There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 133
Avery subconsciously stepped back while feeling sad.

Since there is nothing he can do, of course he has to keep his usefulness.

Avery is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of his death, and no one is as loyal to the Dark Lord as he is.

Quirrell was dumbfounded.

Voldemort lived in Bengbu.

What happened?
The so-called elite troops under the Dark Lord, that's it?
It's about to collapse at the touch of a button, so why not fight, the Hogwarts students on the opposite side didn't even rush up, so you are going to run away?

"Master, this is not what I imagined." Quirrell was at a loss. Some time ago at Hogwarts, he and dozens of dark wizards broke through the seventh level of God for the Philosopher's Stone. With a tacit understanding, the spell is skilled.

When fighting against the soldiers of Shidun, they showed amazing coordination skills. Orders are prohibited, elegant and proficient. Obviously, those black wizards will keep the word cooperation in mind. As long as they can play higher output, they are willing to be others. green leaves.

At that time, Quirrell was amazed by the dark wizards, but Voldemort smiled slightly, thinking it was nothing special.

Quirrell thought Voldemort's lineage was stronger and more invincible.

As a result, this is it?
That's it?That's it?That's it?

The collapse was so fast that Quirrell didn't even react.

Voldemort: "..."

When the hell did I say that my direct troops are amazing?
and many more.

Voldemort vaguely remembered.

That day in front of the stone piers, I seemed to be bragging. I originally thought that I would get the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect immediately, subdue the group of black wizards in front of me, and let them become my army.

Unexpectedly, he didn't see where the Philosopher's Stone was at all.

Later, things developed beyond Voldemort's imagination. His years of experience were vulnerable to reality, so he could only drift with the flow and forget about it.

Now that Quirrell mentioned it, he finally remembered that there was such a thing.

"Quirrell, don't panic." Voldemort's low voice sounded.

The greatest Dark Lord of all time could never be wrong.

If it's wrong, it's someone else's fault.

For example, the dark wizard army in front of them is obviously a miscellaneous brand. Judging by the retreat speed, Voldemort really laughed out loud!

"My truly loyal servant is not here, but in Azkaban." Voldemort sneered: "What are they? Chickens and dogs, rabble, vulnerable!"

"Only in Azkaban, friends who are willing to go to jail for me are my confidantes."

"They are clever, wise and brave. They are not afraid of sacrifice and are willing to give up their lives for me."

"If they are here, they are nothing more than little Hogwarts wizards, and they can be wiped out!"

"At that time, the people on the opposite side need to flee."

Quirrell sighed, Voldemort said too many impossible things in front of him, and now, Quirrell is not as convinced of Voldemort as he was at the beginning.

Being cheated a lot, Quirrell's IQ has evolved.

In a sense, this is also a blessing in disguise, knowing that it is not a blessing.

But it is meaningless to question Voldemort at this time, and Quirrell suddenly saw that Avery, the leader of the dark wizard, was also running, and he ran faster than anyone else!
As expected of a senior dark wizard, a Death Eater back then!
A large number of Death Eaters were captured in Azkaban. Avery did not have the wealth of the Malfoy family, nor the school resources of Karkaroff and Snape, let alone Barty Jr. who had a powerful father.

He succeeded in getting rid of the crime, all on his own ability.

Born to run!
Quirrell has no doubts that at this pace, if all the dark wizards fall, Avery will be able to run away.

Seeing that the Hogwarts students on the opposite side are about to rush up, Quirrell can't be discovered by them.

Traitors are more hated than enemies.

For dark wizards, Hogwarts students can give Avada Kedavra at most.

As for the traitor... Quirrell shuddered, Neville, a first-year little wizard, had mastered Cruciatus, so what torture methods did the seniors have?
OK!
Ashamed to say, Quirrell lived for decades without escaping his life.

But it doesn't matter, choice is more important than hard work.

Quirrell chose Avery and followed him closely.

Avery was able to escape from the many operations against dark wizards ten years ago, so there is no reason why he cannot escape today.

"Avery, don't run away, organize people to resist!" Quirrell tried to persuade a wave to get the plot development back on track.

It was agreed that the wizards on both sides were fighting to the death, it was so epic, the blood flowed like a river, it was just contact, before the fight, one of them ran away, the fighting plot turned into a hide-and-seek competition with who could run faster.

