You have to cosplay even if you die!

This year, many things have happened in Hogwarts, such as the entrance of the savior, the invasion of the campus by trolls, the collapse of the walls and the sudden appearance of strangers in Hogwarts. It seems that it is not worth mentioning.

Sometimes senior wizards can't help but wonder, is it a special day this year?

Of course, in the next six years, they will still have a good understanding of what is called the halo of the protagonist.

However, Voldemort possessing the back of Quirrell's bald head is not just inexplicably indifferent. The admission of the savior Harry Potter is the opportunity he is waiting for, and the invasion of trolls is a conspiracy created by him. Wanting to sneak attack on the so-called savior but failed made him feel extremely irritated, and the appearance of himself in that class when he was young made the demon king who was so downcast that only his soul was left faintly horrified in his rage.

Of course he knew what the black diary was. The diary that was placed with Lucius... Huh, dare to send the things he entrusted to the school so casually, it seems that the Malfoy family really wanted him to read it. what.

The more gloomy Voldemort tortured Quirrell, the more vivid Quirrell's thoughts in his heart became... It was not just the cunning Lucius Malfoy who was thinking of him!

The shadow of the young man flashed across Quirrell's eyes, "My great king... I think the moment is right in front of us. A few days ago, Dumbledore asked all our professors for a checkpoint to guard an object. , that must be used to protect the Philosopher’s Stone! I think it’s better to draw the bottom line and steal the Philosopher’s Stone directly before the level is set up!”

"Idiot... Dumbledore should have been suspicious of you a long time ago - I want you to get the black diary tomorrow. As for you want to try the level, I will leave it to you to choose the opportunity to do it yourself." Voldemort's hoarse voice came from behind, chilling, "But if you fail...you know the consequences."

Quirrell bowed his head and flinched, turned silently and picked up the scarf hanging on the chair beside him, and wrapped it back with gentle strength.

When Voldemort's consciousness gradually fell into a deep rest, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky, and came to the door.

There are many opportunities for him to do it these two days. After all, it is a holiday, and the professor can naturally rest along with the students.The chairs of professors are half empty, and it is only natural to choose to go home to spend with family members on this Christmas Eve.

Quirrell, who originally wanted to choose to find out tomorrow, moved his eyes and turned his hand on the doorknob. Then he came to the desk and wrote a note to the effect that he would leave Hogwarts this Christmas. .

The little silver animal took a note and went to the principal's office around the corner, and he also walked to the room on the third floor.

"Christmas gift?" Harry walked with Peter down the corridor of the common room, about to leave the tower and walk towards the school hall.

Peter nodded, and said casually, "I just want to know in advance, it's okay not to say anything."

Harry hesitated, then stopped.

In front of the sofa in the common room, a green pine tree was erected long before Christmas. The pine tree stood upright and echoed the beating fire in the stove, and the beautiful decorations on the tree were their Played around yesterday and finished the decoration, the stars that he put up on the top are still shining and reflecting beautiful brilliance.

"According to several senior Weasleys, the Christmas gifts sent by the elders in the family will be placed under the Christmas tree outside, and everyone will find their own. The greeting cards sent to each other by the classmates are sent by the elves. respective bedrooms."

"It's just a greeting card?" Harry, who had no friends to exchange gifts and had hardly received any gifts, was relieved, and at the same time, he suddenly had strong expectations for tomorrow morning.

Peter scratched his head, not quite sure: "Friends who are more acquainted still have their own gifts?"

Harry didn't know why, but he thought of Peter sneaking around every night, constantly casting magic on the curtained bed.

He seemed to have seen Peter delivering a package to the Owl Tower this morning?

The sound from the empty corridor was melodious and long, and the wooden door half concealed the dark color inside, which seemed extremely attractive.

The sudden barking of dogs in the quiet space startled the two of them. Harry settled down and looked in that direction, while Peter felt his heart beating, and immediately sensed a faint alarm in his heart, reminding him that something was wrong. Bad things are happening.

