There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Voldemort fell silent.

I want to beat two vampires to taste, to see if it can increase my vitality like the Sorcerer's Stone.

But what I want is that you get me to move my mouth.

Now let me get my hands dirty...

I'm so weak that I'm dying. I just fell asleep, and I was woken up by you before I recovered any strength.

Still in your body?

What are you doing in there?

Send it?

Voldemort is extremely indifferent, and he needs to be calm in every major event.

The more critical it is, the less you can panic!

"Quirrell, you have disappointed me so much," said Voldemort.

Quirrell was ashamed.

"Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you again, but I really can't beat them..."

"Stupid!" snarled Voldemort. "Am I angry because you can't beat them?"

"With so many evil creatures, any adult wizard is no match. How could I force you to accomplish impossible things? What kind of master do you think of me?"

Quirrell was even more ashamed, what a master, I almost misunderstood!

I am a wolf-hearted dog, and I am not as good as a pig or a dog!I don't know good or bad!I failed my master's painstaking efforts!

"I call you stupid because you have no brains," said Voldemort.

"Who am I?"

Quirrell was a little confused.

Who am I, where am I from, and where am I going are questions too deep for him to answer.

Nor did Voldemort expect Quirrell to answer.

"I am the Dark Lord!" said Voldemort. "King of all Dark Wizards! Master of Death Eaters! Supreme of evil creatures!"

"Werewolves and vampires are undoubtedly evil creatures."

"The first werewolf took the initiative to attack us and insulted the majesty of the Dark Lord. You were right to teach it a lesson."

"Now, other werewolves and vampires have not done anything, so I have no reason to sanction them."

Quirrell: "..."

No, master, they are all drooling, gearing up, and may pounce at any time.

We should act first, and it will be too late when they strike back!

We are not the Avengers, we will fight back when we are beaten.

We are bad guys!

"So, I'm not wrong to call you stupid." Voldemort hated iron and steel: "You can't understand my painstaking efforts!"

"They are evil creatures, and I am their supreme!"

"It's just that I haven't recovered yet, and they don't recognize who is their master."

"Those who don't know are not to be blamed. I, the mighty Dark Lord, am aloof. How can I have the same knowledge as them?"

"I lost my face for nothing!"

"When I recover, they will join my army and help me conquer the magic world!"

"If I kill them now, won't I cut off my arm?"

"The relatives are hurt, the enemies are fast!"

"White wizards heard about it, and they're going to laugh their ass off!"

Quirrell: "..."

Master, what you said seems to make sense, but my brain is not very good, so I can't understand it for a while, so I have to figure it out.

Just tell me what to do.

"Stay away from them." Voldemort's voice became more majestic: "Think about it, in the future you will be high above, and these poor little animals will worship at your feet, begging for your forgiveness."

"And then you laugh and forgive them for what they did today."

"Among countless evil creatures, your name will definitely be passed down!"

Quirrell can be sure of this, everyone is a villain who never takes revenge overnight, and suddenly a Virgin who repays grievances with virtue jumps out, the news must spread quickly.

Then... the brothers all want to jump out and bully the Holy Mother.

"Master, I still don't understand." Quirrell wanted to scratch the back of his head subconsciously, but suddenly remembered that there was Voldemort's face behind his head. He quickly shifted his target and touched the hair in front of him.

"You will understand later," said Voldemort.

"Now, follow my orders!"

It's too late to hear!

The werewolf tortured by the Cruciatus Curse had already stood up with the help of its kind, and its strong physique allowed it to recover after a short rest.

Its eyes are more cruel and bloodthirsty than other werewolves.

Voldemort believed that if it fell into its hands, it would tear Quirrell to pieces.

The Cruciatus Curse is too painful, this hatred is as deep as the sea.

Behind them, the eyes of the two vampires became more and more greedy. If they hadn't been concerned about werewolves, they would have rushed forward.

If the blood of animals keeps them barely alive.

The blood of ordinary human beings is regarded as ordinary food, and it is divided into grades and grades according to the degree of freshness and the age and sex of humans.

Then wizard's blood is great for them!

What vampire wouldn't want to taste a wizard's blood?

The werewolves finally lost their patience. They looked at each other, and the two werewolves rushed towards Quirrell bravely.

"Passed out!"

"Fractured!"

The werewolf was repelled by Quirrell, one lying on the ground shaking its head to recover its spirit, the fur on the other's chest burst, blood flowed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A werewolf is even more ruthless than a ruthless man.

