Hogwarts: You are a devil!

"Okay, since you want it, I'll give this person to you, but Tom, you have to protect yourself from dying, otherwise, hehehe, you know the consequences!"

"Humph, you don't have to worry about it now! Get out of here!"

As a legendary wizard, Lao Fu is not afraid of death at all in the real world. Monsters that only dare to dominate in their own small world have not yet had the power to affect the real world.

"Damn it Tom, damn it! Damn it to all you wizards!"

Death twitched its tentacles furiously, and the souls of countless wizards showed pain at this moment. They became the scapegoats between Death and Voldemort.

In order to corrupt Quirinus Quirrell, Death spent half of the energy he had accumulated over the years.

The last time this was done was in the tenth century, when Salazar Slytherin rewrote the Secret Keeper's legacy.

The God of Death used up all the power he had accumulated over ten centuries at once, and even used most of the energy in his body to eliminate the only organization in the world that could threaten him.

"Poor guy, you will be my wizard from now on. You can call me the Dark Lord, or you can call me master." The soul-turned-Voldemort looked at Quirrell with a trace of pity in his eyes.

This guy didn't live long. Even if he hadn't been parasitized by him, Quirrell wouldn't have lived long. His soul was so corrupted that no one could save him except the God of Death.

Even among the legendary wizards, he had the closest relationship with Death and knew the most secrets, he couldn't save Quirrell.

"Dark Lord? You are Voldemort, and you are still alive!" Quirrell's soul screamed.

No, I have to find an opportunity to notify Dumbledore and let him deal with Voldemort.

Quirrell obviously hasn't figured out his situation yet. He has been parasitized. The control of the spiritual sea is in Voldemort's hands. Without Lao Voldemort's permission, he can't even mobilize his magic power.

"Give up what you are thinking, kid. Your situation is worse than I thought. If you want to survive, you have only one option, and that is to take refuge in me."

"But...but you are the Dark Lord, I...how can I take refuge in you." Quirrell said with a slight hesitation.

Yes, looking at him, Voldemort understood that Quirrell had been shaken.

Time passed little by little, and in early August, Nico Flamel and his wife, disguised as middle-aged wizards, opened a vault at the Gringotts headquarters in the UK. There was nothing in it except a stone.

Before leaving, they "accidentally" dropped a signed manuscript and photos from many years ago. These things "happened" to be picked up by a wizard, who "happened" to be an expert in ancient history.

As a result, news of Nico Flamel and his wife's visit to Gringotts spread on the black market.

"Have you heard that the great alchemist Nicolas Flamel has come to England?"

"Doesn't that mean that the news that went viral a few days ago is true, that Nico Flamel really lent the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore?"

"He must be crazy. He is willing to lend out such a precious thing. Aren't he afraid of being stolen?"

In an underground tavern in Knockturn Alley, a group of wizards who had just returned from an adventure were sitting together, talking about the hottest news in the British underground wizarding world in recent times.

"Other than Gringotts, it's Dumbledore. Let's not talk about Gringotts for the moment. Who can snatch the Sorcerer's Stone from that person!"

Hearing this, all the wizards in the tavern choked. Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, few people would mess with him unless he had a brain cramp.

Haha, you bunch of cowards, since you don’t dare to go, then let me, Quirinus Quirrell, take back the Magic Stone for the master!

A skinny wizard wrapped in a wizard's robe thought, for more than two months, he had already become accustomed to the life of being parasitized by Voldemort.

Under Lao Vol's continuous brainwashing, Quirrell called Voldemort his master and was willing to betray his former academy for him.

"I'm very curious, Quirrell. When you get the Sorcerer's Stone, I will help you make a potion to lift the shackles on your soul." Voldemort's voice rang in Quirrell's heart.

"Thank you, great master, I will definitely take back the Philosopher's Stone for you!" A flash of pain flashed in Quirrell's eyes. In order to survive, he had to obey Voldemort's orders.

France in August is beautiful and lively, but this has nothing to do with Louis, because he is about to start school.

Walking on the carriage leaving home, Louis, who had just returned home, embarked on a cross-country journey again.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have laughed at Lao Deng. Alas, it would be great to let him take me to England, so that we don't have to waste time on the boring journey!

Louis was extremely upset at this time. Before leaving, he went to Nurmengard and saw Dumbledore in the Emperor's personal office, who was wearing pink pajamas and had probably just woken up.

Louis laughed, mercilessly, causing Dumbledore's old face to turn red. He covered his face and even took off his clothes. He cast the Apparition spell and teleported back to England.

If I didn't smile at any time, maybe Lao Deng would take me away. Alas, I'm so stupid, really!

Sitting in the magic carriage, you can neither refine potions nor practice magic. The bumpy journey may cause mistakes. Louis, who is bored out of his mind, can only open the system interface and use probing to check his current attributes.

Name: Louis Lestrange

Occupation: Intermediate Wizard (262/262) Senior Potion Master

Skills: Earth Wall, Resist Fire Ring, Wind Blade, Spell Hand, Transformation·Group Summoning, Transformation·Shape Change…………

Kung Fu: The third section of the nameless Kung Fu

talent:…………

It was much better than when I first went to Hogwarts. Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, if nothing else, the subject of Transfiguration alone was enough to defeat ten of myself at that time.

As long as the casting distance is increased and the casting time is sufficient, it is easy to kill more than a dozen wizards with an ice storm or tornado spell.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep. When the coachman reminded him, Louis knew that they had arrived at the London train station.

Carrying the suitcase and stepping out of the carriage, there were many Hogwarts students standing on the nine and three-quarter platform. Louis looked over and saw no sign of the Weasley brothers or Qiu Zhang.

"You go back first, Bush, and tell Annie that I have arrived at the station so she doesn't have to worry."

"Understood, Master Louis!" Bush Sr. quickly put his hands on his chest and performed an ancient wizard's salute to Louis.

Master Louis is becoming more and more intimidating, and he doesn't dare to refute what he says, just like the old head of the family back then!Bush thought to himself.

"Who is that? His posture is even more majestic than ours!" Draco Malfoy said with a frown.