There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 103 I am the Dark Lord
A bald head, no eyebrows, no beard, no nose.He has a strange appearance, a strange face, a pale face, a ferocious face, and deep-set eye sockets, like two black holes.

A man in a black robe, wearing a mask with strange patterns and engraved runes on his face.With a steady pace, countless dark wizards worshiped him, full of mysterious evil.

Who is the Dark Lord, need I ask?
The magic world is not big, and the news spread quickly. Quirrell was startled when he heard that one hundred thousand black wizards besieged the Bojinbok store. Under Voldemort's strong request, he pretended to have a stomachache.

"Hagrid, I have a disease that will cause me to die if I don't rest." Quirrell clutched his stomach: "Look carefully."

Going to work is just work, and fishing is the boss's money.

Hagrid was furious. I have been a professor of protection of magical creatures for ten years. I have old qualifications and high status.

Do you think I'm a newbie in the industry?

You run away and leave the work to me?

Ten years ago, maybe I put up with it.

But now, if I'm being bullied by a new professor of yours, how am I going to be at Hogwarts, Rubeus Hagrid?

If the news gets out, people will look down on me!

Hagrid pressed Quirrell's shoulders with his big fan-like hands. He bent down and lowered his head, facing Quirrell face to face.

"Professor Quirrell, the principal told me a story before. He said that it's not good for children to get sick and grow old. Most of them are pretending. Just give them a beating."

"I am 63 years old, and you are like a child in front of me."

The saliva fell on Quirrell's face, and Quirrell's shoulders were held down, so he couldn't wipe it off.

"Tell me, if I beat you up, will your illness be better?"

Quirrell: "..."

What kind of logic is this.

Quirrell gave up understanding, people like Hagrid can always lower the IQ of the nearby, and pull the other party to his familiar environment to defeat him.

Ashamed to say, although he knew that Hagrid was older than himself, and Hagrid was a guard in the hut next to the Forbidden Forest when he was studying, Quirrell still couldn't respect Hagrid.

Presumably he doesn't have a white beard?Usually silly?

"Forget it, to tell you the truth, I want to go to Knockturn Alley." Quirrell said softly: "I heard that the mysterious man is there, and I'm going to find out information!"

Hagrid stared at Quirrell, Quirrell's eyes were clear and firm, and he didn't lie.

Of course I didn't lie, Quirrell was busy inquiring about Voldemort's news for Voldemort!

Voldemort: "..."

What you said is me, and no one else can understand what you want to say.

"Mysterious Man? You mean Voldemort?" Hagrid put Quirrell down: "What time is it, you are still afraid of him."

Quirrell swallowed.

Say something.

Quirrell looked down on Hagrid, but he didn't want Hagrid to die.

Who would hate a big man without a heart?

Voldemort is listening in the back of my head, don't offend him!

"Look how cowardly you are." Hagrid sneered, "Others are afraid of Voldemort, but I am not!"

"Back then, when I was studying at Hogwarts with him, you weren't born yet!"

"Who would be afraid of their classmates?"

Quirrell took a deep breath.

"Master, is it true?"

Voldemort didn't answer, and acquiesced.

Quirrell frowned, something was wrong, I stroked it.

Hagrid is known to be unafraid of Voldemort, they once studied together at Hogwarts.

Later Voldemort became the Dark Lord, that is to say...

Quirrell gasped.

This big man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind has unimaginable power hidden in his huge body!
"Hagrid, let's go to Knockturn Alley together." Quirrell's eyes sparkled with wisdom.

In case of being hunted down by the master's Horcrux, Hagrid can help carry it!
"That's right." Hagrid nodded in satisfaction.

If you want to fish, I have no objection.

Bring colleagues together.

Everyone is not young, and they are all laborers. We should work together, how can we eat alone?

That is a betrayal of one's own class!

The two professors looked at each other and smiled, then crossed their shoulders and went to Knockturn Alley.

There are Sima face black wizards everywhere, but there are more people eating melons.

The wizards showed their means to suspend in the air or in the distance, watching the historic meeting between Voldemort and Mark.

"Is he pretending to be a mysterious person?" Quirrell shook his head like a rattle: "This is treating us like fools!"

Hagrid agreed: "I've seen Voldemort, he doesn't look like that."

Voldemort peeked at the bald head at the door of Borginbock's shop.

Don't look at it.

How could I be so ugly!
Although some places are similar, there are more places that are not!
"Master, do you think that masked Dark Lord is your Horcrux?" Quirrell communicated with Voldemort without language, and they communicated with each other.

