Chapter 195
world is very wonderful, and Jon has always been very aware of this.
People are often able to meet unexpected people in unexpected places. It is this unexpected and wonderful fate that makes people feel that things are impermanent.
As it is now.
The two ancient magics of [Poseidon] and [Monitor Wind Talk] were combined in the deconstruction method created by the wizard’s whimsical ideas to form a magical Domain, although there is no It puts an excessive load on Jon's magic power, but his soul can hardly bear such a large amount of information instillation.
He needs to simplify, but without anchors, his consciousness cannot be completely concentrated in one place, he can only take a walk, so it can be said that the emergence of Quirrell is a match for Jon .
In an instant, the emptiness of the tree converged its roots, and the soaring bird fell from the sky, leaving only a ray of wind tied to the wave left by Quirrell.
"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing in Forbidden Forest at this time? And bringing...his master?"
...
The time has been rolled back to half a year Before.
This is an ordinary 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 carrying a suitcase and enveloped in a black robe suddenly emerged from the fireplace, shaking his hand, and there was a small snake from his sleeve. It flew out, and then it grew several times in the air, turning into a python several meters long.
Quirrell looked at the python named Nagini, turned and walked away.
If there is no response, it means that the owner has not yet woken up.
This is a good thing, he can still take advantage of this time to solve the problem in this room.
The Floo Network here is completely abolished, but Quirrell is not distressed. After all, it was originally a temporary illegal construction. He does not have any innate talent to learn magic, but the innate talent on the crooked door It is surprisingly good.
——It should not be said that, in fact, he is not an innate talent who has not learned magic, but his magic talent is a bit bleak compared to other remarkable talents.
If he follows the original destiny trajectory, he will devote himself to research after graduation, and then may become a well-known wizard in that field.
But Quirrell is weird, he doesn't like such a reputation.
A wizard is not famous for its magic power, which is a kind of irony in itself.
So... Maybe he should have become a dark wizard.
Quirrell sat in the armchair, looked at the fire in the fireplace, and took a sip of tea.
The flame in the fireplace is beating in his eyes, just like his current mood.
Everything is different.
He is no longer the poor stammer back then-although he is not a stammer, at that time he just started to become interested in dark magic and learn, but among Hogwarts, one The ordinary professor of muggle studying dark magic is a very interesting thing. He has no way to borrow any books related to dark magic, nor can he talk about such topics, because it has nothing to do with him.
He even began to admire Snape, admiring this man who used to be Death Eater. He felt that he was born in the wrong time. If he lived in the age of Voldemort, he would definitely become an excellent dark wizard.
Excellent and great.
Even if you want to leave the dark wizard camp, you only need to run to Dumbledore and pretend to be a head of Hogwarts.
What a wonderful thing this is.
Quirrell himself thinks that he prefers the feeling of being in awe compared to the reputation brought by his talent.
So Quirrell began to imagine that he could find Voldemort, and even learned dark magic from the Dark Lord.
On the smuggling trip this time, he went to Albania.
It was not the first time he went to Albanian Forest, because the dark wizard knew that Voldemort hid in this forest to recuperate.
He wanted to find Voldemort, but he didn't find it. Instead, he fought with the Vampire family there.
Not at all cheap.
Unwilling to admit that he was weaker than Vampire, Quirrell, he began to learn dark magic even more crazily. The effort paid off. At this time, he met Voldemort.
He stayed with a python, entrenched in a corner not far from the center of the Dark Forest.
But it’s not easy to stay in such a place. Quirrell has experienced it himself, and knows how repellent the existence here is, whether it’s a dark wizard or a dark creature. same.
Dark Forest is a dark paradise, but the darkness here obviously doesn't like the darkness outside so much.
While losing his body, Voldemort, who is not as strong as before, can stand here, which obviously shows that he has a brilliant ability.
There is no good or evil in the world. This person who was called the Dark Lord by the guardian of an anaconda was once called the Dark Lord by the world, and 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. It has nothing to do with him. He doesn't care about the existence of waste. Ravenclaw house is all smart people, and no one is waste.
And for a truly powerful wizard, who cares about the life and death of waste?
I have to say that Voldemort has a very talking mouth, and every sentence is in Quirrell’s deep in one's heart. Within a few days, Quirrell has completely become a believer of Voldemort.
But believers are also tired, especially when Voldemort can only order him alone, Quirrell's work is even more tiring.
Fortunately, the python's hibernation period will soon pass completely, and he will soon have a helper.
Quirrell drank the cup of tea in one gulp, and began to wave the wand pack to open the room.
Since he found Voldemort, Quirrell began to accept Voldemort’s instructions and execute orders. Now he is looking for immortality medicine. There is no way to bring this snake with this thing, so I can only keep this snake. In my own home.
Fortunately, this is just a temporary residence of Quirrell, and it is also relatively remote, so there is no need to be afraid of being found out here.
It’s just that Pack doesn’t seem to be necessary either. This snake will definitely mess up here, Quirrell thought. At this moment, the python that was grilling on fire by the fireplace opened its mouth and spit out one. Little crystal ball.
Voldemort woke up from sleep.
Quirrell walked over respectfully, lifted the ball, and pressed it on his forehead.