The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The exams for the day are over.

The most troublesome Potions class was also completed under Snape's close attention.

Many students who usually have good grades also made mistakes under his cold eyes.

Especially Gryffindor!

If it weren't for the exam, Snape would definitely deduct several points!

Dinner time.

All the freshmen breathed a sigh of relief.

But they dare not relax, because the exam will continue tomorrow.

Countless little wizards holding textbooks formed a peculiar landscape.

Especially around Argus, there were the most people gathered!

A day of exams made them completely give up the idea of ​​​​muddling through, and they could only choose to cram at the last minute.

Even if they couldn't get it, they had to try to get it.

After all, the Potions exam is over!

With Snape's temper, even if you complete it perfectly, he can only give you an A at most!

It's a blessing to get an E!

"Judging from the timeline, the exam week is the time for the first decisive battle between Voldemort and Harry."

"I just don't know the exact day."

"More importantly, after Ron's snitching last time, Hagrid also has a hurdle in his heart about the two of them."

"Whether they can get the final clue from Hagrid is uncertain!"

While eating, Argus glanced at Harry and Ron quietly.

At this time, each of them held a book in his hand, and did not seem to continue looking for clues from Hagrid.

"Let's see how Dumbledore arranges it. With Harry's current condition, he probably doesn't have the courage to fight Voldemort like in the original book."

"But the Philosopher's Stone is indeed a good thing. If I have the chance to get it, I may try it!"

"I prepared a lot of magic items when I went home last time. Plus, Voldemort and Harry are in a bloody battle, so my condition is definitely not much better."

While thinking, Argus answered questions for the wizards around him who came to ask questions.

His notes can only guarantee passing, but there are always some people who want to pursue higher grades, and it is reasonable to ask the most famous academic bully in Hogwarts.

...

One night passed.

A new round of exams is about to begin.

The first one today is the most relaxing Defense Against the Dark Arts.

These students don't know Quirrell's true identity at all, they just think he is a cowardly and good-tempered person.

Especially Harry and Ron.

After Harry witnessed Snape threatening Quirrell with his own eyes. He firmly believed that Quirrell was the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone and the hero who secretly fought against Snape!

His affection for Quirrell grew day by day.

Ron was simpler. His affection for Professor Quirrell was only because Quirrell stopped letting Argus go to his office.

When he first learned about this, he was excited for a while.

In contrast, Argus was not so calm.

It would take no more than a week for Voldemort to take action in the plot. At the most critical moment, Voldemort would definitely try his best to increase his success rate!

And there were only two people in Hogwarts who could help him.

One was Snape, and the other was himself!

Compared to Snape, whom he had never contacted since he parasitized, he was obviously a better choice.

As the door of the examination room opened, Quirrell walked out of the door and arranged the freshmen to enter in turn in a stuttering tone.

The test papers were quickly distributed.

The questions were not difficult, and Argus had finished them in less than a third of the time.

He wanted to wait for others to hand in their papers and hand them in together to minimize contact with Quirrell.

But when he thought about the magic he was going to use later, he would have a one-on-one conversation with Quirrell no matter what.

Then he was relieved and raised his hand openly.

"Professor Quirrell, my test paper is finished!"

There was a hissing sound from the crowd.

Voldemort didn't seem to plan to show up in this exam, and Quirrell looked timid from beginning to end.

Only when he saw Argus did a trace of hatred burst out in his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, test paper!"

Argus stood up and handed the test paper over. The moment he came into contact with Quirrell, he heard Quirrell say something quickly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Tomorrow night, go to the restricted area on the third floor."

Argus didn't intend to pay attention and turned to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Quirrell picking up a pen and staring at his test paper, and he couldn't help but pause.

Quirrell showed a successful smile on his face, and continued in an extremely subtle voice: "Mr. Grindelwald, do you think I will threaten you with the results?"

"No, no, no, this is too childish."

"As long as you are still in school, the people around you will always be your weaknesses!"

Fuck you!

You are playing this again!

Can you come up with something new!

Agus stared at Quirrell with his blue eyes, and there was an unstoppable killing intent in his eyes.

Quirrell seemed to have seen nothing at all, and casually drew a circle on Agus's parchment, turned around and walked towards the other freshmen.

Agus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, so as not to let others see the clues.

He looked at Quirrell deeply and left the examination room directly.

"Damn it! I still overestimated Voldemort's bottom line!"

"The same trick is used all the time! I don't have any solution yet!"

"You can't tie them together for several days in a row? Even a fool can see that something is wrong!"

"Fortunately, Voldemort has only been jumping around this year. He can be much quieter in the following years, and he will not revive until the Goblet of Fire."

"If I had known earlier, I should have brought two pistols from the Muggle world in advance to see how hard his head is!"

While Argus cursed Voldemort for being unethical, he was also thinking about how to carry out the action tomorrow night.

To be honest, what really scared him was not the so-called three levels.

It was Voldemort!

He knew the plot well and knew that Voldemort could not get the Philosopher's Stone.

Unable to revive, Quirrell's body fell into a state of exhaustion again.

In this way, I became his backup!

I guess he sent Quirrell to ask me to go over, and I also had this idea in mind!

"No, we have to make some preparations in advance."

"There is still one day left, and we can get a lot of things!"

"It's better to get Harry involved. I don't believe that Dumbledore would let Harry and I risk our lives together!"

After the exam was over, Argus went to Hagrid's place without stopping and bought this batch of magical animal materials in advance.

He also took Hagrid's unicorn blanket and cushion.

Then he wrote to Vita Rosier and asked her to send him a bottle of Felix Felicis as soon as possible.

He found the Weasley twins and spent a lot of money to buy all the dung eggs.

Finally, he pretended to have a secret in front of Ron. When Draco asked him to go out to play, he refused on the pretext that he had something to do tonight.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the agreed time to come.

Soon the next night, Argus drank the Felix Felicis in the dormitory.

A cool feeling rushed straight to the brain, and everything around him seemed to be different.

The once obscure magic became gradually clear at this moment.

"Is this the feeling of the Lucky Potion? It deserves to be called a lucky potion!"

With a sigh, Argus came all the way to the restricted area on the third floor.

A black-robed figure had been waiting at the door.

Although his face was still pale, the ambition and confidence in his eyes were something that ordinary people could not have.

The look he gave Argus was even more greedy.

Argus did not show any dissatisfaction.

With a smile on his face, he bowed slightly and performed a standard noble etiquette.

"Teacher, long time no see."