Mark was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, so Voldemort couldn't see clearly.

It doesn't feel like it faintly, but it feels a bit like it.

"Perhaps so?" Voldemort wasn't sure.

Temperament, demeanor, respected by thousands of dark wizards, there is no doubt that only the Dark Lord can enjoy this treatment.

But the figure is not quite like it.

"I don't know if the one with the mask is my Horcrux, I can only be sure that the bald head is absolutely not!" Voldemort said firmly: "He is too ugly!"

Quirrell understood.

Can the master still not recognize himself?
Impossible!
"Bad acting." Quirrell said a moment of silence for the ugly bald head in front of Borginbock's store.

How dare you impersonate the Dark Lord!
You have never died!

You are doomed, no one in heaven and earth can save you!
On the other side, Lucius found a place where no one was around to observe secretly.

"Is that the Dark Lord? It's really powerful." Tom's face was a little rosy, and Mark's appearance was completely in line with his fantasy.

Wherever he went, people bowed their heads!

Command the world, dare not refuse!
As for the different figures...isn't that normal?
Tom was 17, too young, and the Dark Lord was old and out of shape!
Tom secretly made up his mind to take good care of it after resurrection.

"That year was seventeen, in Knockturn Alley, standing like a minion."

"One day, riding the wind, I want to transform into a dragon!"

"Now, the wizarding world is yours."

"The future, the magic world is mine!"

As Voldemort's close comrade-in-arms, Lucius is very familiar with Voldemort.

No matter how he looked at it, the bald head looked more like Voldemort.

But this cannot be said.

The bald head is too ugly!

How could the majestic head of the Malfoy family bow down under the wizard robes of such people?

The Malfoy family wants to save face!
Numerous wizards talked about it, they believed that Voldemort was a counterfeit and shoddy product, and Mark was the genuine product.

Tom was restless: "Why didn't the Dark Lord kill that ugly monster?"

"That ugly bastard lives and insults the Dark Lord's reputation!"

At the entrance of Bojinbok's store, Voldemort's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and his body couldn't help shivering. In summer...in autumn, he was covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet were cold.

What the hell is going on in this world!
I!
The greatest Dark Lord in history is standing here, you don't recognize it.

But identify with a counterfeit?

"I am the Dark Lord!" Voldemort roared, "All of you will be punished with the most severe punishment!"

Boos.

Voldemort's famous quotes are well known, but there is no such thing.

Voldemort can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't talk too much harshly. Even if he punishes the Death Eaters who haven't completed the task, he is kind and kind, using the tone of talking to a friend.

The whole is a gentle beast.

Unlike this bald head, he knows how to speak harshly and be harsh on the inside.

Mark smiled, and he raised his wand.

All voices fell silent, they wanted to hear what the Dark Lord had to say.

"From today, you all have to follow me!"

"I will give you unimaginable rewards!"

The black wizards collectively bowed their thanks.

The melon-eating crowd looked at each other one after another, sure, this is the real Dark Lord.

Overbearing, publicity, generosity, mighty.

"Whoever you are, you've pissed me off." Voldemort stared at Mark with a cold gaze that had never been so cold.

Rebels, supporters, he has seen a lot.

However, the imposter, Voldemort conquered the magic world in his world, and traveled in many worlds in the space of the Lord God, never seen such a despicable, dirty, and shameless person.

You are the Dark Lord, what am I?
"I have sufficient evidence to prove that I am the Dark Lord!" Mark laughed.

After the crackling apparition sound effects, Mark was surrounded by a handsome old man with neatly trimmed white hair and well-dressed clothes.

He's wearing a smart suit, knotted in a red tie, and has his hair combed like a grown-up.

After decades of not getting out of Newgarmond, this day finally came.

After meeting Mark, Mark found that he was more handsome than imagined.

It is worthy of being the first Dark Lord Grindelwald with ideals, goals and creativity.

Compared with Grindelwald, Voldemort is just the leader of an evil gang, his mana may be almost the same, but his ideological realm is too different.

"I was the number one devil before you, and you are the number one devil after me." Grindelwald admired.

"Congratulations on your return!"

There were whispers all around.

"Who is this old man? He looks very attractive."

"You don't even know him? Didn't you study the history of magic well?"

"I'm ashamed to say that Professor Binns's lectures are too hypnotic to be listened to!"

"Then you take the exam... oh, I understand."

