Just became a godfather, and you said this is Hogwarts?

Snape paused.

Watching Erwin's back as he left.

Slightly dazed.

With a wave of his hand, a dusty mirror that had been buried somewhere flew in front of him from a corner.

Snape looked at himself in the mirror.

Murmured: "Under the sun?"

Snape had forgotten how long it had been since he last laughed.

It seemed that he had never smiled again since Lily died, since Erwin's parents died.

The last time he laughed was in front of Erwin's father. They talked a lot that day. Even in such a turbulent time, Snape was still able to laugh heartily. That was the happiest time of his life. Unfortunately, it is gone now.

Snape snapped his fingers.

The mirror in front of him shattered directly.

"Under the sun, I have no chance! But your child will stand under the sun and accept everyone's gaze. I promise! Even if it costs me my life!"

Snape's face turned stern again.

Continue to work on the potion in your hand.

Erwin leaned against the door to Snape's office.

Listen to the sound of the mirror shattering inside.

Sighed.

Under the sun? Is he really worthy of standing under the sun?

If one day his true nature is revealed to everyone, there will probably be no place for him even in the shadows.

With an uncontrollable desire to kill in his body, how can he be qualified to stand under the sun?

Looking at his hands, they were already covered in blood.

What about under the sun?

However, Alvin will not regret it, he has never known what regret is.

Everything he did was to survive and to keep the Cavendish family ahead of everyone else.

As long as he can do this, it will be worth it even if one day he is hated by the light and abandoned by the shadow.

As for Snape wanting him to stand in the sun, if there really comes such a day, then when he is bathed in the sun, Snape will be standing beside him. This is also Erwin's promise.

It had nothing to do with anything else, it was just because Alvin was grateful to Professor Snape.

Erwin knew how good Snape had been to him since he came to Hogwarts.

Erwin straightened his clothes.

The corner of his mouth raised that consistent smile.

Unlike Snape, Erwin had a natural ability to laugh.

Although, this smile did not come from the heart.

But he always has a smile on his face. Only in this way can others get close to him and not be wary of him.

A smile is really a good thing. It can unknowingly bring two people closer together.

Even if an executioner has blood on his hands, when his smile becomes natural, others will think he is a good person.

Erwin has always adhered to this.

Next, it was time for him to meet his other private trainer.

Socket teacher, here I come!

Behind the dark corridor, a flash of silver stood out in the darkness.

Under the dim light, the silver hair and the moonlight complement each other.

At the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

Erwin raised his hand and knocked on the door of Quirrell's office.

Soon, hurried footsteps were heard from inside.

Professor Quirrell opened the door.

"Erwin, you're here!"

Erwin bowed slightly. "Good evening, Professor Quirrell!"

Professor Quirrell smiled and said, "Come in!"

Erwin nodded.

Walk directly into the office.

The wide robe blocked the pistol at Erwin's waist and the wand in his hand.

Professor Quirrell said, "Please sit down for a while. What would you like to drink? How about black tea?"

Erwin said, "Forget it, drink some water! If I drink tea, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night!"

Professor Quirrell nodded. "That's right, I didn't think of that!"

Professor Quirrell turned around and prepared to pour water for Erwin.

Professor Quirrell was very enthusiastic about Erwin.

He wanted to serve Erwin the best tea.

Too bad Erwin didn't plan on drinking tea.

At this moment.

An old and weak voice came: "Okay! Let me do it!"

Professor Quirrell paused abruptly.

"Master, let me pour water for Erwin first!"

Voldemort said coldly: "I said, let me do it!"

Erwin came to Professor Quirrell and took the cup of water from him!

"Professor Quirrell! I can do it myself. You take a break first! Let my teacher come out!"

Professor Quirrell nodded.

Then he took off the scarf on his head.

Voldemort's disgusting face appeared.

"My student, are you okay?"

Erwin bowed: "Of course, teacher! After not seeing you for a day, you seem to be more energetic! This is really good news!"

Voldemort said: "I know my situation myself. You should know that at my level, these flatteries are no longer useful!"

Erwin was disdainful.

What level?

Is it the level of being neither human nor ghost?

Of course, Erwin wouldn't say that.

"I'm sorry, teacher! I am the one who offended you. Actually, I didn't mean to flatter you. This is what I really meant!"

In fact, Voldemort was quite pleased with Erwin's words.

Voldemort said, "Okay! Stop talking nonsense and tell me, what do you want to learn from me? Dark magic? Or, I can teach you how to defend against the dark arts! In fact, if it weren't for that blind old man Dumbledore, I would be the greatest professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the history of Hogwarts!"

Erwin understood.

It seems that Voldemort's obsession with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is indeed real.

This guy really wants to be a teacher and educate people.

Think of Voldemort as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

From then on, the young wizards would practice with each other on a daily basis.

Start with the big melon?

My goodness, it seems that Hogwarts doesn’t have a death indicator.

It seems that Dumbledore is still wise.

No making this lunatic the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Otherwise, the word "defense" can be removed.

Erwin said: "Teacher, your knowledge is so profound that I think everything you teach me will be enough for my whole life! However, if possible, I want to learn how to attack! After all, the best attack is defense, right?"

Voldemort said, "Well said! If that's the case, I also know your aptitude! I will teach you my best spell, the Killing Curse. Do you dare to learn it?"

Erwin's pupils contracted slightly.

Sure enough, the socket had no good intentions. It was very simple as to why he started by teaching the killing curse.

Because if Alvin learned the Killing Curse, it would be equivalent to giving Voldemort a handle on him.

As long as Elvin learns, Voldemort can threaten him with Azkaban at any time.

Tsk tsk tsk, sockets, life is full of calculations.

However, Erwin accepted everyone who came.

As the only one in the wizarding world who can practice the Killing Curse to the point where it is silent and without a wand, Alvin believes that he will get something in return!