Snakes at Hogwarts

Voldemort never thought that he would be in such a miserable state.

He was treated as the target of pranks by two imps whose hair was not fully grown.

Even if his life is miserable, even if he wanders like a wild dog in the Albanian jungle, struggling to regain his strength.

But legends about him still circulate in the magical world.

Voldemort knew very well that those wizards were far from being so forgetful.

Even if ten years have passed, they will not easily forget the reign of terror they once brought to Britain and even the entire European wizarding world.

Until now, those wizards who would only turn themselves into ostriches and huddle in the corner with their butts raised still dare not look directly at that period of history.

They dare not even mention their own names.

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

As a 65-year-old Dark Lord and racist who is still committed to overthrowing the Ministry of Magic, establishing a new regime, and controlling Britain through terror, Voldemort's body and mind have already completely fallen into darkness.

There were very few things that made him happy.

There is even less that can be done in hard times like these.

Apart from torturing Quirrell, all Voldemort could do to relax was recalling his past glory.

And it is undoubtedly a very interesting thing to recall the fearful appearance of those wizards.

Those upper-class people in the magical world would actually kneel at their feet in such humility, their bodies would tremble uncontrollably out of fear of death, and the result of such humility was just to kiss their own robes that were dragged on the ground.

That wonderful feeling made Voldemort feel happy.

However, this short-lived joy was quickly replaced by endless anger.

Because no matter what, this has become a thing of the past.

Now Voldemort has lost his body and his feared powerful magic power, and he is just hanging on to continue his life.

He is not really alive, and naturally he cannot be said to be dead.

Don't think this is a good thing, Voldemort knows it in his heart, he is even humbler than a hunting dog!

Thinking of this, he felt that his soul was trembling with anger.

Even the ferocious face hidden behind the wide turban could not stop twitching.

All this, all because of that damn prophecy, and that little boy.

"Harry Potter."

Voldemort whispered the name, his voice so soft that no one but Quirrell could hear it.

To this day, Voldemort still can't figure out how a one-year-old kid who can't even speak managed to counteract his own curse?

What kind of power does he have that he doesn't know about?

When the dazzling green light returned along the original path and finally affected his body, Voldemort was completely confused.

To be honest, after hearing the prophecy, Voldemort thought of many possibilities, but he never thought that his curse would eventually work on himself.

If it weren't for making the Horcrux, he would have almost died in such a ridiculous way.

There is no difference between being humble and an ant being trampled to death.

Damn it, sooner or later I will figure out what all this is about!

And those people.

Potter, Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters who betrayed him.

Just wait for me, once I regain my strength...

Snapped!

A snowball hit Quirrell hard on the back of the head, interrupting Voldemort's thinking.

This may not mean anything to Quirrell.

But for Voldemort, who was possessing the back of Quirrell's head, this was like a direct hit in his face.

Under the spell of the twin brothers, even ordinary snowballs have extraordinary impact.

In other words, the feeling of such a snowball hitting your face is far more painful than throwing it with your hands.

As luck would have it, the snowball hit the center of the back of Quirrell's head with scalpel-like precision.

That location happened to be Voldemort's nose.

Yes, Voldemort still has a nose at this time, although it doesn't look obvious.

Feeling the cold snow melting little by little, it soaked through the wide turban and stuck to his face.

Voldemort felt that his lungs were about to explode.

But it is a pity that the parasitic person on Quirrell does not have lungs of his own.

Now Voldemort needs to share a set of body organs with Quirrell, and the owner of this set of organs is Quirrell.

Time slowed down a bit at this moment, as if he was stunned by the snowball, and Voldemort lost his voice.

After being silent for a long time, just when Quirrell was worried about the safety of his master, Voldemort's deafening roar suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Quirrell! Kill them for me!"

"Master~Master." Feeling Voldemort's anger, Quirrell's face became even paler.

His body couldn't stop shaking. Even so, he still controlled his body to avoid the flying snowballs.

"We are still at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore has been watching us." Quirrell explained mentally, stumbling.

"Useless trash!"

After hearing Quirrell's words, Voldemort gradually calmed down.

Yes, I am now in Hogwarts and cannot act so unscrupulously.

For the sake of the greater plan, I need to be patient for now.

After I get the magic stone and regain my strength.

These two bastards!

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Sooner or later they will be killed!

At this moment, two more names appeared on the death list in Voldemort's heart.

Snapped!

Another snowball accurately hit Quirrell's turban, but unfortunately, he only hit the side of the turban and did not hit the back of the head.

"Damn Quirrell! Won't you stay away from them!"

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What the hell!

These two guys!

They are crazy!

Digging is back!

Looking at the twin brothers who were enjoying themselves not far away, Andros's heart kept ringing with countless "fuck" sounds.

He was really dumbfounded.

Andros never thought that one day he would witness such a classic scene with his own eyes.

No wonder one of these two people died and the other was injured in the end. It is absolutely unbelievable to say that there was no malicious revenge from Voldemort on Andros.

Of course, the current twin brothers have no idea about these things.

They also have no idea what the name Quirrell means in the first grade plot, otherwise they probably wouldn't have the courage even if they were being naughty.

Many times, the reason Gryffindor's little lions are brave is because they actually don't know anything.

To be fearless is to be ignorant.

Seeing Quirrell with fear written all over his face and constantly dodging snowballs, this couple couldn't be too happy.

"Did you see that snowball I just made?"

"Tch, what's there to show off with yours? Look at mine, it hit him right in the back of the head!"