This little injury was nothing to them, but it aroused their ferocity, and they raised their heads and howled dryly.

"Run!" Voldemort was restless, so he didn't run away. After a while, more werewolves ran over when they heard the howling, and there was only one way to die.

Quirrell didn't understand anything else.

Quirrell understands this running word.

Master, you said earlier that if you run away, it will be over, so much pressure.

Mark, who was hiding aside, was speechless.

run?

run a fart.

On the surface, there were only seven or eight werewolves and two vampires, but in fact, there were still little wizards who were attracted by the howling of werewolves.

It's just wearing a black wizard's robe, with dried scorpions, cat's claws, hand bones and other weird items hanging on his body.

More like a dark wizard than a dark wizard.

They hide in the dark, and the reason why they don't shoot is for fishing and law enforcement.

According to the rules, magical animals with wisdom live in the Forbidden Forest and do not disturb each other with wizards.

Without a proper reason, wizards are not allowed to take action against other intelligent species without authorization, otherwise the incident will easily affect the reputation of wizards among other races.

But if they dare to attack the wizard, any wizard can have unlimited counterattacks.

It doesn't matter if you kill them all.

This world belongs to wizards.

All magical animals, such as werewolves, vampires, veela, dragons, and giant monsters, can only surrender under the wizard's robe.

"Not enough, not enough!" Mark heard the burly little wizard next to him muttering.

Only two werewolves shot at Quirrell, too few.

They are waiting.

Wait for more werewolf vampires to attack, and then catch them all!

Mark sighed, no matter what.

If the little wizards jumped out to clean up the battlefield later, and Quirrell talked to them in the tone of a dark wizard, it would be over.

Whether Quirrell is dead or not has nothing to do with Mark.

Nothing can happen to precious Voldemort!

It will continue to do things in the future and contribute to the extracurricular activities of Hogwarts students!

Mark launched a trace network to search for Simpson's whereabouts.

The Forbidden Forest is a living place for magical animals, a place for young wizards to practice and earn money, and a place for Simpson to work.

Every day when I open my eyes, hundreds of brothers under my command are crying poor, and they are short of money everywhere.

There is no way, Simpson can only lead people to garrison the Forbidden Forest for a long time.

The little wizard steals as much as possible.

The little wizard steals more.

Hogwarts homework has skyrocketed recently, and the little wizards are miserable. Most of them are busy making up homework in the middle of the night. Only a few dozen people come to the Forbidden Forest Night Tour, and Simpson earns a lot of money.

"Simpson, things at Gringotts are going well." Mark took off his black wizard robe and appeared in front of Simpson.

Simpson was taken aback.

Fortunately, he got on Principal Mark's boat, otherwise, with this elusive method, as long as Mark is willing, even a powerful black wizard can be killed.

"All thanks to Principal Hong Fu!" Simpson said respectfully.

With a wave of his hand, the servants next to him dispersed automatically.

"I'm here this time to ask for your help," Mark said.

"Help?" Simpson slapped his thigh: "Principal, just tell me what you want to do. If you can do it, I will do it. If I can't, I will try my best to do it. How can you help?"

"It's an honor to work for the principal!"

Simpson said affectionately: "Without the principal, I would not be where I am now."

"It was you who trained me. If it weren't for your education, I would either be eating vegetarian meals in the Ministry of Magic and waiting to die, or working for someone in a certain shop. How could I be as famous as I am now?"

Mark has a lot of emotion.

The past ten years have not been done in vain, at least he has trained a leader of the black wizard.

"More than that!" Simpson shook his head: "Many seniors and sisters have gone to foreign countries to develop and start families and businesses under your guidance."

"Do you know Lighthouse Country? A senior went there, and he made great achievements there, much better than me!"

"We often write letters to exchange dark wizard survival experiences. He also told me that the wizards over there call Muggles No-Majs. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

Mark was even more relieved.

This is also considered to be full of peaches and plums, right?

But Muggles were still No-Majs, and Mark wasn't interested.

It's just a name, it doesn't matter.

Just don't call it Madou.

This media has affected many things, such as Tianmei, Tanhua, sw, etc. If you look closely, there will be big things!

"Okay, you send a few brothers over there. There is a wizard surrounded by werewolves and vampires. Help him out and let him go."

Mark said, "You know the rules."

Simpson certainly understood.

Leaders do whatever they want.

