn put down the course materials in his hands and took the initiative to pour water for Voldemort.

"Thanks."

After taking the water and taking a sip, Voldemort said, "I don't think so yet. He is still swinging between arrogance and cowardice."

"I think with a few more treatments, it will be much better."

George Fen sat down in front of him, loosened the first button of his shirt, and said, "Then, would it be convenient for me to continue with him?"

Voldemort nodded and smiled: "Of course, the next step is your time."

After saying this, Quirrell, who was originally smiling calmly, suddenly became indifferent.

Voldemort's soul took the initiative to give way, and control of his body was once again given to Quirrell.

"Then, let's continue what we left off last time."

"Little Quirrell, what did you experience after you became a professor in that ancient college?"

asked George Fenn, professor of psychology at the University of London and original member of the BPS.

"I am very happy after I become...a professor of basic science knowledge..."

Quirrell recounted his experience. Although he still seemed indifferent, it was much better compared to a few days ago.

In fact.

If it hadn't been for the repeated pressure from his master, he would have been completely unable to accept being treated by a Muggle - even if this Muggle was a respected and extraordinary psychology professor.

How could the proud wizard Quirrell let others peek into his heart?

only……

The evil master was so terrifying that he did not dare to disobey his master's orders.

Moreover, I have to say that Professor George Fen still has some strength.

After the initial run-in, Professor George Fenn had found the problems in his character and began to guide them in the conversation.

This effect is getting better and better. At least when Quirrell faces the professor, he has changed from disgust and contempt to indifference.

Voldemort believed that if he continued a few more times, Quirrell would be able to stabilize his character, and when he saw the old bee, he would no longer have to pretend to be submissive.

He must admit that he is not a good actor.

Instead of being at Hogwarts, disguise yourself as Quirrell.

It's better to let Quirrell suffer a little and disguise him as himself.

after all.

Quirrell just needs to be as calm as himself when facing Dumbledore.

…

London night comes as always.

Darkness can cover many things, including thieves, drunkards, and girls, including...

owl.

"Knock, knock, knock."

When an owl came to the window and tapped it with its peck, Professor George Fenn, who looked back, was surprised.

“It’s a form of communication in my family.”

"Of course, it's a bit weird that we prefer owls to homing pigeons."

Voldemort took over Quirrell's control of the body in time. He spoke, stood up and came to the window.

"It's indeed amazing, but...how does it know you're here?"

Professor George Fenn asked curiously.

"If there are children in the family who go to school here, they should be the ones to train them."

Voldemort lied calmly, took the envelope from the owl's mouth, and took out some snacks with his other hand to feed it.

He lowered his head and looked at the back of the envelope. As expected, there was a wax seal and a shield.

The capital "H" is surrounded by an eagle, a lion, a badger and a snake.

He turned to Professor George Fen and smiled apologetically, then opened the envelope in his hand and unfolded the letter:

Dear Mr. Quirinus Quirrell:

We are pleased to inform you that your application for the position of professor of [Defense Against the Dark Arts] has been accepted. The interview will be held at 2pm on July 21st. Please be prepared.

Also: Please enter the school via Floo. As a former Muggle Studies professor, I think you know the name of my office very well. If you choose other methods, you can tell me in advance.

Vice-Principal (female): Minerva McGonagall.

The letter ended here, and a smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

"Is there any good news?"

asked George Fenn.

"Yes, a letter home."

Voldemort happily put the envelope into his pocket, and then said, "Professor George Fenn, your treatment may have to be accelerated. I don't want little Quirrell to look like this when he comes home."

"As you wish, Mr. Quirrell."

George Fenn nodded and started working again.

Voldemort, who gave up control of his body, murmured deep in Quirrell's consciousness:

"You have to be fully prepared..."

"Old Bee is not easy to deal with."

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