Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

Watching the two big ones getting up and running towards the medical room, they seemed to be in a hurry to find Madam Pomfrey, which meant they were frightened by Ans. If they were ordinary students, they might not take it seriously, but they were Goyle and Crabbe, he seems to have a troubled mind.

"Is it fun to bully kids?"

Cassandra dropped her hands and turned away with him.

"Please, they want to bully me," Ans saw Cedric turning his head and raised his chin to show that it was OK. "You didn't suppress them yesterday, or you did, but... The roots of troubles?"

thump—

Anse was rewarded for his words - a pretty girl's elbow.

"Can't it be that your status is not worthy of me?" Cassandra raised her chin with a majestic look. "Pushing everything to beautiful women, the so-called Nanquanism?"

Ans's brain had no time to process Cassandra's words. Because the other party raised his head, and Ans was taller than Cassandra, he saw the snow-white neck and the attractive bony collarbone. And the view of the black abyss below.

Ans took a deep breath and came back to his senses before Cassandra found out. After all, he was a macho man who had experienced the era of information explosion. How could he act like a pig who had never seen a naked body.

"Okay, okay, I guess because I am dissatisfied with you being in power, and want to use me to attack your authority, make you embarrassed in front of the Slytherin students, and make myself lose face, a first-year student stepped on the head of an old third-year student. "

As he spoke, he clapped his hands in a very artificial way and sighed.

"Ah~ clap your hands, you are worthy of Malfoy, so scary."

In response to Ans's antics, Cassandra rolled her eyes at him, raised the corners of her lips, and her beautiful face caught Ans's eyes, causing him to ignore the other's quietly red ears that flickered in and out of her hair. .

……

Professor Quirrell was in a great mood after finishing his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He hummed a popular song from the Muggle world, took arrogant steps, opened the door to his office and spun around in a circle like a dance. Sliding in.

After deciphering Voldemort's knowledge, he had the illusion that he could become the existence that frightened everyone ten years ago. Even now, he can stand at the top of the pyramid of the British wizarding world.

"Nice dance, Professor Quirrell."

In the darkness, a chuckle interrupted Quirrell's solo dance. As if revealing his original form, Professor Quirrell looked panicked into the dark corner. There was a figure wearing a Hogwarts student wizard robe emerging from the shadows. Get out.

He didn't reveal his entire face, only his chin, but the academy emblem on the wizard's robe already showed his identity - Gryffindor.

"I believe you have gained the power you want during the holiday," the male student's deep voice sounded. He raised his hand towards Quirrell's mahogany back chair and motioned for the other party to sit down. "Then you should know that you have something to ask for." You have to get something, and you have to pay something when you get it.”

"Yes, I understand. The bishop has told me to cooperate with your instructions."

"Very good. Since you are so well-behaved, I won't say any more nonsense. You still need to get the Philosopher's Stone. The church needs it. The power of the Philosopher's Stone is a better key to opening the door. I can't promise more. More, but it can guarantee that you will be stronger, and maybe... the bishop will reward you with a pair of wings."

"My pleasure."

When he heard that he could become stronger, especially with wings, Quirrell's eyes changed. He bent down respectfully and touched his chest with one hand.

I didn't hear any movement for a long time. I slowly straightened my back and raised my head. There was no one there anymore.

Taking a long breath, Professor Quirrell placed his entire body on the backrest, his weight concentrated behind him, and he looked up at the ceiling.

"Am I right or wrong to do this?"

"The Church that Judges Witches."

"For the so-called power."

"does it worth?"

"Of course it's worth it!"

While muttering softly to himself, Professor Quirrell strengthened his belief. Having come to this step, he could no longer be allowed to retreat. He had no way out.

No one knows what he went through during the holidays.

"Quirinas!!! You bastard!!!"

"What did you do!!! Damn Mudblood!!!"

An angry voice sounded in his mind. Professor Quirrell raised his head suddenly and rubbed his temples. The other person suddenly woke up and yelled angrily, which really shocked him.

But Quirrell was not afraid, because the other party could only howl angrily, as helpless and furious as an old dog, which was inexplicably funny.

This is the former Dark Lord - Voldemort.

An existence that brought infinite fear to him. Quirrell still remembers a time when he was drinking outside. Suddenly the entire bar was attacked. He lay tremblingly under the table. When the attack was over, he got up again. , the lower body is dripping with a certain smell.

This was an ugly experience brought to him during the Voldemort period, but now, the other party was imprisoned by a man who was scared to death. It was simply an irony.

"Stop howling Lord Voldemort."

"It's useless, just be obedient and let me use you."

Professor Quirrell, who regained his composure, rested his body on the backrest again. After giving Voldemort a declaration of superiority, he still had enough energy left to ask the house elf to bring him a meal.

"Quirinas!!! I swear, one day I will make you pay the price!!!"

"Yes, yes, so don't worry, you can't get out."

Since Voldemort is going to kill him if he goes out, then he will definitely not let him go out. After all, he has already offended him to death.

Suddenly, Professor Quirrell felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary, a way to get rid of fear.

"..."

"What do you want, wealth! Women! Or power? Ah~! Knowledge! Yes, black magic~"

"Don't think about it, Lord Voldemort. I've been reading through your knowledge. As for the first three things you mentioned, when I have enough power, they will be at my fingertips. Besides, I am a wizard. Looking for A beautiful Muggle beauty is also a very simple matter. It seems that you are out of touch with this era, Lord Voldemort."

Although he kept saying 'my lord' and 'my lord', there was no hint of respect. Quirrell said this more as a tease than as an honorific.

"Quirinas!!!"

"Yes, yes, that's it. I wish you sweet dreams, Lord Voldemort, hhh~"

Thinking like this, Quirrell activated a spell in his mind, and Voldemort fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably. While Quirrell was eating lunch, he looked through his memory.

It's like reading a book called "The Life of Lord Voldemort" before eating.