If you shouldn't ask, don't ask.

Do more, talk less, and don't inquire.

"I'll take care of things, don't worry!"

Five minutes later, Quirrell was sweating profusely from the battle with the werewolf, his bones were crisp and numb, and he barely supported himself by his will.

The wizard's robe was torn, the magic power was exhausted, and a werewolf slapped the paw on the face, causing burning pain.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape at all.

In terms of understanding of the Forbidden Forest, the werewolf is much better than him.

The werewolves surrounded Quilo, and the hunter's talent told them that this human being was at the end of his strength and might fall to the ground at any time.

The more at this time, the less anxious the werewolves were.

They tried to attack, draining Quirrell's energy, hoping that he would fall to the ground and avoid casualties.

Every werewolf is very important to the group and cannot be lost easily.

Two vampires followed coldly, and they wanted to snatch food from wolves.

As long as Quirrell falls to the ground, it's when they explode.

It only takes an extremely short time for them to drain Quirrell's blood, leaving the werewolf with a shriveled corpse.

"Master, if you don't make a move, I will die!" Quirrell said with a tragic face, "You have given them enough kindness!"

Voldemort: "..."

There is one thing to say, this is the first time someone calls me merciful, and I am a little excited.

The question is, do I want to be merciful?

I'm not shaking M, I like to be affected by this kind of birds.

I have more than enough heart but not enough energy!

Voldemort looked at the werewolf in front of him and couldn't help but recite a poem.

Willing to kill wolves, unable to recover.

The despair of death is sad.

Voldemort had already figured it out, as soon as Quirrell was cold, his soul would leave his body immediately, and he would find any magical animal in the Forbidden Forest to attach to him.

Then slowly map it.

In order to survive, co-exist with magical creatures, no shame.

"Quirrell, stand up and straighten your back!" Voldemort shouted.

Quirrell was ecstatic, and immediately raised his chest. Could it be that my master finally couldn't bear it, and wanted to enter my body, unleash his peak combat power as the Dark Lord, and sweep away all enemies?

"No," said Voldemort.

"This will allow you to die with dignity."

Quirrell: "..."

Master, you promised me to be one person under you and above ten thousand people, you can't take your word for it!

Is it...

The witty Quirrell frowned, things were not that simple.

"Master, have you found other servants?"

Voldemort couldn't answer that.

Fortunately, there is no need to pick up.

Dozens of black wizards descended from the sky. They had uniform costumes, similar figures, and acted decisively. Simpson managed to pick them out from among the many black wizards to form a special operation team!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Awada, who was neat and tidy, ended the lives of the werewolves neatly and neatly.

The werewolf who was showing off his power just now turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye.

The two vampires behind swallowed.

Oops, the army of dark wizards is here!

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Dozens of imprisoning curses blocked the vampire's course of action.

Werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are worthless, they have no intelligence, and cannot be sold for a price.

Vampires are different. This pale and handsome creature with a thin body fits the aesthetics of many people.

As long as they knock out their blood-sucking teeth and seal their magic and physical fitness, many rich people are willing to buy them as slaves.

After all, they are intelligent creatures.

The little wizard hiding in the dark ran away the first second many dark wizards came.

There are few black wizards, and they can kill monsters and explode equipment.

There are many black wizards, either run away, or raise your arms, black wizards don't fight black wizards!

Quirrell was stunned.

Crisis, resolved?

"Idiot, far from it!" Voldemort said coldly: "They are dark wizards, well-trained, and their spellcasting standards."

"I don't know who trained it, it can be called an army of dark wizards!"

"Seeing them make a move, we will die without life!"

No one knows Dark wizards better than Voldemort.

Ignore life and kill decisively.

Killing a wizard is nothing to them.

however.

The leading black wizard embraced Quirrell enthusiastically.

"My fellow, you have been wronged!"

Quirrell: "..."

If this is ten deaths without life, I just want to say, let death come more violently!

The black wizard held Quirrell's hand to comfort: "You can tell by the clothes you wear, you are also a black wizard."

"Don't be afraid, we dark wizards don't fight black wizards!"

He patted Quirrell on the shoulder.

"The Forbidden Forest is full of dangers, you have to be careful."

"We are running out of dark wizards, and every friend who is still working hard on the road of dark wizards is our brother and sister!"

Voldemort: "..."

It's because I'm old, I haven't been in the black wizard circle for ten years, why is it different from my time?