With a wand in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, Hogwarts is the king

Snape paused.

He looked at Erwin's departing back.

He was slightly absent-minded.

With a wave of his hand, a dusty mirror that was buried somewhere flew in front of him from a corner.

Snape looked at himself in the mirror.

He whispered, "Under the sun?"

Snape had forgotten how long he hadn't laughed.

It seemed that he had never laughed since Lily died and Erwin's parents died.

The last time he laughed was in front of Erwin's father. They talked a lot that day. Even in such a turbulent situation, Snape could still laugh heartily. That was his happiest time. Unfortunately, it was gone forever.

Snape snapped his fingers.

The mirror in front of him shattered directly.

"Under the sun, I have no chance! But your child will stand in the sun and accept everyone's attention. I promise! Even if it costs his life!"

Snape's face became cold again.

Continue to work on the potion in his hand.

Erwin leaned against the door of Snape's office.

Listening to the sound of the mirror breaking inside.

Sighed.

Under the sun? Is he really worthy of standing under the sun?

If one day, his true nature is seen through by everyone, there will be no place for him even in the shadows.

With an uncontrolled desire to kill in his body, how can he be qualified to stand under the sun?

Looking at his hands, they were already bleeding.

What about under the sun?

However, Erwin will not regret it, he has never known what regret is.

Everything he did was to survive, to make the Cavendish family walk ahead of everyone.

As long as he can do this, even if one day he is hated by the light and abandoned by the shadows, he is worth it.

As for Snape's desire for him to stand under the sun, if there really is such a day, then he will be bathed in the sun, and Snape will stand beside him, which is also Erwin's promise.

It has nothing to do with anything else, just because of Erwin's gratitude to Professor Snape.

Erwin knew how good Snape was to him after he came to Hogwarts.

Erwin straightened his clothes.

The corner of his mouth raised a consistent smile.

Unlike Snape, Erwin was born to smile.

Although, this smile was not from the heart.

But there was always a smile on his face, only in this way, others would get close to him and not put him on the level of vigilance.

Smile is really a good thing, it can unconsciously bring two people closer.

Even if an executioner with blood on his hands, when his smile has become natural, others will think he is a good person.

Erwin has always adhered to this.

Next, he should go to see his other private teacher.

Socket teacher, here I come!

Behind the dark corridor, a touch of silver is particularly conspicuous in the dark.

Under the dim light, the silver hair and the moonlight complement each other.

At the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

Erwin raised his hand and knocked on the door of Quirrell's office.

Soon, there was a hurried sound of footsteps inside.

Professor Quirrell opened the door.

"Erwin, you're here!"

Erwin bowed slightly: "Good evening, Professor Quirrell!"

Professor Quirrell smiled and said: "Come in!"

Erwin nodded.

Walked directly into the office.

The wide robe blocked the pistol on Erwin's waist and the wand in his hand.

Professor Quirrell said: "Sit down for a while! What do you want to drink? Is black tea okay?"

Erwin said: "Forget it, drink some water! If I drink tea, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night!"

Professor Quirrell nodded: "You're right, I didn't think about it!"

Professor Quirrell turned around and planned to pour water for Erwin.

Professor Quirrell was very enthusiastic about Erwin.

He wanted to take out the best tea to entertain Erwin.

Unfortunately, Erwin didn't plan to drink tea.

At this moment.

An old and weak voice came: "Okay! Let me do it!"

Professor Quirrell's body suddenly stopped.

"Master, I'll pour water for Erwin first!"

Voldemort said coldly: "I said, let me do it!"

Erwin came to Professor Quirrell and took the cup from Professor Quirrell!

"Professor Quirrell! I can do it myself, you take a rest first! Let my teacher come out!"

Professor Quirrell nodded.

Then he took off the scarf on his head.

Voldemort's face that looked a little disgusting was revealed.

"My student, are you okay?"

Erwin bowed: "Of course, teacher! I haven't seen you for a day, you seemMore energetic! This is really good news! "

Voldemort said: "I know my situation myself, and you should know that at my level, these flatteries are no longer useful!"

Elvin was disdainful in his heart.

What level?

The level of neither human nor ghost?

Of course, Elvin would not say so.

"Sorry, teacher! It's me who offended. In fact, I didn't mean to flatter, I really mean it!"

In fact, Voldemort was still very useful to Elvin's words.

Voldemort said: "Okay! Stop talking nonsense, tell me, what do you want to learn from me? Dark magic? Or, I can teach you to defend against dark magic! In fact, if it weren't for that blind old thing Dumbledore, I would have been the greatest professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the history of Hogwarts! "

Elvin understood.

It seems that Voldemort's obsession with the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is indeed true.

This guy really wants to be a teacher to teach and educate people.

Imagine Voldemort becoming the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The young wizards will spar with each other in the future.

Starting with the big melon?

Good guy, Hogwarts doesn't seem to have a death indicator.

It seems that Dumbledore is still wise.

He didn't let this lunatic become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Otherwise, the word defense can be removed.

Elvin said: "Teacher, your erudition, I think everything you teach me will be enough for me to benefit from for a lifetime! However, if possible, I want to learn offensive means! After all, the best attack is defense, isn't it?"

Voldemort said: "Well said! In this case, I also know your qualifications! I will directly teach you my best spell, the Killing Curse, do you dare to learn it? "

Elvin's pupils shrank slightly.

Sure enough, the socket had no good intentions. Why did he teach the killing curse right away? It was simple.

Because as long as Elvin learned the killing curse, it would be equivalent to giving Voldemort a handle.

As long as Elvin learned it, Voldemort could threaten him with Azkaban at any time.

Tsk tsk tsk, socket, life is full of calculations.

However, Elvin accepted everyone.

As the only one in the magic world who could practice the killing curse silently and without a wand, Elvin believed that he would gain something!