HP Approaches the Magical World

The world is very strange, and Jon has always been very aware of this.

People often meet unexpected people in unexpected places. It is this kind of unexpected and wonderful fate that makes people feel that the world is impermanent.

as now.

[Poseidon] and [Monitoring Wind Whisper], two ancient magics, were combined in the deconstruction method created by the wizard's whimsy to form a magical field, although it did not give Jon any magical power. It caused an excessively heavy load, but it was also difficult for his soul to bear such a large amount of information infusion.

He needs to simplify, but without an anchor point, his consciousness can't be completely concentrated in one place, and he can only take a walk, so it can be said that the appearance of Quirrell can be regarded as a help to Jon.

In an instant, the emptiness of the tree retracted its roots, and the soaring birds fell from the sky, leaving only a ray of wind tied to the wave left by Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing in the Forbidden Forest at this time? Bringing... his master?"

...

The time goes back to half a year ago.

This is an unremarkable spring.

At this time in the Scottish Highlands, the temperature is actually not warm, and the villas in the suburbs are even more empty.

In the villa, a young man wearing a suitcase and covered in a black robe suddenly emerged from the fireplace. With a flick of his hand, a small snake flew out of his sleeve, and then Facing the air, it grew several times, turning into a giant python several meters long.

Quirrell looked at the boa constrictor named Nagini, then turned and walked away.

If there is no response, it means that the owner has not woken up yet.

This is a good thing, he can still use this time to solve the problem of this room.

The Floo network here was completely abolished, but Quirrell didn't feel bad about it. After all, it was an illegal construction made temporarily. He didn't have much talent for learning magic, but his talent for crooked ways was surprisingly good.

——It shouldn't be said that, in fact, it's not that he doesn't have the talent to learn magic, it's just that compared to those remarkable talents in other aspects, his magic talent seems a bit dim.

If he followed the original trajectory of fate, he would devote himself to research work after graduation, and then perhaps become a well-known wizard in that field.

But Quirrell is weirder, he doesn't like such a reputation.

It is ironic that a wizard is not famous for his magical powers.

So... maybe he should have been a Dark wizard in the first place.

Quirrell sat in the armchair, watched the fire in the fireplace, and took a long sip of tea.

The flames in the fireplace danced in his eyes, just like his current mood.

Everything is different.

He is no longer the poor stutter he was back then—even though he wasn't a stutter in the first place, at that time he had just started to become interested in and learn about black arts, but in Hogwarts, an ordinary professor Ma Gua's teacher's study of black magic is a very eye-catching thing. He can't borrow any books related to black magic, and he can't talk about such topics, because it has nothing to do with him.

He even started to envy Snape, the man who used to be a Death Eater. He felt that he was born in the wrong era. If he lived in Voldemort's era, he would definitely be an excellent dark wizard.

Excellent and great.

Even if you want to leave the camp of dark wizards, you only need to run in front of Dumbledore and pretend to be a head of Hogwarts.

What a beautiful thing.

Quirrell himself thinks,

He prefers the feeling of being awed to the fame brought about by his talent.

So, Quirrell began to imagine that he could find Voldemort, and even learn black magic from the Dark Lord.

On this smuggling trip, he went to Albania.

It wasn't the first time he went to the Albanian forest, because all the dark wizards knew that Voldemort hid in this forest to recuperate.

He wanted to find Voldemort, but he couldn't find it, and instead had a fight with the vampire family there.

Didn't stand any cheap at all.

Quirrell, who refused to admit that he was weaker than a despicable creature like a vampire, began to learn black magic more crazily, and his hard work paid off. This time, he met Voldemort.

He stayed with a boa constrictor, entrenched in a corner not far from the center of the dark forest.

But such a place is not easy to stay in. Quirrell has experienced it himself, and he also knows how repelling outsiders exist here. Whether it is a dark wizard or a dark creature, they have exactly the same position on this point.

The Dark Forest is a dark paradise, but the darkness here obviously doesn't like the darkness outside so much.

However, Voldemort, who lost his body and was not as strong as before, can stand here, which obviously shows that he has very good abilities.

There is no such thing as good and evil in the world. The man who was guarded by a boa constrictor was once called the Dark Lord by the world, and he only used bloody methods when fighting for status.

But is waste really worth living in this world?

Quirrell doesn't want to know the answer to this question, and it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't care whether waste exists. Ravenclaw College is all smart people, and no one is waste.

And for a truly powerful wizard, who cares about the life and death of waste?

It has to be said that Voldemort has a very eloquent mouth, and every word hits Quirrell's heart. Within a few days, Quirrell has completely become a follower of Voldemort.

But believers are also tired, especially when Voldemort can only order him alone, Quirrell's work is even more tiring.

Fortunately, the boa constrictor's hibernation period will soon be completely over, and he will soon have a helper.

Quirrell drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and began to tidy up the room with his wand.

Since finding Voldemort, Quirrell began to accept Voldemort's instruction and execute orders. Now he is going to start looking for the elixir of life. There is no way to bring this snake with him, so he can only keep this snake in his own home.

Fortunately, this place is only a temporary residence of Qi Luo, and it is relatively remote, but there is no need to be afraid that people will find something strange here.

It's just that there seems to be no need to clean up. This snake will definitely make a mess here, Quirrell thought. At this moment, the boa constrictor warming by the fireplace opened its mouth and spit out a small crystal ball.

Voldemort woke up.

Quirrell walked over respectfully, lifted the ball, and pressed it on his forehead.