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It sounds high-end and classy, and it makes people excited.
Compare it with Voldemort... He didn't give any benefits, but just asked for power and status, which were empty promises.
To be honest, this old-fashioned trick can only fool a simple and stupid boy like Quirrell.
But Kyle thought about it carefully and soon felt relieved.
After all, whether it was Slytherin's locket or Hufflepuff's gold cup, all the good things Voldemort collected were made into Horcruxes, so it was naturally impossible to take them out.
And if he also had a slogan that could get people's blood boiling...
For example, if he shouted "I am the chosen one, and the only one" or "Fight for a better tomorrow" before the war, maybe the headmaster of Hogwarts now would not be Dumbledore, but Riddle.
Kyle complained in his heart.
Because of the protection of the brain blockade, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Kyle didn't react, he thought his price was not enough.
"What a greedy boy..."
Voldemort continued in his hoarse voice: "What if I could make you immortal... like me, without having to endure the pain of aging, without having to worry about death, and become eternal in this world!"
This time the bewitching finally looks somewhat real.
"That's exactly what I want to ask." Kyle lowered his head, pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Voldemort, can you tell me how to make a Horcrux..."
"kill him!"
Before Kyle could finish his words, he heard Voldemort's angry roar.
The Horcrux is his biggest secret. Although he doesn't know how the little wizard in front of him discovered it, it doesn't matter anymore. He must die!
Quirrell seemed to have wanted to do this for a long time, and he immediately turned around and raised his wand.
A green light appeared faintly...
"Avada..."
But Kyle was faster than him, and at the same time Voldemort gave the order, he also opened his box...
A huge dog with three heads rushed out instantly and bit Quirrell's arm.
"Click..."
The crisp sound echoed in the room.
Quirrell's hand broke and his wand fell to the ground. He tried to pick it up, but the next second, a scorching flame swept over him.
Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, flew behind Kyle, breathing out dragon flames wantonly.
Because he had been parasitized by Voldemort for a long time and had lost most of his vitality by the biting cabbage, Quirrell was already on the verge of death.
Under the burning of the dragon flame, his screams lasted only a moment and then disappeared.
When Kyle dispelled the dragon flames, Quirrell was left with only one breath left.
He lay motionless on the ground, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly.
If he hadn't drunk the unicorn's blood beforehand, he would have been dead by now.
Lu Wei opened his mouth and bit half of Quirrell's body, and Norbert also flew to the side, ready to spit dragon flames again.
"I was just about to say this..." Kyle walked over and shook his head slightly, "It's very dangerous to point your wand at others casually, Professor Quirrell."
"Who are you?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
If looks could kill, Kyle would have died countless times already... Well, Voldemort's looks could kill, but unfortunately he was too weak now to cast spells without a wand.
Quirrell's condition didn't allow him to extract his vitality again.
"Mr. Voldemort, your time is precious now, so please don't say anything useless."
Kyle asked again: "How are Horcruxes made?"
At this time, Voldemort seemed to have accepted everything in front of him and gradually calmed down.
"How did you know about Horcruxes?" he asked.
"What a coincidence! You should know the Room of Requirement, the magical room on the eighth floor."
Kyle smiled and said, "Guess what I found in there..."
"Tsk, I have to say, that plaster statue is really ugly."
"The Diadem of Ravenclaw..." Voldemort said dryly.
"Yes... Of course, after all, you put it there with your own hands, so you must know it."
Kyle said: "When I first found it, I was ecstatic, but soon I realized something was wrong with it."
"After that, I spent an entire school year looking through all the books in my house to confirm that the tiara was made into a Horcrux."
"I'm very curious about this, but the contents of those books are too general. There is no information about the production process of Horcruxes."
"I also looked in the restricted section of the library, and there were no clues there either..."
"It was Dumbledore..." Voldemort sneered, "Perhaps he has put away all the books related to Horcruxes, that hypocritical guy."
"So, I can only ask you." Kyle shrugged and said, "After all, I can't ask the principal for those things."
