[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

"It's... I can see you here, I... I'm so... so happy!" He said stumblingly, "You, you don't know... How famous you are, ha... the savior of the magic world, the savior Right?"

He laughed nervously, one eye twitching slightly: "Seeing you, I... I'm really very happy, I, I heard that you are entering this year... this year, so, so I came here specially After a few laps...unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I was able to meet you, Bo, Potter!"

As he approached, there was a strange smell, which made people wonder whether there were some broken garlic hidden in this man's purple turban... Even if he approached him to talk to him, he still kept his head down , his eyes flickered, as if he was always on guard against some sudden danger.

Although the soul fragments left by Voldemort on his forehead have been completely wiped out, Su Xuan, who has not eliminated the lightning scar on his forehead, is not surprised that he was recognized as the "savior". He just blinked, showing a gentle and shy face. With a shy smile: "Hello, sir, who are you?"

This strange man reacted in a panic, because he wanted to show excitement, he even forgot to introduce himself for a while: "Quirinus Quirrell, my name, and at the same time, I, I am also... Hogwarts This year's...professor."

"Def-defense against black, black, black magic." He said vaguely, as if he didn't seem to be very willing to mention it: "Of, of course, Mr. Bo, Mr. Potter, you, you probably, don't need to learn, Have you learned? Ha, ha ha!"

Su Xuan watched him stuttering incoherently in front of him in a somewhat speechless manner. Quirrell began to explain to Su Xuan the unpleasant smell on his body, saying that he once traveled to the dark forest, where he met several Vampires and witches, had to take some precautions.

Although he doesn't mind chatting casually with Quirrell, who is possessed by Voldemort's master soul, and listening to his boastful talk, after all, it is not a boring thing to watch others try to hide and do some funny actions in front of him ...But this time he came to buy the necessary supplies for Hogwarts admission. He heard from Snape that the purchase of those magic items and books can be handed over to him, but this does not mean that he can have too much time Come to tease Quirrell, if Snape, who has reincarnation memories, finds him, will he be bombed?

So he said his farewell with the utmost politeness and left.

After he was gone, Quirrell stood there alone.

He didn't open his mouth to speak, but a sharp voice suddenly came out from him, and the voice scolded in a low voice. "Idiot, what are you still doing here?"

Hearing this voice, his body began to tremble greatly, his face was pale and frightened, he trembled like a mole that dared not see the light, "I'm sorry, master, I just thought..."

He let out a short breath, as if shivering after being frightened.

"What do you think? You think he will let you launch the Dark Mark on the spot?" A cold and elegant voice came.

At this time, Quirrell had already returned to the rented room in the hotel. When he heard this sentence, he knelt down in fright: "Master, master..."

But it was clear that the elegant words also came from his own body.

"Perhaps what he's worried about is that he'll be ordered to hit Harry Potter directly on the streets of Diagon Alley." Another boyish voice, obviously much younger, said casually.

The purple scarf around Quirrell's head fell off automatically, and his bare|exposed head looked surprisingly small at first glance.The hideous and terrifying face on the back of his head was pale and pale like lime, with a cruel light in the red eyeballs, and the nose below had long and slender nostrils like snakes.

"Shut up!" the face contorted, and he screamed in a high-pitched voice: "Diary! Crown!"

"Damn! Damn the magic net!" He cursed sharply: "It can actually connect your thoughts with mine!"

"There's nothing wrong with that." A cold and arrogant voice taunted: "At least I see you reduced to such a miserable appearance, and I can laugh at you as much as I want!"

"Don't say that, locket." The boy's voice lazily explained, but his next words pierced Voldemort's heart more easily than sarcasm: "After all, that net is to bind the seven of us. Being the same person is much better than the ruthless abandonment of the main soul back then... I thought I would stay alone in the diary forever~"

"I don't need, I don't need anything that can make me weak." Voldemort said hoarsely: "Those false expectations, absurd emotions... are all obstacles that prevent me from becoming stronger. Come, I can truly fly away from death!"

"RT!" He laughed wildly.

"So you have been hiding in the forests of Albania for ten years, using your last bit of power to possess animals, especially all kinds of snakes... This is also the test you must go through before you succeed?" Another one The mature and magnetic voice slowly said, he is Hufflepuff's golden cup.

Voldemort choked.

"Hiss... voldy... hiss..." A snake-like voice sounded coquettishly.

"Nagini?" The diary said coldly: "You made Nagini into a Horcrux too? After all the dead things, you still want to do something on the living things?"

But soon he laughed sarcastically: "Ha, look at his current appearance, maybe when you made this last Horcrux, you didn't have much soul left, and even fewer were split, so you were unexpectedly That little girl Nagini has made her what she is now!"

"So what?" Voldemort said coldly, "Even if all I have left is my shadow and steam, and I can only have form when I share the same body with others, there will always be someone willing to open their minds and spirits to me." In your heart, and you... you should stay in the place I chose for you obediently, and watch me gain eternal life!"

Quirrell lay on the ground, not even daring to raise his head, but his trembling body could not restrain the panic and deep-seated fear in his heart when he listened to the conversation of the "masters"... Even at this moment when he heard Voldemort mentioning He, a follower who is "willing to open mind and body", can only show a look of great honor and awe.

It is estimated that he is the only one in the history of the wizarding world who faced seven "Voldemorts" at the same time!

Oh, and the "forgotten" time traveler Neville Longbottom... I just don't know if he has noticed this?

"Hehe." The diary laughed lightly. He avoided Voldemort's sharp edge, and changed the subject in a very natural and smooth tone: "What about you? What do you think, the resurrection stone ring?"

"...that boy, that boy named Harry Potter..." The Resurrection Stone ignored all their speeches, and he just whispered in an unpopular, extremely cold voice: "That boy... ..."

"What's wrong with him?" Diary asked with great interest, and the clear voice was full of interest.

But the resurrection stone suddenly fell silent.He seemed to have left suddenly, allowing the diary to keep asking without saying a word.

On the other side, Su Xuan, who bid farewell to Quirinus Quirrell who was combined with the seven enhanced versions of "Voldemort", walked into a shop with the signboard saying "Mrs. Malkin's Robe Specialty". It is located next door to "Lihen Bookstore". A pair of scissors is lying on the top of the door, and several beautiful pullovers and robes can be seen in the transparent glass window. The witch pinned a black robe on a pale, thin young man.

"Are you going to buy a Hogwarts uniform too? My dear?" Madam Malkin said with a smile on her face, "Please wait a moment."

She made the new boy stand on a low stool on the other side, put a robe on him, and pinned his length.

"Hello," the boy greeted with some hesitation. Although he spoke first, he seemed more nervous than the accosted Su Xuan: "Are you also a freshman at Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Su Xuan retracted his gaze and said casually.

"My dad bought school books for me in the bookstore, and my mom went to the street to find a magic wand for me, but what I want more is a broomstick, you..." Do you have your own broomstick?Draco finished slowly, with an aristocratic tone that was very suitable for his age. He originally wanted to add such a question, but because he had never measured it in Madam Malkin's shop before. I met this black-haired boy when I was new to the robes, so he was a little timid because he was rare.

His somewhat erratic eyes fell on the scar covered by Su Xuan's forehead hair, as if struck by lightning, he swallowed, and hesitantly asked something he hadn't thought of himself: "You... ...Which academy will you go to this time?"

Su Xuan turned his head, looked at the nervous Draco quietly, and then said in a very casual tone: "Probably Slytherin, although any one is fine, but after all, it has been suggested by others... "

A faint blush appeared on Draco's pale face, he lowered his eyes, and said in a quite determined tone: "Slytherin will definitely satisfy you!"