Peter walked to the door, lowered his head and noticed the footprints on the ground that spread into the back of the door, "It looks like it was left after stepping on the snow through the courtyard? That person definitely didn't go far... Who entered at this time Passed the restricted area on the third floor?"

"Looking at the size of the shoe print, it might be the professor?" Harry hesitated, "The restricted area is for us, but the professor can always go in, right?"

"What needs to be confirmed now?" This matter seems reasonable at first glance, but Peter can't be fooled. He curled his lips and heard the melodious bell ringing from outside the castle, "The Christmas feast is about to begin, and many professors are I asked for leave and went back, and even if I have to confirm today, wouldn’t it be better if the students rested at night? Maybe I can catch a few students who go out at night.”

Harry looked at Peter helplessly, indeed Peter was a good student and had never been pushed by the Weasley brothers to violate school rules.

Or, did he subconsciously remove himself from the students restricted by school rules?

"Someone is coming out."

The figure that clearly caught the two people's eyes in the panic happened to be Professor Quirrell's. The hem of the purple robe was dragged behind him, and the familiar smell enveloped them in the panic, making the two little boys cringe. frowned.

Of course, Quirrell didn't expect that his action would be so fast, and he encountered a lot of trouble in the first step: the stupid gamekeeper had an equally stupid dog, and the huge size suppressed the door that was obviously the entrance, damn it The dog kept barking when it saw him, and it scratched the hem of his clothes...

Of course he didn't know that Hagrid had given orders to his three-headed dog a long time ago. Even if Hagrid wanted to pass through this door, without special clearance skills, his pet dog would not let him go privately. .

"Oh, yes, it's Potter, Mr. T, and..."

"Parker." Peter reminded, rolled his eyes, and pulled Harry up as if he had just met Quirrell on the road. After saying hello, he continued to go where he originally planned to go.

Harry couldn't help turning around after passing Quirrell, then suppressed his exclamation, and gestured to Peter with his forehead—yes, it wasn't Professor Snape!It's him!It was he who caused his scar to keep hurting!

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, and was guilty of straightening the turban, but found that there was a strong force coming from the back of his head, and he could hardly resist it!

When he couldn't hold on to the hood and suddenly let go of his hand and turned around, he saw the faceless Gryffindor boy who just passed by him, with a translucent white filament attached to his wrist, and that burst of force It is transmitted on the filament.

If someone wanted to magically remove his hood, needless to say Voldemort was still lurking on the back of his head, even Quirrell himself was a good magician, and he would definitely notice it before the other party succeeded.

However, Peter's spider silk doesn't have the slightest magical breath. When he was Spider-Man, the spider silk was slender, flexible and fast. The two found out.

As for strength?Maybe Peter looks like a young boy, but if you compare strength, maybe even Steve can't do anything about him!

Voldemort, who was hiding in the back of Quirrell's head, saw the light unexpectedly, and felt that his soul was about to burn under the astonished gaze of the two little boys. The potential exposure made him furious, "Quirrell——"

Quirrell's heart sank, and he didn't respond to the devil's question immediately. Instead, he quickly looked around without the portrait, and after the ghost was watching, his face loosened and he became a little obsequious.

"Please rest assured, my lord, I will take care of this matter." Even though he felt that there was something wrong with the boy in front of him, Quirrell gradually became fiercer, and his eyes became no longer kind when he picked up his wand.And Peter and Harry looked at each other, and they couldn't help taking a step back when they heard his stammering words.

Peter took a few steps to the side of the corridor, giving Quirrell the illusion that he was about to run away, "That guy at the back of the head is Voldemort?"

"!" Qi Luo's attention was really attracted by him, he smiled half a smile, and there was a bit of sigh, "Call the king's name... You are very good, as expected, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but you If you bump into something you shouldn't see, you can only go to hell with the savior."

Harry gritted his teeth: "That's really Voldemort?!"

His eyes fixed on the back of Quirrell's head, cool in the green, no longer the usual shy and cheerful little boy.

Maybe that should be called hatred.

