A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

But even in the face of such a pretty face that makes people unable to eat, Ian feels that proper etiquette is still necessary.

"Good evening, Tom!" he greeted proactively.

"How dare you call me by this name..." The ferocious and terrifying face seemed a little distorted:

"I really don't know whether it's ignorance...or fearlessness..."

"Huh, kid!" Riddle said slowly, "Being able to guess everything with this information, I have to admit that you seem to have some brains. Your bloodline should be as noble as mine."

"However, if you want to save your own life... you have no choice..."

"Listen, come to me!"

"I will spare your life. After I get the Philosopher's Stone, regain my former power, and then rule the entire wizarding world. There will be a place for you in the world I rule; I will allow you to share my power. .”

Nani, this pretty boy, actually started to win over me!

Ian felt a little unable to hold back his laughter.

Hey, hey, that’s not how you write a blank check, right?

Just like when you apply for a job in a company, the headhunter tells you: come to work in my company, and when the company becomes bigger, you will be paid an annual salary of 5 pounds. You can work no more than 40 hours per week, and there are 20 days left in the year. of paid leave...

Although such a bad promise is quite fake, some fools may still believe it.

What is the pretty boy in front of me saying: You surrender to me, and when I become the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the organization has already decided that you will be the Minister of Finance...

No fool would believe such a empty promise.

……

Ian stopped pretending and started shouting without any mercy:

"Who are you?"

"Is this the beginning of your reign in the British wizarding world?

"I can give you a magic stone, but it won't be in your hands!"

"You don't want to see what a bear you look like?"

"Dumbledore is not dead yet... Let's not talk about Dumbledore. Let's take a step back and say that Voldemort is not dead either... It won't be your turn, you know!"

The pretty face on the back of Professor Quirrell's head instantly became more distorted.

It seemed that he was touched by Ian's words.

"Who am I?" he growled, "I am the greatest dark wizard of the twentieth century. My power once ruled the entire UK. Even Dumbledore only dared to tremble in front of me... My name... …Voldemort…”

"Just pretend!" Ian interrupted him with some disdain:

"You mean Voldemort? Then I'm still Gellert Grindelwald!"

"Don't think I don't know who you are, your name is 'Tom Riddle'."

"I've looked through a bunch of books, but I haven't found a wizard with this name who has made even the slightest contribution to the wizarding world. There's not even a record."

"It turns out he's just a country wizard with no skills at all!"

"I finally know why you were able to seduce Professor Quirrell. It turns out you were pretending to be Voldemort!"

At this moment, Ian's mind quickly recalled the appearance of Voldemort that he had imagined: a muscular man wearing a cowboy suit. He had a red complexion, was covered in flesh, and had a big belly. He also wore a straw hat and a hand. Holding a white flag, smelling of inferior perfume, and fantasizing about immortality...

It is indeed a bit abstract, but it is definitely much better than the ugly pretty boy in front of me who is parasitic on the back of other people's heads and makes people unable to eat.

If Voldemort looked like you, I would eat the Philosopher's Stone alive.

……

"Asshole!" Riddle was already furious.

However, he was not allowed to say anything more, because Professor Quirrell had already turned around.

He heard all the conversation between Ian and Riddle just now.

"Drizzt..." he said tremblingly, pointing to the back of his head, "What did you say? Didn't you say he was lying on the ground..."

"Of course it's not Voldemort!" Ian Twister bluntly exposed Tom Riddle's true face in front of Professor Quirrell:

"Professor Quirrell, I once accidentally obtained a magic item that can display the name and location of anyone in Hogwarts... That's why I know that Dumbledore has left Hogwarts now. The guy who possesses you, his real name is Tom Riddle, I can swear on the name of Merlin, even on my soul!"

Ian's words were too upright and did not appear to be lying at all.

Anyone standing in front of his image would probably believe his words.

"How could it be..." Quirrell murmured, "I was deceived... I just hoped to seek refuge with Lord Voldemort, so that with his power, he could help me regain my wisdom and at the same time bring Edward back... Unexpectedly , but was deceived by this guy named Tom Riddle..."

Quirrell fell to his knees in pain: "My head...my head is so itchy..."

This state seems a bit like having a brain.

"Quirrell!" The eerie and fierce voice was making its final struggle: "I am Voldemort, and Tom Riddle is my former name..."

"Yes, yes!" Looking at Riddle who was still quibbling, Ian showed disdain: "I also used the name Gellert Grindelwald!"

……

"You...liar..." Professor Quirrell roared angrily.

"What are you going to do... Quirrell!" Riddle seemed a little panicked.

Quirrell no longer hesitated, he stretched out his hand to the back of his head.

Then, he very cruelly tore off the brain on the back of his head piece by piece.

This bloody scene made Ian, who was eating melon, stunned.

"Quirrell...stop it..." Riddle roared desperately.

"I trust you so much... you liar..." Quirrell's voice was full of despair at this time, "Even if I die, I will take you with me on the road."

Professor Quirrell and the spirit behind him seem to be starting a very fierce battle.

Tom Riddle could no longer cling to Quirrell, he could only turn into a black shadow.

Professor Quirrell raised his wand and tilted any magic that came to his mind to the black shadow.

In the end, Professor Quirrell fell in a pool of blood, and the severely injured shadow had to escape from the window.

……

Ian sighed and extinguished the fire in the fireplace in front of him.

"I have to ask someone to notify Professor Sprout. Let's just say that there was shouting coming from Professor Quirrell's office." He said to himself.

Then, he glanced at the remaining sparks in the fireplace and continued to talk to himself:

"What the hell, they're all here to pretend to be Voldemort!"