Archdruid of Hogwarts

It was precisely because he witnessed the strange darkness that happened to Ernie in Eton Garden and was so deeply impressed that Dumbledore made a special trip to ask Ernie.

It seemed like he was asking about Quirrell's situation, but in fact he was asking vaguely if Ernie was okay.

Ernie sensed Dumbledore's true intentions.

He thought for a moment and took out the toy Enles.

Asked: "Do you want to taste this feeling? It's expensive, but I can help you increase your vitality through magic."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and then agreed.

No matter how good the explanation is, it's better to taste the feeling yourself.

In fact, this feeling is indeed difficult to describe clearly in words.

Dumbledore only tasted it for a few minutes before taking the initiative to eliminate the effect of the Shasiyar Buff that lasted for one hour.

"Quirrell endures this every day?"

"Well, I'll do it from time to time."

"Then he hasn't broken down yet, he is really a talent!"

"He will not collapse, or he has already collapsed. He is constantly frightening himself and constantly adjusting himself to adapt to the current environment that is becoming more and more sinister in his eyes."

Dumbledore nodded to Ernie's statement. What kind of people see what kind of world. "Would that be harmful to students?" he asked.

"Theoretically not, because the core command Quirrell received is to be a lurker, to prepare for the great moment, for the arrival of the great being.

For this reason, he has to hide himself well so that he can contribute as much as possible.

A person armed with faith is powerful and can do many things against humanity.

For example, working hard in a professorship.

After all, this is really a good way to hide his identity, and his social status in the wizarding circle is not low.

Moreover, the vacation time is long and complete, which makes it convenient to do many things. "

Dumbledore said "ha" and decided to think of a way to observe Quilodeau carefully, and then asked: "Then this ancient and profound evil..."

"The overlord of the sea will not condescend for a glass of pure water in the desert. The price is too high, the risk is too high, and it is not worth it."

"hope so."

Ernie thought to himself: "It must be like this, otherwise we can just fight GG here."

After separating from Dumbledore, Ernie thought that the preparations were almost complete and it was time to become Quirrell's master.

So, he went to the secret society activity room and held a dark magic ceremony in the basement.

The key item is naturally the nightmare blood curse sealed in the test tube.

The ritual itself is not complicated either.

In fact, how to perform the ritual is not the point. The key is to enter that solemn, solemn, and even sacred atmosphere, so as to perform the most important operation in a qualified state of mind.

Facts also proved that Ernie’s understanding of rituals was completely correct.

As a result, the gauze-like smoke of 'vital blood' slowly condensed into an eye.

The framework program is an old one, and there is no way to get rid of it. It is like playing military chess. No matter how special the gameplay is, there is no way to break out of the basic framework of military chess.

The specific detailed rules are determined by Ernie himself.

For example, he substituted the settings related to Sauron in The Lord of the Rings. The crystals of the eyes are abstract deep flames, and the vertical pupils are abstract human forms, the shadow of the king.

Once you zoom in, you will find that there is a person walking from the deep flame channel in these eyes...

Tentacles and big eyes, with these two things, it feels like old China.

From this moment on, please call Ernie the Youngest Brother, the Little Master of Nightmare, and His Highness the Demon Eye.

Almost unimpeded by space, Quirrell, who possesses the brand of nightmare, received a series of special extraordinary signals almost instantly, thus completing the fine-tuning of the nightmare rules in his heart.

After this fine-tuning, Quirrell suddenly discovered that he had a real father who was closer than his biological parents.

Just like searching for a blood relative and finally finding one, Quirrell felt complete at that moment.

The nothingness is deep, the empty home.

This is his true foundation, and he has a great mission for this.

When he understood all this, he couldn't help but burst into tears, just like a young wanderer who has left home and returned home facing his hometown after being away for many years.

Voldemort was once again stimulated by Quirrell who was so excited that he was trembling all over.

Something is wrong with you!

Voldemort almost said so openly.

But he had no leverage against Quirrell.

To be fair, Quirrell's recent performance has even exceeded any previous period.

People have become more alert and more diligent, and their execution ability has been significantly improved.

"Quilinas, what are you hiding from me!?" Voldemort said slowly and gloomily.