"But why should I tell you?" Voldemort sneered, "You can kill Quirrell right now. He is just a waste, a tool that is not very useful. Even if he dies, it will not affect me at all."
"It seems you are not going to tell me." Kyle said disappointedly.
"No, I changed my mind. I decided to tell you. As a reward for finding the crown, I decided to tell you everything about the Horcruxes!"
Voldemort suddenly laughed, and his laughter was like that of a madman: "Ahem... Dumbledore, my dear professor, you must not agree with me teaching him these, but I must teach him... What can you do to me, the great... Dumbledore?"
"Listen carefully, the creation of a Horcrux requires killing... but before that, you need to master a special spell that allows you to touch your own soul..."
Kyle was slightly stunned. He had originally planned to threaten Voldemort by handing the crown to Dumbledore, but he didn't expect that Voldemort would agree inexplicably.
Just to compete with Dumbledore?
What is this, love-hate relationship? Dumbledore is too popular...
But none of this has anything to do with him.
Kyle gave Voldemort a wary look, then pulled out his shorthand quill and parchment.
The room seemed to have turned into a classroom all of a sudden, but the professor in front of him was a bit dangerous, the kind that could kill him at any time.
To be honest, Voldemort really has the potential to be a professor. He can always find the most critical issues, and then use his own understanding to summarize those lengthy contents into a few simple sentences.
Even something as complex as Horcruxes only took him a few minutes to finish explaining it. There was no nonsense at all, only solid information.
“I am looking forward to it…” Voldemort sneered, “If Dumbledore finds you making a Horcrux… his expression will surely be very interesting… hehe.”
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 225 The destroyed Philosopher's Stone?
Voldemort seemed eager to see Kell discovered by Dumbledore while he was making his Horcruxes.
Or in other words, in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he would be discovered.
"Don't bother with that, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.
Voldemort's words cannot be trusted. No one except himself knows whether the contents above are true or false. We can only say that most of them should be true.
It's okay to use it as a reference before I get the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".
"You just said... Professor?" Voldemort looked a little strange.
"You taught me something after all..." Kyle said as a matter of course: "No matter what, I should call you professor."
"Oh, stupid trick..."
Voldemort sneered: "Do you think I will let you go just like that, you smartass?
Enjoy the rest of your life, I will be back one day."
"I will find you. No matter how many Horcruxes you have made, I will dig them out. You...can't escape!"
"Then you'll have to look carefully, my dear professor." Kyle said with a smile.
At this time, the black flame that had been extinguished began to burn again, and it was obvious that someone had entered the room again.
"It came just in time."
Kyle pulled out another potion and held it in his hand, then dug out his invisibility cloak.
"Tell me...how did you do it..." Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "You knew that it was me on Quirrell...and you were able to wait here in advance..."
"It's not hard to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly: "Horcrux, unicorn blood, elixir... Put these together, and the answer is obvious."
"As for why I was able to come here early...I have to thank Bella...ahem, Mr. Potter."
……
Soon, the black magic fire suddenly swayed, and a figure slowly walked out from it.
Harry had expected to see Snape, or even Voldemort, but it turned out to be neither.
There was only one person in the room crawling on the ground...
There was also a familiar scarf lying nearby, it belonged to Professor Quirrell.
"Professor?" Harry walked over cautiously, but after taking only two steps, he was horrified to find that there was a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.
Harry felt a chill on his back and subconsciously stepped back, wanting to return to the warm castle.
But the thought that Voldemort might get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone gave him pause.
He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have fainted, and the face on the back of his head had its eyes tightly closed. Although its lips were still opening and closing slightly, as if it was saying something, there was no sound at all.
Although Harry was curious, he didn't dare to go closer.
He stepped carefully around Quirrell.
It was not until then that he realized there was something standing next to it. It was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.
"So Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here," Harry whispered.
Seeing the mirror again, Harry couldn't help but step forward and take a look.
"There is nothing around here, maybe the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in here..." He thought so and then came to the mirror.