Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

"Voldemort." That ugly, strange face endured the humiliation. It wasn't that it had never thought of escaping directly, but that it couldn't escape at all now. The ability to absorb the secret source had firmly locked him.

"I'm asking for the official name," DeWitt said.

The name is a humiliating label for Voldemort. If it were normal, he would torture anyone who dared to ask him this question, but now, his only chance is to obey.

"Tom."

"Okay, Tom," DeWitt nodded with satisfaction. He was holding the wand in his right hand and maintaining the ability to draw the secret source in his left hand. He stretched out his little finger as if to defy Voldemort: "Tell me, this mark - you made it." Or was it made by Quirrell?"

"It's me." Voldemort's face was on Quirrell's body, and he really couldn't express too many emotions and said: "This is a brilliant magic, I can..."

"You still want to teach me! If I make a mistake, will I make it a second time in the same place?!" DeWitt feels embarrassed every time he thinks of Professor Quirrell's "little lessons", but in addition to learning Quirrell's secrets, DeWitt Yuan, having no other means to target the soul, had no choice but to kick Quirrell's body on the back of the head a few times as if to vent his anger, and then erased the markings on the nails.

"What about the troll?" he continued.

"Quirrell has a way to control the trolls. He can control the trolls very well. The so-called exam is absolutely safe..."

"Lie." DeWitt looked at Voldemort's state indifferently, and said the analysis that finally became clear: "You want my life to attract other people's attention so that you can achieve your goal-that person in the Forbidden Forest. It was you this time, you wanted to frame me for using black magic. Will you testify as a teacher again, saying that I have never learned black magic to save me from the predicament, so that I can be grateful and willing to be used by you? Exploit? It’s all connected now. Your words can’t seduce me, and your theories can’t impress me, so you’re deliberately planning..."

"When I saw that you could kill the troll, I decided that you did have a talent," Voldemort said. "When I studied the death of the troll, I became even more convinced of this. No one at Hogwarts can match your talent." Discover it..."

The corners of DeWitt's lips curled up, and he continued: "You are the only one who can dig it out, so you want me to be loyal to you? Oh, Tom, Tom, what do you want me to say about you? This rhetoric - it's so cliche, You have to be a little... practical. Frankness can be exchanged for honesty." He seemed to know everything now: "For example, the purpose of your coming to Hogwarts, I think, is definitely not what you want to be. Defense Against the Dark Arts is taught, let me guess, is it the one related to the three-headed dog?"

This was a coincidence. Voldemort really thought that DeWitt saw it, and he thought that he also understood DeWitt's goal, and immediately said: "I can share the Sorcerer's Stone with you! As long as you come to help me, I need magic." Shi Lai helped me regain some form..."

"What's the use of the magic stone?" DeWitt said absently: "I don't need that thing."

"The Philosopher's Stone means eternal life." Voldemort actually showed his hatred for DeWitt with just one head: "Don't you want eternal life?"

The road to eternal life is already in my hands. DeWitt knew in his heart that he did not need the magic stone to achieve the function of eternal life. He asked: "Is there no other use?"

Voldemort couldn't guess whether DeWitt really knew nothing about the Philosopher's Stone, but he certainly couldn't question DeWitt now. If he angered this emotionally unstable brat, he would only be the one to suffer, so he He could only say: "There must be other uses, but they are all well hidden by the maker of the Magic Stone. As long as we can get them..."

"Wrong," DeWitt interrupted Voldemort: "We don't get it, you get it and give it to me."

The Philosopher's Stone aroused DeWitt's curiosity, and he would be happy to hold it in his hands if given the chance, but not when working with Voldemort.

Voldemort had something to say, but he couldn't say it.

"Yes, we can cooperate very happily," he could only compromise. Only he knew how resentful he was: "But can you let my servant go? In any case, he has the quality of loyalty..."

"Don't worry," DeWitt still had some doubts and wanted an explanation: "I found that Quirrell is dead, but you are not dead, and your state is very strange. Although you are not dead, your soul is incomplete, but you are clear and complete. Human logic...how did you do it?"

With the biggest secret at stake, Voldemort was thinking about how to answer - but DeWitt saw his hesitation. He was actually just curious about the reasons and methods of Voldemort's chaos. Abandoning the integrity of his soul was tantamount to tying himself up. He decided to Xinyan despised Voldemort's state, and couldn't help but sneer at Voldemort's behavior of picking up rubbish and treating it as a treasure: "I won't force you if you don't want to, but it's much easier this way."

Only one professor died at Hogwarts, who would doubt a first-year freshman?DeWitt stopped talking nonsense and decisively began to absorb the secret source. First, he used Quirrell's soul to fill the gap where he had used spiritual vision, and then Voldemort's - how many secret sources can a incomplete soul provide?It's probably very few, but it can't be wasted, DeWitt thought, as if he was sucking yogurt through a straw. However, the remaining part of Voldemort's soul couldn't be sucked in - just like the bottom of the yogurt. Same as son.

Seeing Quirrell's soul shattered and hearing the trembling sound when his soul shattered, Voldemort was not sure whether he could withstand this test he had never experienced before. At the same time, he would never give up any hope of survival, and at this time Initiated the final struggle - after Quirrell's soul was sucked dry, Voldemort temporarily gained the ability to act, and he was no longer in a symbiotic state with Quirrell.Instead of running away, he rushed towards the unicorn's blood and swallowed the soil together.

He wanted to stop Voldemort's actions, but DeWitt had no other way to target the soul except to drain the secret source of the soul and make the soul completely disappear. There was really nothing he could do.

After drinking the blood of the unicorn, Voldemort's condition improved a bit - he seemed to be no longer a mere steam, and had a shadow in the moonlight.

Perhaps it was the illusion that gave Voldemort the courage to look back at DeWitt, and DeWitt, who caught Voldemort's sight, did not hesitate to strike with a violent thunder and lightning. Voldemort had no time to say any harsh words, and could only turn into a black smoke and shoot towards him. direction to flee.

DeWitt was about to leave too, because someone from the castle came over. Before disappearing, he saw a silver shadow flashing through the gap between the trees.

Let’s return to the peaceful campus life first.