Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

The moonlight reflected on the black lake, and a figure came quietly, staring at Professor McGonagall's house, and then at the Woley family's villa.

"Master, shall we steal the wand now?"

Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, stood by the lake and whispered, no one noticed anything strange about him.

The person he was talking to was none other than Voldemort, who was parasitic in the back of his head.

"Hmph, do you think you can fight against Professor McGonagall, or can you break the defensive spell of the Woley family villa?"

Defensive spells are the most common of all spells and are spells that everyone knows, including [all protection], [armor protection], [impregnable], etc.

But what about later.

These are magic spells cast by wizards relying on their wands to protect a small area. The maximum range can be as far as possible. A truly powerful defensive spell can protect homes, castles, armies, and even countries.

The Woley family, which has been directly inherited from the Arthurian period, has the ability of positional defense spells.

Unless someone is allowed by the Woley family, if they step into the courtyard, they can initiate counterattacks to drive away those who try to invade.

When Voldemort himself comes, he still needs an excellent wand to destroy the position protection spell and enter the inner room.

Quirrell is completely unqualified now.

"Master, we can kill Cassandra when she goes out, and then take away the metal wand. If you have a metal wand, your strength will be greatly improved!"

Continue to advise Voldemort loyally.

Professor Quirrell didn't know when saliva would drop from the corner of his mouth. Because the brain has extra mental power to control it, the body's control is incomplete, so there will be Parkinson's symptoms of limb paralysis and slight trembling, and saliva will flow out of the corner of the mouth uncontrollably.

"Stupid, if you do this, it will only expose me as soon as possible. I don't want to be chased by a bunch of crazy dogs for a metal wand, especially the crazy dogs raised by that old guy Dumbledore!"

Are you sure this person is Ravenclaw's brightest and best student?

Voldemort became suspicious.

Since when did the Ravenclaws who pursued the truth began to be passionate about power, and even became weak-willed to the point of being easily invaded? Think about it, normal Ravenclaws have to exercise their mental strength and maintain their determination to pursue the truth.

Ravenclaw is dead?

"Stupid servant, your current strength is simply not comparable to Dumbledore's loyal dog troops. They are like bloodthirsty jackals, they will rush over when they smell my presence."

Voldemort whispered, stopping Professor Quirrell's crazy move.

"No, Master, please believe me!"

"I can visit the Woley family, use the name of the master to make them surrender, and hand over the wand for the master to use!"

"Master, I am your most loyal lackey. I will definitely bring back the powerful metal wand and present it to the master!"

Kneeling on the grass, Quirrell kowtowed humbly and said over and over again, showing a humble smile.

Offer loyalty to your master.

Voldemort, who was behind Quirrell's head, seemed to have eaten shit at this moment, completely horrified by this fool's wisdom.

He actually thought that by entering the Woley family and telling his name, the Woley family would bow down.

Not to mention whether he has strength or whether he will be regarded as a madman, if he shouts the name "Voldemort", Dumbledore's loyal dog troops will immediately come to his door.

"madness!"

Others are Ravenclaw's eagle, and he is Ravenclaw's eagle, a person who succeeds only when he fails, but fails when he fails.

"Yes, Master, these people who don't know your great ability are extremely stupid. I will carry your glory, spread your glory, and let them understand your greatness!"

"It is our duty to restore the glory of the Death Eaters!"

Professor Quirrell lay on the ground, raising his butt high, as if waiting for luck, his eyes full of longing.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

Voldemort warned the other party again.

"I understand, Master, you are saying that those lowly Malfoy guys actually went to the Woley family dinner to praise the feet of a 14-year-old girl. What a stupid behavior it is!"

"Only you, my master, can bring justice and light to the magical world and destroy the hypocritical Dumbledore. Only you can fully control the metal wand. You are a great existence!"

Staring viciously in the direction of Woley's house, Quirrell even wanted to rush forward and snatch the metal wand away.

Show loyalty to the master and prove that you are his only lackey, and you will become his favorite lackey. Just like now, the master is willing to attach to his body and visit his brain.

ahh~~

Quirrell couldn't bear it anymore and took out his wand from his waist.

"Please watch, Master, this is my loyalty!"

[Smashing Explosion]——Aim at the Woley House and send a spell that can destroy everything.

Quirrell's mouth showed a ferocious expression.

Unfortunately, before it was released, there was a problem with the magic power in the body. Another thought controlled Quirrell's body and suppressed the release of magic.

Destructive spells are inherently uncontrollable, just like an exploding pistol. The explosive power transformed by magic power is on the wand and cannot be released.

"boom----!"

A violent explosion occurred near the Black Lake, accompanied by Quirrell's miserable cry, and half of the arm holding the wand was blown off.

Simply by the lake, the explosion did not cause a fire.

"Master...it hurts...don't...master...ahhhhh!"

