Hogwarts Superman

Hogwarts' Superman - Chapter 036 [Interrogation of Quirrell]

After the troll was sent away, Quirrell was also sent away by Professor McGonagall, and he left the corridor on the second floor with a confused face.

"Damn Mudblood!" Quirrell murmured to himself in a quiet, unoccupied corridor. He really couldn't imagine that the long-planned action would end with the killing of a little wizard!Are trolls really that incompetent?

"I don't know what's going on over there...Master, how about I go and have a look now?" Professor Quirrell suddenly lowered his head and asked respectfully.

"Don't you have a brain?" A deep voice came from Quirrell's hat: "I can say with certainty that Dumbledore must be guarding by the Sorcerer's Stone now, and you will only fall into a trap!

Follow the plan!Wait until the end of the school year to pick it up and get the other stuff first! "

Quirrell didn't notice that there seemed to be a different black shadow above his head - in the black shadow, there was a blue tights, a dark red cloak behind him, and a pair of red underwear on the crotch. Wearing it, there is a big letter s on the chest.

However, what is different from ordinary Superman is that this guy's face is covered with a blue and red patterned hood, and there are two yellow lightning bolts on the left and right temples, and a whole piece covering the eyes at the eye position Forehead, huge, black sunglasses—this is Cree's new custom outfit, which arrived via owl mail the other day.

Because of the blue headgear, Kerry at this time is more like a Kamen Rider!

The professors' offices have a separate cubicle, and their dormitory is inside the office, of course not all, such as Professor McGonagall, her home is in Hogsmeade Village, although she hardly leaves Hogwarts Ci.

The moment Quirrell pushed away from his office, a black shadow jumped down from the ceiling—"Plop..." Quirrell fell in the doorway of his office.

With a revengeful smile, Kerry dragged Quirrell into the house...

When Quirrell woke up, he found himself tied to the chair, with his hands rolled over and firmly bound to the backrest of the chair.

At the same time, Quirrell was stripped naked, leaving only the key point of the underwear that pitifully protected Quirrell.

The back of Quirrell's head - Voldemort has just woken up, because the two share the same body, so as long as the body is in a coma, both souls will lose consciousness.

At this moment, Quirrell's head was tightly bound by a black bag, and Voldemort also lost his sight.In fact, Quirrell's back is only 10 centimeters away from the wall. If Voldemort opens his eyes, he is just looking at a wall.

"Don't try to struggle!" An old and dull voice sounded, as if it was the groan of a dying person: "I use the latest titanium alloy steel wire, this kind of thing can't break free even if it is a giant. Let alone just a Ordinary wizard."

At the other end of the office, Kerry sat leisurely on the sofa, looking at the office.

"From now on, I will ask you to answer, and I must answer my question within ten seconds, otherwise I will..." Kerry paused and picked up a pencil on the table.

"Whoosh—" the pencil was thrown out by Kerry, and it just hit Quirrell's feet.

Kerry's arm strength already exceeds [-] tons, and his speed almost exceeds the speed of sound. A pencil projected with such force is simply a sharp bullet!

The top of Quirrell's foot was like a piece of tofu, gently inserted by a pencil, and the injection position was exactly in the middle of the instep. Kerry could even hear the "creaking" sound of the phalanx of the middle finger being penetrated - in addition, There was also flesh and blood protruding from the ends of the pencil, splashing onto the wall and onto Quirrell's legs.

Quirrell's feet are useless...

With the insertion of the pencil, Quirrell let out an unbelievable scream, but unfortunately this was his own office—in order to keep Voldemort secret, he arranged countless spells to prevent the sound from being transmitted—so that even Such a tragic cry can only be spread in the small office, and cannot be leaked in the slightest.

"Now stop your ridiculous voice, I'm going to start talking about the problem!" Kerry said grimly.

"Whoosh—" It was another pencil, but this pencil just passed Quirrell's ear, and the sound of the sonic boom was so harsh that Quirrell stopped howling in an instant.

He finally realized that this person would really kill himself!

"How did Voldemort get behind you?" Kerry asked.

"I don't know what Voldemort!" Quirrell said, resisting the pain in his feet.

"Whoosh—" Kerry threw a third pencil, and Quirrell's other foot suffered.

"Ah!!!!" Quirrell's roar reappeared instantly.

"I don't want to hear lies!" Kerry said.

