Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

London, Knockturn Alley.

The air in the whole street is filled with the pungent potion smell mixed with the stench of rotting unknown objects, and the gray signboards on both sides of the street seem to be shimmering.

The wizards who came and went on the street were in a hurry. Most of them covered their heads with wide bucket hats, so that people could not see their true faces. The few who dared to expose their faces were mostly gloomy. Their ugly and distorted faces made people look It's hard to see directly.

The whole street is full of corruption, violence and insidious atmosphere.

A figure came and went in a hurry. He was wrapped in a huge turban, with a small and slender figure. Professor Quirrell came to the extra-legal place of the British magic world.

"It's really a nostalgic taste, even here is more comfortable than at Hogwarts, well, it's time to get down to business, cheer up, don't have that low-end accident like last time .”

Behind Professor Quirrell's head, Voldemort said softly.

"Yes master, there will be no more I assure you."

Professor Quirrell quickly replied trembling.

When Professor Quirrell started to implement the new plan formulated by Voldemort, he came to Knockturn Alley for the first time, because his neat wizard robes were so conspicuous that he attracted a lot of greedy eyes.

But Professor Quirrell, who had never been in contact with such things, was almost taken away by a black wizard with a killing curse. Fortunately, Voldemort was experienced and forcibly controlled Professor Quirrell's body, and he dodged the curse with a roll Fate Curse, and then a backhand Fiercefire burned the dark wizard to ashes.

After this incident, Professor Quirrell barely gained a foothold in Knockturn Alley.

Professor Quirrell walked around and came to an inconspicuous shop, Birkin Burke Magic Store. This shop looked old and old, with peeling paint decoration and distorted shape, it was hard to compliment.

"Dingling bell," Professor Quirrell pushed the door directly to enter, and the doorbell behind the door made a crisp sound, echoing non-stop in this store full of all kinds of strange objects.

"I thought you wouldn't come. I never thought that the professors at Hogwarts would need the services of dark wizards like us."

The owner of the Bock Magic Shop, Karaktabus Bock, suddenly appeared in front of Professor Quirrell, looked at him and said coldly.

Looking at the bald and sinister man in front of him, Professor Quirrell really didn't know what to do for a while. After all, as an excellent graduate of Hogwarts Ravenclaw College, he really didn't have much experience in dealing with dark wizards.

"Just state your purpose directly, don't talk nonsense with these people, the more nervous you are, the more they feel that they have decided on you."

Voldemort's voice sounded in Professor Quirrell's heart.

"Are you ready for what I want? Stop talking nonsense. I want to see the result."

Professor Quirrell, who was blessed by Voldemort, calmed down and said pretending to be calm.

"Come with me."

Looking at the calm man in front of him, Mr. Bork curled his lips, said something, and turned to walk deep into the store.

Professor Quirrell followed the bald man in front of him, avoided many unknown and terrifying black magic props, walked along the difficult path, and followed the owner to the depths of the store with difficulty.

The two came to the door of a small room. The door was a miniature door, less than 1 meters high. Mr. Bork opened the miniature door and made a forward gesture.

Professor Quirrell bent down and got into the room with difficulty, and suddenly felt enlightened. The room was obviously cast with the infinite extension spell. The interior space was scary, with a length, width and height exceeding 20 meters. There were countless iron cages in the huge space. .

All dangerous magical animals are imprisoned inside, mainly mountain giant monsters, a few cats such as poisonous leopards, and the bottom and largest cage is where a Ukrainian iron belly is imprisoned. largest dragon.

"Everything you want is here, 200 mountain trolls, 50 poison sac leopards, and a Ukrainian iron belly."

Mr. Bork also got in through the small door, and said to Professor Quirrell with a smile.

"Of course there is this, the blood of an adult unicorn, guaranteed to be fresh."

Speaking of which, Mr. Bork took out 6 bottles of silver-white liquid and handed them to Professor Quirrell.

"Then the other things I want, rage potion, and at least 20 highly skilled dark wizards."

Professor Quirrell looked at the bottle in his hand and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Of course, of course, of course I haven't forgotten your request, but you know that just getting these things has already cost me countless Galleons, and I used the entire Knockturn Alley relationship to get these thing."

"So now I ask you to pay me the rest of the money, otherwise, our cooperation will end here, although I don't know and don't want to know what you want to do."

"But judging from the things you need, your purpose is definitely not very simple. In order to prevent being implicated by you, I hope you pay the full amount now, and then the things you need will naturally be paid by me after a while." way to notify you.”

Mr. Bock said coldly, after all, although this is a big business, you have to spend money if you want to make money. These things plus the follow-up materials he needs, you said he wants to capture the British Ministry of Magic, I believe it myself.

Professor Quirrell was very angry, because this was different from what he had said. He just wanted to refute when Voldemort's voice came.

"Give it to him. It's still useful to keep him now. After my plan succeeds, I will make him pay the worst price."

"But master, we..."

Professor Quirrell still wanted to defend himself, but was interrupted by Voldemort forcefully.

"There is no time. Although Severus blocked most of the trouble for us, it is obvious that the old man has become suspicious, and we need time to observe that little bastard, otherwise we may not be able to easily overcome the situation in front of us with you and me." Trouble."

Professor Quirrell had no choice but to take out an exquisite golden key from his pocket, and handed it to Mr. Bork.

"This is the key to the vault of Gringotts. I believe that with your ability, you should be able to take out the gold coins inside."

Professor Quirrell said helplessly.

Mr. Bork looked at the golden key in Professor Quirrell's hand. The top of the golden key was engraved with a raven pattern. Obviously, this golden key belonged to the famous pure-blood family in England, the Lestrange family.

This golden key was given to Voldemort by Bella Lestrange, who was a fan of Voldemort back then. Her weak husband had nothing to do with his wife's act of handing over the key of his own vault to an outsider.

The deposit paid for the purchase of these magical animals has already removed 1/4 of the wealth of the Lestrange family, and after paying the final payment, the vault of this ancient pure-blood family is really like a rat going in and seeing it. Hanged himself.

Mr. Bork took the golden key and said coldly.

"I think that should be enough, give me another four months and you'll get everything you want I promise."

Professor Quirrell nodded, retracted his hand in pain, forced himself not to look at the golden key, turned his head and left, the wealth was originally promised to him by Voldemort, and now it belongs to others.

"Okay, don't care about those riches. I will give you everything you want after I am resurrected. Hurry up and plan for the rest of the things you need. This is our only chance."

Voldemort continued to flicker.

Professor Quirrell got the pie painted by Voldemort, nodded, and continued walking towards the depths of Knockturn Alley ahead.