There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Lucius' reputation spread far and wide, and many people knew him.

Back then, Voldemort's close comrades-in-arms who personally admitted gave a lot of money for the Death Eaters.

People in the rivers and lakes say that England has timely rain.

But whenever the Death Eaters came to him with a tight budget, he would donate generously without hesitation, and he didn't know how many favors he gave.

Later, Voldemort fell, and Lucius used the silver bullet tactics of favor to escape smoothly.

So far, countless people have suspected that he has no connection with the Death Eaters group and has unclear connections.

Now, Lucius resolutely jumped back, admitting openly that he is the special commissioner appointed by the Dark Lord, and his credibility is much higher than that of Quirrell who hides his head and shows his tail.

Quirrell is in a dilemma.

"Master, what should I do?"

You ask me, who do I ask?

Voldemort's anger flared up again, his hearts were scattered, and it was difficult to lead the team.

It doesn't matter if the black wizard present wants to take credit, it should be, Lucius, what the hell are you doing to grab the position of special commissioner?

Are you a commissioner? You don’t know it yourself?

"I am the special commissioner!" Lucius said aboveboard, he took off his headgear, and showed everyone the classic hair of the platinum aristocrat.

"You are a special commissioner, who am I?" Quirrell clenched his fists, almost unable to bear it anymore!

"How do I know who you are?" Lucius said with sharp eyes, "Take off the hood and show your true identity!"

Tom nodded slightly, he is indeed my future loyal servant!

Before the event is completed, it hides in the dark like a poisonous snake. When it finds the Mirror of Erised, it suddenly explodes, giving people a thunderous blow and overwhelming them with great momentum.

This is the ability of the greatest Dark Lord in history!

That Quirrell is probably working for Grindelwald, like a rat in the gutter, trash!

That's it?That's it?That's it?

The headgear must never be taken off, but many dark wizards glanced at it, full of doubts, and Quirrell was sweating profusely, what should I do!

"Let me tell you something fair!" Mark jumped out, forcing him down, and Quirrell probably wanted to take off his hood, asking Voldemort to stand up.

How can this work?

Just two days after the start of school, the big boss was brushed by the students, what will happen in the next year?

Mark wants to talk about sustainable development!

"You all say you are special commissioners, we can't tell the truth from falsehood." Mark said: "We are just ordinary dark wizards, and we can't offend special commissioners."

"so……"

Mark put away the Mirror of Erised.

"Let's meet at the Pig's Head Bar next week. Whoever can produce evidence that convinces us will be the real commissioner!"

The little wizards nodded. Indeed, the two special commissioners can't confirm the authenticity.

Why don't you give them some time, look for tokens, and even invite Voldemort to come in person.

Put the long line and catch the big fish!

Most people agree that Quirrell and Lucius have no choice but to accept.

"Tom, it's settled." Lucius said with a smile: "I have a lot of tokens from the master, and taking out some of them can make this group of ignorant black wizards accept their heads and worship."

"What we have to do now is to find a way to kill the saints of Grindelwald!"

Lucius confirms that Quirrell is the real commissioner.

Since he was working for Voldemort, he should find a chance and send him to die!

"Don't worry, Mr. I will help you." Tom smiled: "The Philosopher's Stone will definitely fall into your hands."

When I use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect, suppress the main body, and kill Grindelwald, I can consider rewarding you with the Philosopher's Stone so that you can live longer and serve me longer.

"Quirrell, calm down." Voldemort also said with a smile: "It's just tokens. I'll make a lot of tokens here every minute. I'll have whatever tokens you want!"

"Next week, the black wizards will bow down, and you will be able to express today's anger!"

"I know, you have been wronged today."

Quirrell was grateful, what a good master, and wanted to vent his anger on me.

"Lucius has to guard against it." Voldemort sighed: "My cunning old friend doesn't know what he is thinking. He has a lot of things that I have rewarded. If he uses them to fight against us, I am afraid it will be a mess." Gotta hang on."

"Hey, it's my fault that I didn't know people well back then."

"In this case, let's send him to die!" Qi Luo's eyes flickered fiercely. Today he was very angry and wanted to kill someone.

"After all, the friendship between master and servant is still there." Voldemort's voice sounded faintly.

Does the master still want to give him a chance?Quirrell is in a hurry, master, those who achieve great things don't care about small things, what are the former servants?Don't be kind to women!

Fortunately, the evil Voldemort did not live up to Quirrell's expectations.

"Give him a good time."

Quirrell lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled up.

How can I vent my anger?

Master, you will be outside, and you will not accept your orders.

I'm going to torture him to death!

When we walked out of the zodiac, it was just dawn. There were little wizards who got up early and were walking back and forth. Some were playing with broomsticks, some were running and exercising, and some were busy catching up on their homework.

Some people wake up early to eat the freshest and hottest breakfast.

How about you, Hufflepuff.

The wizards in black robes and red robes are too conspicuous. If they are discovered, if anyone shouts, a large group of professors will rush towards them, and no one can escape.

Quirrell quickly kept his distance from them.

I, the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, am sworn to death with dark wizards!

Lucius' eyes were steady and his steps were nimble.

Members of the board of directors came to Hogwarts to hang out, what happened to inspect the cafeteria?It shows that I am conscientious and conscientious, which perfectly fits Principal Mark's concept of serving little wizards wholeheartedly!

The little wizards dispersed separately, and they took off their wizard robes directly.

Classmate, wait for me, go to the cafeteria, right?together!

The night finally passed, and Mark returned to the principal's office. The four principals were too old to stay up all night, and Flitwick fell asleep on the table.

As women, McGonagall and Sprout pay attention to identity, temperament, and insist on gritting their teeth.

Being sleepy can't affect the image!

Snape was expressionless, like a zombie.

Mark knew Snape, he often stayed up at night, looked up at the moon, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Amorous since ancient times, there is no hatred left, and this hatred lasts forever.

It's a pity that this plane is Harry Potter. If it was Harry Potter, Snape should be able to rejuvenate and rejuvenate his second life.

"Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, I found many problems in this actual combat test, and I am heartbroken!" Mark slammed the table.

"I think students are still taking it too easy and recommend tripling the amount of homework."

Flitwick and Sprout have no problem, add it as you like, and they didn't write it.

Students, study is for yourself, not for others. There is no harm in assigning more homework and learning more knowledge.

Principal Mark is right!

"Professor McGonagall, your design of the stone pier is very good." Mark took out a letter of commission and dared to inform Dumbledore, humming.

"The organization has decided to add more burdens to you, you should take up the post immediately!"

Mag saw that she needed a part-time Black Lake patrol, and her face turned green.

Cat girls are most afraid of water!

"Professor Snape, your problem is the most serious." Mark said with a smile, "Are you friends with Lucius?"

"He jumped out and called himself Commissioner Voldemort, what do you want to say?"

Snape: "..."

I don't want to say anything.