The day of the duel at Hogwarts

"My name is Marlowe. I am Lord Rozier's subordinate. I once worked for you, but I am not qualified to be your Death Eater. I am not qualified to call you Lord, Master..."

Sean looked at Marlowe. He felt that Marlowe's words were half true and half false. It was true that he did have deep-seated fear and fear of Voldemort, and in his fear and fear, there was an obvious feeling of admiration. However, He also had doubts about Voldemort at this time, but this doubt was buried deep in his heart and did not show it.Sean had no doubt that as long as Marlowe realized that Voldemort was disguised by him at this time, he would definitely raise his wand and give him an Avatar without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, Sean once again controlled Voldemort, who was made of black smoke, and said to Marlowe with his voice: "Marlowe...

I know, you are doubting me!

You are suspecting that the great Lord Voldemort is being impersonated..."

As soon as these words came out, Marlowe's expression changed drastically. He had only seen Voldemort from a distance before, and had no chance to get close contact with Voldemort, let alone have a conversation.

However, Marlowe is a dark wizard who follows the Death Eaters after all. He has seen and heard quite a lot about Voldemort. He is very clear about many of Voldemort's characteristics and abilities, including the fact that Voldemort is an extremely good photographer. A master of Kamilien, he can easily see through people's hearts.

But Marlowe didn't expect that the suspicion buried deep in his heart could still be discovered.

In panic, Marlowe hurriedly knelt on the ground, lowered his forehead deeply into the soil, and said with a slight trembling: "Wei, the great Dark Lord, please forgive my doubts, it is true, it is true that I tracked Xiao before. En Bosted, I, I came to kill him according to the order of my employer. Master, you appeared at this time, so, so..."

Before Marlowe could finish speaking, Sean raised his voice and said, "So you are doubting that I, the great Dark Lord, will be perfectly disguised by a squib's son, right?"

"I, I, I dare not..."

"lie!"

Sean shook his wand slightly, and a stream of black smoke followed the black smoke Voldemort's arm, and slammed into Marlowe's body. Marlowe's body was violently thrown out, and he hit a big tree hard. fell to the ground.

After being beaten, Marlowe not only did not show a rebellious mentality, but became more frightened and obedient, because in his memory, this was how the great Dark Lord punished his disobedient subordinates, and the punishment he faced just now was good. , Marlowe was even grateful from the bottom of his heart that the Dark Lord in front of him did not use the Cruciatus Curse or even the Death Curse to punish him.

Sean secretly looked at Marlowe at this time. He suddenly realized that this guy was probably deeply obsessed with Voldemort, just like most of the Death Eaters. For a moment, he really didn't know what he should feel. Lucky or sad.

"Great Dark Lord, please forgive my hasty speculation."

"Ah...it doesn't matter, your speculation is just out of caution..." Sean controlled the black smoke Voldemort to slowly walk half a circle around Marlowe, came behind Marlowe, and continued: "I think you should I’ve also heard that a person once entered Hogwarts and wanted to take away the Sorcerer’s Stone, right?”

This may be a secret among ordinary wizards, but among some pure-blood families or dark wizards, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Quirrell's plot to plot the Philosopher's Stone is not a secret.

Marlowe obviously knew this, and he was not a pure idiot, so he quickly understood and said respectfully: "I know about this, Quirrell, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts Failed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, was saved... Harry Potter and Sean Burst..."

At this point, Sean controlled the black smoke Voldemort to interrupt Marlowe's words and said: "So do you really think that a so-called savior and a son of a squib can completely defeat the man possessed by me and under my guidance? Quirrell?"

"Could it be that, great Dark Lord, you were at that time..."

"Quirrell is a good-for-nothing. He was under Dumbledore's magic, so I abandoned this good-for-nothing and turned to possess Sean Burst! Although he is the son of a squib, his body is still alive after all. With pure blood flowing, he can barely be the object of my possession. Otherwise, do you think that the son of a squib can achieve such results in the first grade? He can write a paper published in "The Golden Crucible"? He can Won multiple duels at Beauxbatons, a first-year student defeating two fifth-year students?"

At this moment, Sean, who said these words, didn't know whether the words he said were belittling himself or praising himself.

seemingly……

I can barely praise myself.

At this time, Marlowe's mind was full of rationality.

He just felt that the news he had heard before, as well as the information he knew from Borel, were all correct. He had pieced together a story about the resurrection of the Dark Lord and the comeback of the possessed son of the Squib.

"Then, then I can support you and summon your servants, and you can make a comeback and let those in the magical world and Dumbledore know your greatness again!"

Looking at Marlowe who was full of admiration and fanaticism, of course it was impossible for Sean to do this, so he directly controlled the black smoke Voldemort, waved his arm again, controlled the black smoke and gave Marlowe a slap in the face, and angrily shouted: "Stupid!"

A basin of cold water was poured on Marlowe's head, causing Marlowe to crawl to the ground again, lowering his head humbly and trembling all over. He was almost limping due to Sean's deception.

"My previous failure was at the hands of Dumbledore and Harry Potter, so now I have to stay by their side, observe them up close, get close to them, and wait for me to find their weaknesses. , at that time I will kill them with one blow, and then really make a comeback!"

"It turns out, it turns out that you are indeed the great Dark Lord. I can't figure out a single thing about you."

Sean looked at Marlowe and knew that it was almost done. He came quietly behind the black smoke Voldemort and said at the same time: "Marlowe, your stupidity makes it difficult for me to give you the identity of a Death Eater, but I can Give you a chance to open your memory, your spirit, everything about you to me, and let me see if you are qualified to follow me."

Hearing this, Marlowe became excited again. He opened his hands and said humbly: "I am willing to open everything to you, the great Dark Lord..."

"Very well, I am very satisfied Marlowe. Now I give you the right to call me master."

"Thank you, my, my master..."

At this time, Sean came step by step in front of Marlowe. He raised the wand in his hand, pointed it at Marlowe's head, and whispered a spell.

"Soul out of the body!"