Archdruid of Hogwarts

"This method is better than what I have mastered. I have learned another trick! I'm so happy!" Quirrell followed the method taught by Voldemort, and his soul fell into silence.

Voldemort took over Quirrell's body from the front.

Vertical pupils, flat nose, and the whole personality has changed in vain!

Just when I was about to form a "I'm back" look, my vision went dark and I almost fell down.

"Oh, I..." Voldemort felt weak, sore and weak, as if he had been starved for four or five days, ran ten thousand meters, and been electrocuted for two minutes.

He couldn't even figure out how Quirrell controlled the activities of such a broken body (Quillo: Want to know? Believe in nightmares and you will have eternal life).

In addition, he had a sense of déjà vu as if he had just taken a shower in the bathroom and then stepped into the pigsty.

Sick and diaphragmatic, Quirrell's body was eroded by the power of nightmares, and the "energy smell" filled with it was not something ordinary people could bear.

Although Voldemort also studied black magic, he was not a necromantic sect, let alone a filthy sect. In fact, he scorned vampires, thinking that not only did they have obvious shortcomings, but they could never cover up the stench of rotting corpses, which was disgusting.

Otherwise, he would have taken the path of a lich long ago.

However, this is the only condition now, no matter how dirty or diabolical it is, it must be met, otherwise Quirrell's body will not be able to nourish the soul, and even if he leaves, he will only become weaker.

This time, there is no special secret method to allow his soul to be sent to the Albanian forest to recuperate. Could he be a snake and rat in the Forbidden Forest?

That was a dangerous thing. The centaurs, Aragog and his heirs might all cause trouble to him over food.

No matter how you put it, this operation can only succeed, not fail. For this reason, you have to endure being in shit.

"Quirrell, Quirrell, wait and see what I will do with you, you useless piece of trash!" Voldemort secretly hated him, endured the nausea, and used his soul power to connect to the nerves of Quirrell's divine body.

Then he felt the erosion of the power of nightmare.

After all, Voldemort was a master of dark magic, and he was old enough to be Quirrell's father. Time was not lost on dogs. Not only was he alert in time, but he also successfully withstood the plot of the power of nightmares.

However, the consumption is a bit high.

This made him increasingly sore loser.

Fortunately, the rest went relatively smoothly. It can even be said that it was a little smoother.

The unicorn was easily defeated by him, and he killed one and got one for free. He set up an ambush and directly killed the more powerful female unicorn. The male did not take the opportunity to escape, so he came up with another big melon.

Done! knock off!

At that moment, Voldemort was very satisfied with himself.

Xin said: "I have to say, the situation is so bad, but the skill is still at the level of a master. If it weren't for Dumbledore, the old immortal, who has accumulated higher technical bonuses over the years, and has the Elder Wand to help him, where would he be? Are you my opponent?"

After embarrassing himself, Voldemort couldn't wait to wake Quirrell up and ordered him to drink blood while it was hot.

He had no other choice. Although he despised and laughed at vampires, believing that they were only worthy of being slaves and cannon fodder, now, he could not use the method of blood-sucking to strengthen Quirrell's body and obtain the nourishment of his soul.

After all, Quirrell was afraid of Voldemort. Seeing that he seemed safe and sound and not affected by the power of the nightmare, he did not dare to commit suicide any further, lest Voldemort discover his sinister intentions.

As for the unicorn curse, he is not afraid. With True Father's blessing and the method entrusted to him, he believes that nothing will happen to him. How could True Father trick him?

The cursed blood enters the intestines and stomach like a hot stream of warmth, and soon turns into heat, nourishing the body.

Quirrell rotated the method and suddenly felt as comfortable as soaking in a hot bath. This was a long-lost feeling. Ever since he was eroded by the power of nightmares, he had almost forgotten that such comfort existed.

Voldemort also felt the relief brought by the majestic vitality, but it didn't take long for this relief to change. It's like taking a bath in a hot spring pool, but the temperature rises rapidly as scalding boiling water is continuously poured into it.

Voldemort had to show his form and asked: "Quirrell, do you feel the burning sensation?"

"No, I feel indescribable comfort. Look at this body, this skin color, the recovery is very obvious. I even suspect that the power of the unicorn's curse and the power of darkness that eroded my body counteracted each other, and I instead Take advantage."

Voldemort snorted and said harshly: "Fighting fire with fire, of course I expected this."

Quirrell was not willing to irritate Voldemort at this time, so he followed his words and complimented him: "So, the master is still foresighted. I was a little worried before, but it turns out that all changes are under your control."

Voldemort continued to hum: "It's good to know."

After a while, Voldemort was really too hot and couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked again: "Quirrell, how do you feel now?"

