People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

After taking this green, crooked cedar wand in hand.

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had changed.

My mind became more intelligent.

I would no longer practice with empty classroom tables and chairs and throw them back without dealing with them.

My brain became more organized.

The details I saw in the corner of my eyes also entered my mind.

A stream of information also flooded into my mind.

The so-called true damage means ignoring armor and magic resistance and causing damage directly.

This 50% means that half of the damage of the spell or [normal attack] released is true damage.

The enemy hit will not be able to lie, which means that before the effect of the spell released with this wand is dispelled, it will be like taking truth serum and cannot lie.

And his data panel is also updated accordingly.

[Number: 000000001]

[Magic Book Level: 3 (1100/100)]

[Name: Ryan Smith/Bajiel Granger]

[Race: Wizard]

[Identity: Hogwarts Gryffindor (fire spell blessing +1%) · First grader (20 gems issued every day)]

[Enrollment date: 1991/07/27]

[Life value: 10+15 (echo bonus: 1000 false life: 142·341)]

[Magic power: 7+9]

[Luck value: 3~7]

[Family traits: True Eye (constant), Red Dragon Blood (to be ignited), Plant Affinity (awakening), Potion Mastery (awakening)]

This [True Eye] is the embodiment of the ability to see through the truth.

The eye here does not refer to the eyes, but to the overall perception of vision, hearing, touch, taste, smell, etc.

His perception, or insight, was enhanced by 10%, and his ability to discern lies was also enhanced in a specialized way.

He could tell through a telescope whether a man speaking a mile away was telling the truth.

He could lick the sweat of a person speaking and sniff the fragrance to determine whether he was lying.

He could also judge the sincerity of a person's words by simply touching less than an inch of his skin.

Compared to this, sensing Voldemort's attention was nothing special.

Unfortunately, however, one thing was different from what Basil had imagined.

He did have a second bar of 'magic' that exuded a rational aura and was as clear as crystal.

It also overlapped with the original 'magic' that was filled with majesty and passion.

But they only coexisted in concept.

The 'magic' flowing in his body did not double with the appearance of the second [Wand Appearance] component.

Apart from an extra talent and some special abilities, there were no other changes.

The so-called true injury is not much better than a curse when dealing with ordinary wizards with weak bodies, that is, low physical defense, and no spiritual power to fill the magic magnetic field.

At most, there are more tricks.

Ordinary spells without intention can also be used as advanced spells such as evil spells.

That is, it is very useful for magical creatures with high physical defense and magic resistance, and elite wizards who master spiritual power to fill the magic magnetic field.

"The Bermuda Triangle is the most exaggerated area of ​​​​the disorder of the magic magnetic field on the entire earth. Even the Black Forest in Albania."

On the other side, at Voldemort's request, Quirrell, who was teaching with his back to the students, stiffened his body and stuck in his words.

Why did the master let me contact this little ghost?

Quirrell didn't dare to think, turned his head directly, and changed the subject abruptly.

"Mr. Granger, come to the office after class. I found the answer to your last question."

Bajir nodded.

Take the bait!

The little man in his heart waved his fist excitedly.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, Quirrell had his back to Basil.

Quirrell took off his scarf, revealing a surprisingly small bald head.

On the back of this bald head was a face.

The face was as pale as chalk, with red eyes emitting light, and two snake-like nostrils below.

Opposite him, Basil took out a worn-out diary with a black cover from his schoolbag.

At the same time, his blue eyes lost focus.

A voice sounded in the book.

Basil's mouth opened and closed with it, and the clear, clean, and textured voice now seemed particularly strange.

"Long time no see, Voldemort, my so-called subject, a shameful loser."

"Loser?" The face sneered hoarsely, "Abandoned dregs, a little kid looking forward to fatherly love, a fragment of the lowly Riddle. Who gave you the courage to mock me, the purest, inheriting the great Slytherin bloodline, and only one step away from becoming the Wizard King?"

"Wizard King?" Two sneers overlapped, "Oh? Who is under the stinky scarf? I thought it was a little punk?"

"Enough!" The face shouted, "Tell me your purpose! You must understand that you are just the most insignificant of the five guarantees (Nagini is not a Horcrux yet, and Voldemort doesn't know that Harry is a Horcrux)!"

The diary sneered: "Your 'loyal' servant - sent - me to Hogwarts. Asked me to kill the boy. In order to cover up the fact that the so-called Malfoy family is now just a toothless tiger. Tell other families that even if Malfoy lost his seat on the board of directors of Hogwarts and had several stores seized, he is still not easy to mess with."

The red eyes of that face were tightly narrowed, and it was hard to tell whether it was happy or sad: "Send 'me'? It seems that they really don't think I will make a comeback?"

The face began to ask and answer itself. The diary also remained silent at the same time.

And "they" refers to all the Death Eaters, including Malfoy, who slipped back to his enemies after his failure and said that they were innocent, unaware, and under the Imperius Curse.

"Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Haven't they witnessed me prove my unlimited potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

"I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they are now loyal to someone else... Maybe it is the leader of the low-lifes, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

"But obviously not, they are not afraid of Dumbledore. They just believe that I can't make a comeback!"

Quirrell, who was controlled by the face, and Bagel, who was 'controlled' by the diary, both began to tremble at the same time because they were angry.

"Master, calm down!" Quirrell begged for mercy again and again.

"Shut up!" X3

The face then continued, "So, I think. In addition to my friends who are suffering in Azkaban. Other traitors who claim to be my servants need to pay a heavy price. The Death Eater tree has too many rotten branches and leaves. They need to be pruned."

He turned his head and looked at the diary.

It seemed to be meaningful.

"So we also need to add fresh blood. The boy you possessed is one of them."

The diary, along with the "controlled" boy, raised his head, "This is also a servant I value. In fact, I came to you. I hope you can find a way to send me out. A truly safe channel. Don't be as rough as Lucius Malfoy-suppress me with a cover woven with unicorn tail hair, and throw me into the arms of this boy through an owl."

"Safe? Hogwarts is the safest place. If you want to be safe, you should stay away from me." The face said this first, and then pointed the alder wand to the other side of his head.

A flash of red light passed, and Quirrell lost consciousness.

Thanks to Tilt 45 Degrees and Moon in the Clouds for their monthly tickets, and other classmates for their recommendations and follow-up reading!