Hogwarts: You are a devil!

"I didn't see anything, I didn't say anything. You can guess everything and it has nothing to do with me!" Louis said as if he was proving his innocence.

This confirmed Professor McGonagall's thoughts, and the gossip became more intense.

If only you were not my student!Professor McGonagall looked at Louis "lovingly". If Louis was not her student, she would have given him a bottle of truth serum.

Starting today, there is a rumor in Hogwarts that the old principal Dumbledore has a second love.

It no longer mattered who started the rumor. Louis was distracted all day long. He almost made several mistakes when configuring potions, causing Snape to deduct a lot of points from Ravenclaw.

He was afraid. Every time people around him mentioned a rumor, he was afraid of it. He was afraid that Dumbledore would suddenly come out and arrest him and put him in a dark room. Can such news be spread out?You really killed me, Professor McGonagall!

Professor McGonagall was also helpless. She was just chatting with Professor Sprout one time, and she accidentally let it slip.

She is the kind of person who keeps secrets and feels uncomfortable in her heart. She can still keep ordinary secrets. The serious character she has developed over the years makes most secrets unlikely to cause any trouble in front of her.

But it was related to Dumbledore and the love issue between her beloved teacher and leader. Professor McGonagall couldn't hold it in anymore. She was feeling uncomfortable if she didn't tell him!

Dumbledore's improved clothing in recent days and his long absence from school made the rumors get out of control.

It even attracted the attention of the notorious reporter Rita Skeeter. Louis saw a smelly ladybug flying around him many times and sneaked into Hogwarts just to find out a piece of tidbits. This was very Rita. .

In the end, someone naturally warned Rita Skeeter. The manuscript she had written and the photos were all torn up by Sarlayan and burned in front of her.

While Hogwarts is happy, Professor Quirrell is now very sad, and an annoying voice keeps shouting in his ears.

The hallucinations that appeared in front of him recently made him feel like there was something wrong with his mind, but neither the human psychologist nor St. Mungo's Hospital found anything wrong.

“▓▓▓▓▓▓”

Here it comes again, this damn sound is neither ancient Greek nor runes, nor any known language in the world. It is just unstructured gibbering.

The table actually has tentacles, and the chairs have turned into living octopuses, no!Quirrell suddenly woke up. He was beguiled by the ravings and saw visions again.

If there is a sanity monitor, you will find that Quirrell is very mentally unstable now and is about to break through the freezing point and become a bewitched monster.

In the world of Cthulhu, a sanity like him would have grown tentacles or some other terrifying organ on his body.

But he is a wizard, an Auror-level wizard. The substantial mental power he gained after breaking through to the Auror level allows him to behave normally. He is no different from a normal person except for seeing strange phenomena.

Soon, in a few days, you will be mine, Quirinus Quirrell, you can't escape my grasp!

In the afterlife, the big octopus's body trembled, and countless eyes suddenly opened on its tentacles. The Thousand-Eyed Demon was the name given to him by the creator, but he preferred to call himself the God of Death.

In June, Hogwarts students began their annual end-of-year exams, which was a real nuisance, or so said George and Fred.

The test content of the Transfiguration class is to turn a fist-sized log into a turtle, and the turtle must be able to move freely. The test content of the first-grade class is to turn a mouse into a pocket watch. The more exquisite the pocket watch, the better.

Potions was a tiresome exam, a big roll of paper with information about the elixir of life and death, the hair growth solution, the potion for treating burns, and even his petrification potion.

The Charms class is a test of sleeping spells and a pile of written test papers, the written test of Herbology class, and the written test of Astronomy class. Writing test papers in the hot summer is simply a kind of torture!

On the other side, Quirrell, whose sanity was completely cleared, came to the dark forest, followed the instructions of the voice in his head, and walked towards the place where Voldemort was hiding.

"Great Master, I am Quirrell, sent by Lord Death to assist you." Professor Quirrell knelt on the ground. In front of him was a thin, ugly-looking mouse.

Strange, why do I call the mouse master?And Lord Death, isn’t that a character in a fairy tale?Quirrell paused in confusion, then returned to his adoring look.

"Very well, come here Quirinus Quirrell. Power, wealth, or power, as long as you come over and take me to Hogwarts, it will all be yours."

The bulge on the mouse's head suddenly opened its mouth, and very seductive words came out of its mouth.

Hogwarts?Well, my head hurts so much, why...why can just one name give me a headache!

Quirrell, who fell to the ground in pain, was very strange. He clearly wanted to stay away from the monster on the ground, but his body involuntarily approached it and held the mouse on the back of his head.

Pain, pain ten thousand times more severe than a headache, arises from the soul.

The substantial spiritual power that was supposed to serve as the soul's defense line not only failed to resist the parasitism of another soul, but instead, under the bewitchment of raving words, helped a nearly broken soul squeeze into Quirrell's sea of ​​consciousness.

who am I?

A strange voice answered in his mind, I am the servant of Death, the great Faceless Man Quirinus Quirrell.

No!I am a Ravenclaw student, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and a free and powerful wizard!Quirrell's own voice retorted in his head.

Of course, we are one. You are both the Hogwarts professor and the great Faceless One. You are free and you are great!The voice continued to confuse.

In the world of consciousness, Voldemort, whose soul turned into irregular pieces like broken glass, stopped. In front of him was a soul body representing Quirrell. Countless black tentacles were born from Quirrell's body and clung to him.

Another wizard contaminated by death!The soul-turned-Voldemort felt angry in his heart. No matter what, he was a member of the wizarding world, not a lackey of his God of Death.

After thinking about it, Lao Fu borrowed Quirrell's spiritual sea, which the guy couldn't use now anyway, and mobilized the magic power in his body to construct a pair of spiritual shackles, which were locked on the black tentacles that were winding and climbing up.

"Oh? Little Tom has grown up? He actually dares to resist me. Haha, do you need me to help you recall what happened back then!"

"Hmph, retract your claws, Death, this is the real world, not the place you should stay!" Voldemort shouted angrily in a deep voice.