Exams, that's all.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

No matter how good your proctoring skills are, students will always find a way.

What's more, it's the famous old fool Bins invigilating the exam. Everyone can copy it if they want. It's hard to get a high score.

"So who is he?"

"He is the first Dark Lord Grindelwald!"

"Once upon a time, the terrifying demon king who led the saints to sweep the whole world and brought true darkness and terror!"

"Hey, hey, what a terrible devil, Grindelwald is clearly the savior of wizards!"

"If Grindelwald defeated Dumbledore back then, maybe we wizards would have ruled the world long ago and suppressed Muggles!"

"Muggle? Oh, it's just a reproductive machine that produces wizards in huge numbers."

"It's not like now, when Muggles occupy the world, we wizards are forced to hide around like rats in the ditch!"

Some wizards are full of resentment.

The friend next to him immediately covered his mouth and smiled apologetically to the surroundings.

"He drank too much and talked drunk."

The people who eat melons express their understanding.

"Don't talk about state affairs!"

In front of the Bojinbok store.

Voldemort was originally pale, but now he turned livid.

The former No. [-] Demon King jumped out to give Mark a platform!

With the support of the elders and the support of the public, the fake Dark Lord Mark is more real than the real Dark Lord.

Lucius' forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

The two Dark Lords join forces, what should I do?Is it too late to surrender now?

Online and so on, urgent.

The corner of Tom's mouth was bitter, but he still adhered to the human design.

"Sir, it's no wonder that the Dark Lord was able to get the Sorcerer's Stone. It turns out that he and Grindelwald joined forces. The two devils worked hand in hand. What can be difficult for them in the world?"

Tom couldn't think of it.

Dumbledore can't stop it!
Lucius forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

God damn Grindelwald, I just made up a story, and he actually jumped out.

I have a talent for prophecy?

"Master, I think we're in trouble." Quirrell said with a serious expression, "It's difficult for your Horcrux to join forces with the previous Dark Lord."

Voldemort was very gloomy.

Having the Horcrux out of control has already made him very uncomfortable, and now joining forces with Grindelwald, Voldemort doesn't know what to do.

"It's okay, we still have Dumbledore!"

said Voldemort.

"I trust Dumbledore!"

Quirrell: "..."

You are a dark lord who expects the white wizard to clarify the universe and help you defeat the Horcrux. You, a dark lord, are so boring in front of you.

"What do you know?" Voldemort sneered: "This is called using all the power that can be used!"

"This is also my wisdom."

"What about the previous Dark Lord? What about the resurrection of the Horcrux? What is the use of the strongest white wizard of the present age? They are under my control!"

"Qi Luo, learn a little bit. In the future, you will be under my command and a high-level executive above ten thousand people. It will be useful."

"The Wisdom of a Leader!"

Quirrell couldn't argue.

All right, you are the leader, you are right in everything you say.

Mark looked at Voldemort opposite him, and raised his wand high.

"I am the Dark Lord!"

His words were added with a loud voice, which shook the sky.

His voice resounded throughout Knockturn Alley.

The bald Voldemort trembled even more.

Voldemort gritted his teeth behind Quirrell's head.

Tom was full of envy in Lucius' hands.

"Die to me!" Bald Voldemort roared, "Avada Kedavra!"

As the most lethal spell among the three Unforgivable Curses, the power of Avada Kedavra is closely related to the killing intent in the heart and the magic power of the caster.

According to Mark's research, Avada Kedavra is not a real death curse.

The reason why someone was killed by one blow was because the caster was too strong and the person who was hit was too weak.

The most frightening thing about Avada is that after killing one target, the killing intent will be greatly enhanced. After killing four targets with Avada in a row, the Avada will become a real death curse.

Even a legendary wizard can't handle it.

This is also the only spell that a non-legendary would want to slash a legend in retrograde.

Peak Avada with Apparition, can be called a horror game, hard to guard against.

And Avada, who was punched straight out, was too upright, and Mark couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"You have a lot of murderous intent, that's why you dare to impersonate me?" Mark mocked, "The Avatars of the first-year Hogwarts students are even more beautiful than the ones you use!"

The first-year students at least know how to use flying sand and rocks to force them to move, or quickly imprison them.

Simple Avada, who hit?

Mark took a slight step to the left, and Voldemort's murderous Avada Kedavra passed over Mark's shoulder and hit the street wall.

Voldemort was furious.

"I pretended to be you?"

"I am the Dark Lord!"

(End of this chapter)