The Evil God of Hogwarts

Chapter 243 The Dark Lord (Thanks to 20200223094406670 for the reward)

"Where are you going, Xing Ze?" Xing Ze asked as he left in a hurry.

"Go back to the dormitory, I want to take a rest." Xing Ze replied.

Ron ran up to him excitedly and said, "I'll go with you, sir. You can teach me some magic duel skills."

"You can also teach me." Hermione also said.

"You two troublemakers stay here for me." Xing Ze said seriously, "No need for me to remind you, you are still under observation."

"Are you coming to watch the Quidditch match later?" Clara asked, "Those children really hope you can give them a few words of encouragement."

Xing Ze looked outside the tent. The Quidditch teams from each college had already entered the venue. The spectators who came for the duel had almost left, and the entire arena was quite empty.

But this did not affect the students' enthusiasm for the Quidditch game at all. In addition, after a wonderful magic showdown before, these children's enthusiasm was ignited like gunpowder.

"No," Xing Ze smiled and shook his head, "lecturing in front of thirty students is going to kill me. Saying things that go against your will in front of all the teachers and students in the school. This is not my style."

After that, he quickly walked out of the tent and walked towards the castle.

"Then what's his style?" Ron looked up and asked Ben.

Ben thought for a moment and said, "Telling a bad joke seriously?"

…

In the bright and empty corridor, a figure flashed quickly. Quirinus Quirrell walked in a hurry, and from time to time he looked around nervously.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell."

The person who emerged from the corner made Quirrell almost scream in shock. After seeing the person clearly, he shrank and said: "Hello...Hello, Professor Xing Ze."

"Ah, I'm not qualified to be called a professor yet." Xing Ze smiled, "But you are different. I remember that you applied to return to school to teach after graduation, and then went to the Dark Forest in July last year."

"No...that's right." Quirrell nodded and stretched out his hand to hold his purple turban.

Xing Ze's sense of smell easily picked up the strange smell coming from his turban. When he realized that Quirrell was about to leave, he stopped him and said, "Where are you going, Professor?"

Quirrell's face gradually turned gloomy, "I was just taking a walk. It's rare that the school becomes so quiet."

"Yes." Xing Ze agreed, "It's so quiet, just perfect for going to the restricted area to steal the magic stone."

These words made Quirrell's eyes suddenly open. He shrank back and stretched out his hand to touch his waist.

But Xing Ze was faster than him. He immediately held down Quirrell's hand that was about to take out the wand. "Don't be so surprised, professor. Let your master talk to me."

A few wisps of black mist emerged from Quirrell's cuffs. Xing Ze quickly withdrew his hand and looked at him warily.

A hoarse and unpleasant hissing voice sounded like a snake spitting messages, "Let me talk to him."

"But Master."

"Shut up and let me talk to him."

Quirrell's body trembled slightly, he raised his hand and took off the scarf on his head. The big scarf fell down, and his exposed head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.

The legendary devil is just like in the movie. He had a hideous and terrifying face, skin as white as chalk, protruding red eyes with a strange light, and under those eyes were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Xing Ze..." Voldemort whispered, his voice almost a whisper.

Even though the Dark Lord was extremely weak at this time, Xing Ze could still feel the pressure from him, a pressure that was as invisible but heavy as black mist.

He could now understand why Quirrell succumbed to this weak dark wizard. The mental pressure he suffered was probably far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Tell me, Xing Ze, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"A deal." Xing Ze said, "You tell me where the last piece of debris is, and I'll help you enter the restricted area."

An ugly smile appeared on that twisted face, "Hahaha, that's interesting. My subordinates have mentioned you more than once. They said you are a person who doesn't play by the rules."

After saying these words, Voldemort groaned in pain several times. He took a deep breath, stabilized his condition and continued: "It seems that they were right. I thought you knew my... identity. Finally, he will come with... a bunch of Aurors.

"But I...I didn't expect that you would be so naive. You would come to trade with me openly."

After saying that, a large amount of black mist surrounded Xing Ze's body. He quickly retreated and shouted: "If you think I am lying, then let me accompany you to the restricted area first."

"No need, kid."

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and Xing Zebie was forced to the end of the corridor, "Then what's stopping you from getting the Sorcerer's Stone so far? Watchdog Lu Wei? The chessboard? Or the Mirror of Erised?"

The mist stopped, and they began to recede gradually, finally returning to Quirrell's body.

Voldemort took a long breath, and then whispered: "I can kill you..."

"That's not necessarily the case."

"Do you know who I am? I am..."

"I know, but you're weak right now."

"You are very confident."

"Of course." Xing Ze smiled slightly, "You want the magic stone and I want the fragments. This is a fair deal."

"I don't have the fragments."

"But you know where it is, and your loyal man, Jamie Avery, must be claiming credit for it."

"He is a fool," Voldemort cursed. "They are all fools."

Xing Ze nodded, "I agree with you on this point. They have been tinkering with the physical plan for so long, but they still have not been able to realize it. With such a group of subordinates, I can understand why you want to steal the magic stone.

"Besides, you don't want to work for the Sabbat Order, do you? Let the fragments of the statue be scattered across the country to trigger a great plague, so that the Ministry of Magic has no time to take care of you.

"But the real purpose of those madmen is not that. They want to launch a big sacrifice and let the plague take away enough people to please their gods. For this reason, they even summoned the ice demon to attack the train, completely ignoring you transactions between.”

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, "You know a lot, young man."

"I recently spoke with your old friend Mendez and he told me almost everything, including his disdain for you."

Voldemort's face became even more distorted, and he growled: "Pay attention, young man. You are playing with fire."

"I don't think so. Let's talk as we go. We don't have much time. Although Dumbledore was deceived into London by your men's false information, I think he should leave now.

"But no one can tell who will pop up around the next corner. These days, plans never keep up with changes. Do you think so, Your Excellency the Dark Lord?"

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