The pain in the flesh caused wailing, and the explosive power that could easily destroy a house was released at the fingertips. Half of his arms were unconscious for a moment. The heartbreaking pain made the already bent waist crawl even more fiercely, and he screamed crazily.

Quirrell begged Voldemort for help.

"Are you going to teach me how to do things?!"

The physical destruction and close-range magical explosions also caused great harm to Voldemort. Forcibly suppressing Quirrell's mind and controlling his body made Voldemort feel exhausted.

The body was crippled.

If the wand-wielding hand is disabled, the wizard's strength is equivalent to being reduced by half, and there may even be a long period of weakness during which Quirrell cannot do anything.

This is bad news.

Voldemort will still need to control this body for a long time in the future and control him to complete his actions.

However, it must be done under absolutely safe conditions.

If this [Smashing Explosion] was allowed to go out and lead to oneself being discovered, that would be the most troublesome thing.

You know, all the die-hard servants have been sent to Azkaban, and those who are left outside are just outsiders who will run away as soon as the news goes wrong.

After being discovered by Dumbledore, he gained insight into the Horcrux plan while he was still in a state of recovery. Voldemort fully believed in the wisdom of the white wizard and would definitely discover that he was making Horcruxes and trace them to the ends of the earth.

As for the pure-blood families, those people only care about their own interests. If they could really be trusted, Voldemort would have already started to take advantage of these pure-blood families.

They are not so easy to fool as Quirrell.

Every family that has experienced rise and fall in the changes of time has its own trump card, and some families even store magic items that are more evil than Horcruxes.

Voldemort had seen a book made of human skin, where the terrifying curse of easily sacrificing a city was recorded.

Compared with those curses, the so-called killing curse is just a lighter fruit knife.

Can a fruit knife be compared with a mushroom egg?

"Master...my hand...my hand is gone...I can no longer serve the master with my hands...please save me...save my hand..."

Chasing power and power, Professor Quirrell never thought that he would lose his most important hand as a wizard.

Enduring the pain, he crawled on the ground and begged for his life.

"Humph, it's just an arm."

There was nothing Voldemort could do about Quirrell's loss of his arm. Just to prevent him from being discovered, he turned the target of [Smash Explosion] into a host body.

In my heart, I just want to use this bastard as soon as possible, and then leave here safely and find the next host.

Without resurrection, even breathing is a torture. Living on the bodies of insects and reptiles every day is no different from rats in the sewer.

'Maybe I should get a different servant. '

The power-obsessed Quirrell was not Voldemort's favorite, he was just a confused wretch, a fool who was seduced by a few whispers.

Now losing the ability to wield the wand, the destruction of his arm also makes Quirrell lose his value, which is a bad thing for Voldemort who is parasitic on his body.

Now let alone recovery, it is difficult to even maintain it.

unless……

"We need to kill some magical animals. There is a kind of magic that can replenish the body by swallowing their blood and achieve the fusion effect."

Fusion?

No, stitching to be precise.

"As long as you integrate the abilities of magical animals into your body, you will gain super powerful abilities."

"like this----"

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body to turn to the ground next to him. A little garden gnome wearing a hat stood in front of him, baring his teeth and claws at Professor Quirrell.

cute little things.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth on the back of his head turned up in a weird smile, as if he was mocking the garbage life in front of him, but even garbage life had its role.

[Synthetic Devouring Monster]

Singing various obscure spells, the face that originally appeared on the back of his head turned into a breathtaking dark green color, a pair of pupils shone with a green light that called for death, and he opened his mouth wide.

The little garden gnome in front of him suddenly lost control. After his eyes met Voldemort's, the same dark green light appeared, and he involuntarily flew towards Professor Quirrell in front of him.

The body gradually shrank, and it looked like it could be swallowed by one mouth. Voldemort devoured it from the back of the head.

"Ahhhh!!!"

At the last moment, the little garden gnome desperately screamed for help at the unclosed mouth, trying to get out of this terrifying 'mouth'.

Teeth grinding, lips closing.

In the next second, Professor Quirrell's face changed. At least his still young face had numerous wrinkles, and his skin changed from sickly white to the same brown as the garden gnome.

The ears changed, the tips became raised, and the appearance of human ears disappeared, turning into gnome ears similar to those of a garden gnome.

And the right hand that had just been destroyed by [Crushing Explosion] grew back.

"I am now..."

For some reason, Quirrell felt a little different. He seemed to be stronger than before, and he had a kind of affinity for the ground in front of him.

There is no need to recite the incantation, the person disappears out of thin air, leaving a tiny hole in the place.

The next second, he appeared directly in the Hogward village, scaring away the wild cat resting in the corner.

"It seems very strong!"

The newly grown hand clenched into a fist, Quirrell stared at the ground in front of him and muttered to himself.