You are already adults, can you stop being so childish.

Avery turned to see Quirrell, relieved.

He pointed to the dark wizards around. They walked like flying, they were as light as swallows, and they had their own methods when they escaped.

"How can I resist?"

"The opponent is not a regular Auror from the Ministry of Magic, but a student from Hogwarts!" Quirrell said, "You don't even dare to fight a few students, do you?"

"No, no, no, no?"

"You don't even dare to beat the students, so you have the nerve to call yourself a Death Eater?"

"You don't have to provoke me." Ever said expressionlessly: "What about the students? You can't see what they are doing?"

"Let's not talk about students, even if there are centaur or even goblins under their robes, I can't gather them if they are demoralized."

"You are so pitiful as a leader." Quirrell mocked.

"Yeah." Avery is not ashamed, it is true.

How can it be so easy to be the leader of the black wizard?

The black wizards give you face and call you the leader.

You can't lead your brothers to earn money and qualifications, and you are still in danger. If you don't give you face, a curse may hit you at any time.

A great legend like Voldemort who stood at the pinnacle of the dark wizard, after being lingering on his last breath by Harry, except for a few fans with brains, most normal people have drawn boundaries with Voldemort, saying that they are also in this situation. No, but Voldemort controlled them with the Imperius Curse and threatened them with the lives of their entire family.

Voldemort is like this, let alone Avery?
"Where is your loyalty to the Dark Lord!" Quirrell hated iron and steel, he knew that Avery was a Death Eater ten years ago, and he was a veteran.

If even he has lost allegiance to the Dark Lord, then...

"It's really great!" Voldemort became excited: "That means that most of the diary's subordinates are such people, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"As long as I defeat the diary, I can unify them!"

"No need to consider their so-called loyalty!"

Guys who adapt to the wind are not elites and can't accomplish anything.

As for how to defeat the diary...

We will discuss it later.

However, Avery's reaction startled Quirrell and Voldemort.

"No one knows what it means to be loyal to the Dark Lord better than me." Avery said with a tragic face: "Dark wizards are unreliable, and there are too few loyal ministers and generals under the Dark Lord. If I die, there will be no one under the Dark Lord. Wouldn't it delay his important event?"

"For the future of the Dark Wizard, and for the great journey of the Dark Lord, I will live my life!"

"Even if I have to bear innocent grievances and bear unspeakable pain with my hands, I, Avery, will still sing a hymn of loyalty to the Dark Lord!"

Quirrell: "..."

Say something.

Quirrell has lived for so many years and thinks he is well-informed.

The despicable, the sanctimonious, the petite, the weak...the last one doesn't count.

Who hasn't he seen?
This is the first time Quirrell has seen such an excuse to be so fresh and refined.

Voldemort's facial features were distorted, and he couldn't say a word.

How did Avery, who had bushy eyebrows and big eyes and nothing serious about him other than timidity, become this kind of person?

Open your eyes and talk nonsense!
"Then what about the unbreakable oath I made!" Quirrell jumped up, Lucius did not know how to deceive Principal Mark, and asked Principal Mark to send little wizards to rescue Malfoy.

Among the Hogwarts team, Lucius obviously harbored evil intentions, and he might plot tricks at any time.

But now that Hogwarts has a good wind, Lucius has no choice but to continue to lurk and wait for the opportunity.

"So, Lucius will take his son away and return to Hogwarts."

Quirrell's eye muscles twitched violently.

His identity is fairly reliable in front of the little wizard, but full of doubts in front of Principal Mark.

Others don't know, how can Mark himself know if Chilo has been sent out to do errands?
Most importantly, Hogwarts only has his entry record, not his exit record!

Since Voldemort's resurrection, Hogwarts has been guarded extremely tightly.

The gatekeeper Filch, the peerless master who can capture Sirius Braque, has superb spells. With him sitting at the gate of Hogwarts, he is as safe as... the Alps.

Quirrell couldn't figure out what reason he should use to be accepted, but Filch didn't find out when he went out.

"Whether it's the Chamber of Secrets or me crawling out of the Hogwarts sewers, I can't tell others."

Quirrell covered his face in pain.

Now he can jump side to side.

After a while, the little wizards got the news that the whole of Hogwarts...no, even the whole wizarding world, will want Quirrell!

Enemies can live.