In the past, this sentence would have turned Quirrell into a coward, his face turned ashen, and his fake stuttering would have turned into a real one.

But now, like a loyal and capable minister, Quirrell has learned to advise his master: "Master, I have a deep understanding of the power of darkness and have made great progress. I want to serve my master better." Overjoyed at the effectiveness!”

Then he said: "Master, do you want to hear my insights?"

Voldemort had a rare moment of spiritual happiness, or in other words, his arrogance saved him.

He scolded Quirrell: "For the sake of your life, I order you to put away your trivial cleverness immediately. Is the power of darkness something people like you can study?"

There's a hint of arrogance that says, "You deserve the surname Zhao."

"But, Master..."

"There is nothing wrong with it. Spring has arrived and summer is not far away. You'd better make sure that the plague bees can breed in sufficient numbers in advance, otherwise you will never have the chance to travel to collect news."

"Master, please rest assured that I will definitely handle your instructions properly."

Voldemort snorted and fell asleep again.

Compared with the same period in the original history, Voldemort's current state is worse, mainly because since Quirrell was eroded by the nightmare, the brain, which is the foundation of the soul, has consumed too much nutrients. So much so that it caused an obvious deficit, which was also the reason why Chilo was so weak.

Quirrell was as thin as a mummy, and even Professor Flitwick, who had never been a meddlesome person, couldn't stand it anymore.

Flitwick has been the headmaster of the Ravenclaw branch for many years. Quirrell was once his student. Out of concern for the younger students in the same branch, he persuaded Quirrell several times.

Quirrell knew that if he continued to force himself like this, something would inevitably go wrong. Once Dumbledore forced him to see a doctor out of humanistic concern, he would most likely reveal his secret.

Therefore, he must do something to save his current poor image.

At this time, Quirrell's mind had actually been further distorted.

He pinned the final solution to the problem on his illusory true father, the Lord of the Void, and began to pray devoutly.

Not long after, he confronted Ernie who was sleeping in class during the day.

At first, Ernie was startled, thinking it was Nzos who came over, and started nagging him. After taking a closer look, I realized that it was Quirrell who was licking her mouth.

The two of them had unknowingly formed a master-servant relationship.

He competed with Voldemort for customers, and seemed to have won by doing nothing.

The victory came unexpectedly, and even the feeling of accomplishment was not harvested much. Bad review!

Ernie prepared a response.

He initially despised the original history of Quirrell's death as a piece of cake.

This guy is actually quite talented.

It's not bad at all, just like Zhou Xingxing's version of {Tang Bohu points to Qiuxiang}, he is already considered a wonderful person in the poor British wizarding world.

But now, in his eyes, this person has gradually become the fish that 'eats more with one fish'.

It can not only verify the power of nightmares, but also do some actual things, such as doing dirty work.

Of course you should cherish such a useful chess piece.

So he turned on the cheating mode:

"If you are pious, you should have a gluttonous stomach. For the moment of twilight!"

Quirrell burst into tears. The real father who manages billions of things every day responded to me. I am a cub favored by Him. I will ascend, I will transcend, I will become the God of Wizards, for the moment of twilight!

Master the core mission content (Twilight Moment) and be moved by yourself.

Quirrell now really wants to sing a song called My Heart Will Go On, My Heart Will Fly.

Oh, the big ship hasn’t come out yet, so that’s okay.

Voldemort, who was disturbed again, didn't want to let it go. He got up and cursed in anger: "I can't help but be moved at every turn. Can you stop being such a sissy!?"

"Master, please forgive me for being unable to control myself. I will definitely change my ways and complete the tasks assigned by you proactively and creatively."

"You don't need to create, just do what you are told to do in a strict manner, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Master!"

Voldemort fell asleep again.

Quirrell was confused.

Comparisons are everywhere. Compared to the Master of the Void, who has completely delegated power and granted huge benefits, Voldemort is just a cold little man, a younger brother within a younger brother.

A flame of resistance rose in Quirrell's heart: "A down-and-out loser dares to despise me, who is favored by the great master. Hum, sooner or later I will make you look good!"

From this day on, Quirrell began to run wildly on the road of his faith...