"Transparent! Master! It's unprecedentedly transparent. My whole body has a feeling of rising. I feel so light that I can fly at any time!" Quirrell looked intoxicated.

"..." Voldemort was depressed and said in his heart: "Is the difference in experience so big?"

After thinking for a while, he said: "I command you to let your soul fall into silence."

"Master, what happened?"

"Why is there so much nonsense? Just do it."

"No, I'm very excited right now, I'm afraid it's hard to get into the mood." Quirrell looked aggrieved.

"Do as I say! Do you want to be punished?"

"Don't you dare, please calm down, master, I will do it right now." Quirrell cursed all kinds of things in his heart, but his expression was still relatively submissive.

Not long after, Voldemort switched to Quirrell's main position. He was thinking just now: "Is it not possible to rub it, but must be in the main position to achieve better results?"

However, the feeling of switching to the main position is like just getting out of a hot pool and then jumping into an ice pool with a 'pop'.

At that moment, Voldemort felt that he was going to die!

So exciting!

What's even more depressing is that this kind of stimulation doesn't happen all at once, nor does it cause numbness due to being too intense, but it continues all the time.

Voldemort didn't even want to recall how he endured this pain, awakened Quirrell, and then chose himself. It was so difficult, seconds seemed like years!

Then Quirrell started again: "Oh...oh! So cool! Transparent!"

Voldemort really wanted to get angry at that time: "Say! Are you pretending to be here for me and deliberately luring me into being deceived!?"

But if you feel the fluctuations of Quirrell's soul carefully, it really doesn't seem like it. If Quirrell can pretend to be so good, wouldn't his strength of will reach a level that makes him stand tall?

"Absolutely impossible. In any case, Quirrell's will cannot be that strong."

However, the current situation is that even if he chooses silence, he cannot do it without taking advantage of the bonus of this wave of life energy. How can he sleep peacefully in a pot of boiling water? Was it cooked?

You still have to ask Quirrell.

"Qiluo, what dark power were you studying before?"

Hey! This can be regarded as scratching Quirrell's itch.

After Quirrell turned into a nightmare, he didn't have any weaknesses.

As the saying goes, wealth that does not return to its hometown is like walking in brocade at night.

People like Quirrell, who have been eager to prove their awesomeness in front of others for many years, are now really awesome, but they have to endure it for the sake of the great cause. It is really uncomfortable to say.

Now even the Dark Lord couldn't help but be interested in his power, and he suddenly felt as if he had taken a panacea, and the pores in his body were filled with pleasure.

Come on, let me give you some advice...

Quirrell became more and more enthusiastic and excited as he talked, Qi Qing's face was full of tears, and he burst into tears.

The more Voldemort listened, the more frightened he became. Cold sweat dripped in his heart, and he thought to himself: "I was negligent before. I really didn't know you were like this. Otherwise, even if I kill you, I won't let you jump into this pit!"

Boy, you are really cheated. You are already a slave to this strange dark power!

Why? Is it wrong for you to be my slave?

Why choose this sexy bitch?

Look what this is all about? You're completely screwed, Shaozi!

The most I can do is play with your life, or allow your soul to go to the realm of the dead.

But this darkness won’t even let go of your soul!

I feel so sad. Why don’t these damn idiots understand my difficulties and know how good I am to them?

You, you, you! you! you!

Go to hell, you! "

Voldemort was so distraught that he abandoned Quirrell and his soul wandered.

In order to make it easier to move around, he used his soul power to collect nearby dust and water vapor, thereby gaining a certain mass. Then with the help of the wind, he first climbed to the top of the tree, and then rode the wind away.

Ernie, who secretly saw this scene, cried out in his heart that it was a pity.

"Voldemort is still very angry. If Dumbledore hadn't been bound by the Lilliputians, there would have been a sure way to imprison his soul. If it could be done, he could be locked up forever!"

Another thought, no, if the main soul is really imprisoned, it is probably because a certain Horcrux automatically activated, and the separated soul escaped from the trap, causing harm to the world.

In that case, I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome.

The character and habits of the main soul have been formed, and they are unwilling to let go of the long years of accumulation. They have no way to go back, and they are arrogant and arrogant. They disdain to play the "bottom-up" hegemony strategy, but only want to control key personnel and become the king. Be a dad.

The split soul is different. Like the split soul in the notebook, it can hide and lurk, while accumulating strength and formulating a more down-to-earth route, while at the same time causing mischief and causing trouble.

"So there is nothing wrong with the original eradication strategy in itself, but due to poor objective conditions, it can only be achieved through risk and luck again and again, and the price is also high..."