The traitor must die.

"Unbreakable oath?" Avery was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

It seemed that during the day, he forced Quirrell to make such an oath.

but……

What does Quirrell's oath have to do with Avery?
Quirrell can't kill Avery.

Quirrell took a deep breath.

He wants to blow Avery's head off!

According to the unbreakable oath, he must find the reason for Malfoy's sleep and bring him back to life.

The problem is, if Malfoy wakes up by other means... Quirrell's eye muscles twitch, then his oath is doomed to failure.

An unbreakable oath cannot be broken.

Violators will die.

"Master, I want to kill him, kill him!" Quirrell was furious, as long as Voldemort on the back of his head was resurrected, a bright future was waiting for him. Now, because of an inexplicable oath that he was about to die, Quirrell couldn't accept it.

"Quirrell, you must calm down." Voldemort was very sensible.

It was Quirrell who died, not him.

Big deal, Quirrell lives in the back of a dark wizard's head after his death.

Of course, it's better if Quirrell can survive or not die. If you change someone, you have to adjust, it's a waste of time, and it's troublesome to death.

And the wizarding world is in a turbulent era, and Voldemort is short of time.

"Avery is certainly going to kill, but not now." Voldemort said softly, "The most urgent thing is to wake up Malfoy."

"You can only live if you wake him up."

Quirrell nodded, the master was right.

The little Hogwarts wizard might revive Malfoy at any time, and there was no time to wait. Quirrell had no time to continue running with Avery. He looked around and found a hidden place to hide.

As long as he is not caught, at least tonight, Quirrell can appear in front of the little wizards aboveboard.

Black wizards run fast. As a profession of wizards, life and death fights are easy to tell the winner, but when one party is determined to escape, the chasing party will have to pay several times the price to suppress it.

The number of Hogwarts students is too small, they kill a few dark wizards at will and give up chasing them.

Chasing too far ahead, what if the black wizard kills his carbine, and he is alone and helpless!
"Besides, our mission is to save the little wizard Malfoy, not destroy the dark wizard!" Cassandra smiled, her blond hair shining brightly under the moonlight.

If I really want to wipe out the black wizards, these dozens of people are simply not enough.

The lion is fighting the rabbit with all its strength, let alone destroying the black wizard?

Cassandra will bring all the students from Hogwarts here, and let them call for friends, recruit friends, relatives, friends, brothers and lovers, seven aunts and eight aunts to call over.

Use absolute numbers to let the dark wizard know what cruelty is!
"My son is there, I see it!"

Blood is thicker than water, and Lucius saw his platinum-haired son lying quietly on the ground.

His son, Draco, was very lucky, and in his sleep, the countless attacks of the Hogwarts wizards did not hurt him a bit.

When the dark wizard is running, no one wants to bring a burden.

Lucius held Draco in his arms, and he found it impossible to wake him up.

This is not a big problem, there are too many spells that can make people fall asleep, as long as his son is there, Lucius believes that with the accumulation of the Malfoy family for many years, any spell will not be a problem.

Even if the antidote is scarce and the solution to the curse is difficult, the silver bullet offensive of the Malfoy family is enough to smash all obstacles into dust.

"Thank you." Lucius thanked the little wizards with a smile.

"I must apologize to you. I underestimated your strength and wisdom. You actually used Muggle weapons and magic together to produce astonishing effects...very powerful."

"In front of Principal Mark, I will take credit for you!"

In the battle just now, apart from throwing a few spells from a long distance with the flow, he didn't play any key role.

A dignified half-step legend, one of the 28 sacred pure bloods, the head of the Malfoy family, was actually taken away by a group of little wizards...

Lucius secretly felt ashamed.

It is right to ask for credit.

Anyway, it doesn't cost money, so it doesn't matter if you invite a few more.

The atmosphere is harmonious and the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

Lucius and the little wizards had cheerful smiles on their faces, and they were in harmony.

Suddenly, Quirrell rushed over from a distance.

Everyone was taken aback. If they hadn't recognized Quirrell's identity, someone would have cast a curse.

"Malfoy...I mean Draco is still asleep?" Quirrell exulted.

It's fine if you don't wake up, there is still a chance if you don't wake up.

Lucius frowned.

how?

My son is sleeping, are you happy?
His father is still standing here!
(End of this chapter)