Hogwarts lazy snake

A small house in the Muggle world.

"FUCK! Damn Nicholas! Damn Harry Potter! Damn Rubeus! And those damn centaurs!"

Quirrell, covered in blood, slumped on the sofa. Next to him, a young couple lay peacefully on the bed.

"My great lord, I think we have to get rid of Nicholas. Otherwise, with my current body, I don't think I will last much longer." Unlike the ferocious face at the back of his head, Quirrell looked pale and half-dead, but his voice was full of respect.

"No, Quirrell, you fool! The raven has not been found yet, and the Marfa cause has not been found yet. You can't do it, you have to find the Philosopher's Stone too. I will use the Philosopher's Stone to help you."

The hairless face also felt that he couldn't be pushed too hard.

After all, I still need the other party to help me find the magic stone.

However, after hearing Voldemort's words, Quirrell seemed to be enraged and pulled the face on the back of his head with his hands.

"Shut up, my dear master, I really tell the great lord! I will complete your task."

"Damn idiot, take your hands away, don't touch me!" Voldemort felt Quirrell's hands pulling him, and he was suddenly very angry!

After Voldemort said this, the hands that were originally pulling Voldemort turned down.

“Shut up, you stupid idiot. This ant is praying to his great self. Hahahahahahaha, is it finally coming out? Hahaha~ This is the smell of fresh air, hahahahahaha!”

Some black smoke flowed out of the seven orifices on Quirrell's face like liquid, and his voice became very sharp. He first cursed Voldemort, and then laughed in a very exaggerated manner.

"Who are you! How dare you curse the great Voldemort like that? I will torture you with the cruelest magic! You must kneel down and beg for mercy! Also, what did you do to my servant?!"

Voldemort was going to torture Qiluo's soul after Quirrell insulted his life, but there was no screaming or begging for mercy from the other party. Instead, he laughed wildly like a lunatic.

"You stupid mortal are so arrogant and stupid!" Quirrell, with a dark face, stood up and walked to a mirror. He looked at the tattered black robe in the mirror. Through the cracks, he could vaguely see the wounds with the skin and flesh turned inside out.

There was a kind of madness and evil in his eyes, as if he was no longer the timid Professor Quirrell.

The figure in the mirror looked particularly hideous, with black mist swirling around him, as if telling of an unspeakable horror.

Quirrell tilted his head slightly, looking at himself in the mirror, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Voldemort? Let me see."

As he spoke, Quirrell got the pair of eyes that were flowing with black mist, and was covered by the mist. Then he seemed to see interesting pictures on them, and spoke the information he saw in a sharp voice:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle? Ridiculous ant, cruel, arrogant, brutal, manipulative, psychopathic and conceited. Hahahaha, I like it! They are all good qualities!"

Quirrell licked his lips and laughed like crazy. He continued to explain while laughing, "Oh, not bad. You can even pull a bunch of stupid guys to spread fear? Hahahaha, I really like you more and more, you ant."

"Shut up, you devil! Who are you? My name is Voldemort, the great Lord Voldemort!"

When Voldemort heard these words, he immediately asked loudly in an angry hoarse voice, with a hint of fear hidden in his heart, but this fear was soon covered up by his anger.

He would never allow anyone to know these secrets. He was the heir of Slytherin, the head of the Gaunt family, and the king of pure-blood wizards.

Quirrell was not moved by Voldemort's anger. He continued to say playfully, "Humph, how long do you think you can keep it a secret? Your secret will be revealed sooner or later. Then, how will your so-called loyal subordinates react? Maybe they will abandon you, or maybe they will turn against you. Hahahaha."

Voldemort was furious. He began to try to control Quirrell's body and torture this guy who knew too much with the Cruciatus Curse until he lost his soul!

"Don't be complacent. No matter who you are, I will find a way to destroy you. I, Voldemort, am the ruler of the wizarding world. No one can challenge my authority."

"No, no, no, ant cough cough... Well, Riddle, don't you want immortality? Come and serve me, believe in me!" Quirrell suddenly calmed down, and said this in a very calm tone, looking very confident, not worried at all that Voldemort would refuse.

Hearing this, Voldemort was stunned for a moment, but soon he continued to try to take back Quirrell's body.

I was secretly, or should I say openly, operating against Voldemort. Quirrell felt Voldemort wreaking havoc and attacking an invisible barrier in a mysterious space.

He was not in a hurry and just waited quietly for the other party to reply. Then he walked into the house, opened the closet, changed into clean clothes, and walked to the dining table to eat steak.

"So, they ate their fill before they began to reproduce. Otherwise, they would just die. What a shame!"

As he spoke, he forked a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed slowly: "Although it is food made from food, it tastes pretty good. It turns out that food knows food best."

"it is good!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Qi Luo laughed happily, then grabbed the remaining meat with his hands and began to tear it apart and swallow it, laughing as he ate. "Hahahahaha, so cool! It's still so cool to eat this way. Hahaha."

Quirrell tore the steak in his hand and walked to the bedside of the peaceful couple: "Give it to my believer first, and let him recover his body. You will see that you will be willing to believe in me and serve me, hahahaha~"

He stretched out his palm, opened it above the young man and woman who could fall asleep immediately, and an obscure chant came out from Qi Luo's mouth.

The man and woman who were sleeping soundly slowly got up and continued doing what they loved to do before going to bed.

Then he sat back on the sofa, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Because Voldemort was facing the bed, he was also very curious about how this mysterious guy would help Quirrell restore his tattered body.

Just look at the man and woman in front of you, from the drizzle and gentle breeze to the violent storm afterwards, they are tirelessly venting their desires, and they even look a little scary.

Then something even more horrible happened. The originally tender skin, like land without trees, slowly dried up, and finally became like two bags of skin and bones, but still could not forget its original intention.

However, Voldemort also felt the wounds on Quirrell's body. Wisps of black smoke began to appear, and then granulation tissue grew, and soon everything recovered as before.

"Right? I don't want to deceive ants like you. Believe in me!" Quirrell turned his head and saw the pair of still moving skeletons. He grinned and began to laugh wildly: "Hahahaha, so beautiful. Hahaha"