"Shut up!" Voldemort's voice came through the black cloth: "Can't you bear even this little pain?"

"My most noble... master! I...Of course I can..." Quirrell replied with difficulty.

"It's a great honor to meet you for the first time!" Kerry joked:

"If I'm not mistaken, you two are one body and two souls share the same body, so you should be able to use the same sense of touch and pain.

So you should also feel the pain penetrating the soles of your feet. I didn't expect you to be able to keep silent. It should be said--you really deserve to be a big devil!Is it right?Mr. Voldemort! "

After hearing this, Quirrell and Voldemort were shocked at the same time.

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort asked instead of Quirrell.

"I don't want to do anything, just want to get to know you, and ask some simple questions by the way." Kerry said: "I don't want to repeat what I said, and now I will ask the first question-in this What is the most valuable thing in the office?"

"There is a small mechanism in the drawer of the desk, which stores 10,000+ gold Galleons and some nice little things, you can take them away!" Voldemort said.

"Wrong answer!" Kerry shot the pencil between Quirrell's legs.

But unexpectedly - Quirrell didn't respond, but shrank his legs in the wind driven by the pencil.

Wow!Is Quirrell's words so short?Kerry was dumbfounded—the pencil was only about three centimeters away from the pubic bone, yet it missed the target!

Kerry felt a little sorry for Professor Quirrell—it was fine if he was parasitized, but it turned out to be so short?Might as well blow it up for you ("explosion" in the physical sense)!

"Do you think I'm the one who lacks the money?" Kerry said. "If you don't want to suffer from castration, tell me now, right now, right now—what's the most valuable thing! Listen! ! What I'm asking is the most valuable one, not those waste paper-like Galleons!"

"It's in the left drawer of the bookcase! A small bookcase!" Before Voldemort could speak, Quirrell spoke first, and the cool wind from his lower body made Quirrell give up his resistance.

"Damn it!" came Voldemort's voice, clearly annoyed with Quirrell, who tried to threaten Quirrell but to no avail.

Kerry picked up a hook from the table - something commonly used in Potions - hooked the drawer and pulled it open.

The drawer was cast with the [Untrace Stretching Curse], at least 10 feet in size, and dozens of notebooks and books in different states were densely packed inside.

"what is this?"

"It's all black magic!" said Voldemort. "There is actually only one most valuable thing in this room, and that is me—the great Lord Voldemort! If there is anything barely worth mentioning, it is these Trash books."

Kerry understood, this is why Quirrell really turned to Voldemort - Quirrell felt that he could no longer move forward, so he thought of black magic!Then it is obvious that the strongest black magician in England is Voldemort—these books should all be found by Voldemort in Albania.

[Good harvest! 】Kerry was delighted. There has always been very little information on black magic at Hogwarts, and real dark wizards are generally passed on by word of mouth. Such precious information is really rare.

"Second question - Voldemort, where is your illegitimate son or daughter?" Kerry said calmly.

"I don't have any descendants! That's the behavior of low-level animals, and I will live forever..." Before Voldemort could finish speaking, a new pencil penetrated Quirrell's left leg.

"Ah!" Quirrell roared, moaning in pain.

"There are many interesting things in black magic, if you want to learn or study them, you must have the blood of your descendants, and some even need to kill your descendants in order to learn them.

And you, as one of the most accomplished Dark Lords in the world, can you hold back?

So you must have descendants, and you must have been born after 1955. I have investigated you. Since 1957, you have almost disappeared from everyone's sight, and you have been missing for ten years!

During the ten years you disappeared, you traveled to many places, and if I'm not mistaken, your child was born at that time!And the place of birth must be in England!It might even be in your hometown... I guess, it's called Little Hangleton, isn't it? "

"In those ten years, you not only existed as a Dark Lord, you should also be an unknown and kind father—you came to Hogwarts again in 1967, but you didn't actually seek to become a professor here.

Your real purpose is to watch your children grow up with your own eyes, just like yourself back then. I think if Dumbledore was willing to let you become a professor at Hogwarts, then you would definitely make you a The Dark Lord's plan will be postponed for at least 7 years, waiting for your illegitimate son to graduate from here, right? "

"Who the hell are you!" Voldemort never felt "fear" of anyone else, if ever there was only one - Dumbledore - but from today on Tom Riddle's list of fears , with three lists!

[First, Albus Dumbledore]

【Second, Death】

[Third, super witch! 】