"Let me eradicate your biggest hidden danger for the master! Ava—asdgha... T#%&^$^U"

Just when he pointed his wand at the two of them and said a spell, the green light on the tip of Quirrell's wand was already flickering, but the next moment the densely entangled spider silk attached him directly with a burst of force It hit the historic wall of the castle.

The back of his head hit the hard and cool stone brick with great precision, perhaps because there was something on it, Quirrell didn't faint all of a sudden?

Peter tilted his head to look, raised his wrist again, and sealed his mouth to be happy.

Turning around to look at Harry, the little boy didn't realize what had happened in just a few seconds. He and Quirrell, who was still struggling on the wall, stared at each other with big eyes, and it took a long time to walk to Peter quietly. side.

"This time... Voldemort's nose will be knocked off, right?"

Peter first laughed when he heard this, and then quickly joked: "I don't think he's worried about this. I just caught a glimpse of him. He's so ugly that he doesn't even have a nose!"

"..." Harry nodded speechlessly, then watched him take out a communicator.

"That's great, Peter!"

After hearing the news, the crowd surrounded Quirrell in amazement. The scarf on the back of his head had been removed long ago, and he was still tightly bound by the spider silk and put aside. With his wand confiscated, he had no ability to resist at all.

At this time, Quirrell kept calling Voldemort in his heart, but Voldemort seemed to have been knocked out, and he didn't respond in the slightest.

Tony first slapped the place with distaste for the smell that did not dissipate, and was the farthest away, "This guy is the devil of your magic world? It seems that the safety factor here is indeed quite high, so don't worry."

"V, volt..." Ron also followed Perinoa to this "crime scene". He lay down for a long time under the eyes of everyone, but he still couldn't call Voldemort's name, and the pet mouse in his arms became restless. In the process, he still changed his words silently, "What are you going to do with the mysterious man?"

"What else can I do?" Perinoa kicked Quirrell's hood that had rolled to the side, and walked between Harry and Peter, "Principal Dumbledore will be here soon, before that Harry What do you want to ask?"

"Ask?" Harry stared at the thing that was too hideous to be called a face, and shook his head, "What is there to ask? Everything is clear, he is the enemy who killed my parents, everyone all know."

"Uh..." Peter rubbed his head and changed the subject, "Then your parents always had friends when they were at Hogwarts, right? Maybe you can ask them about your parents?"

Harry's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of this method?

The children who were eagerly discussing didn't notice it at all. Several adults around him looked at him one after another, sizing him up with a mixture of relief and appreciation.

Steve nodded, seeing clearly what he loves and what he hates, and he can afford to let it go. The child's future is very clear. Even without the title of savior, he will definitely have a bright life.

Perinoa looked down at the noseless face, trying to see through the rotting skin on the outside to see exactly what kind of two souls were inside.

The part of the soul belonging to Quirrell is still struggling, dyed half white and half dark tones vividly.And the other soul was a little bit missing and a little bit broken, and it didn't have a complete appearance at all, which made Perinoa startled.

However, the violent activity of no less than another soul made her understand something very quickly.

"Voldemort is playing dead!" Perinoa exclaimed, and almost at the same time she said this, Quirrell, who knew that he had been exposed as a carrier, twitched violently, and soon his face appeared Terrified look.

As Quirrell lost consciousness, the face in the back of his head opened its eyes again.

But even Voldemort couldn't get rid of Peter's spider thread.The body that was temporarily controlled turned into his shackles instead.

Voldemort was just about to say some standard villain-style words with his hoarse voice, Peter looked at the mouth on the back of his head that hadn't been wound, and added another spider thread.

"I can understand that he temporarily occupied this person's body?" Banner guessed, poking Quirrell's soft and uncontrollable thigh, "Obviously the interface does not match, and the control is not so smooth."

Tony became interested, and also squatted there, "It makes sense, so this is the reason why he can't change his body at will... I'm still wondering how he got on top of this guy, it seems Voldemort's There must have been an accident with the main body, causing him to be possessed only by other people."

Perinoa put one hand on the shoulder of "Quirrell", and casually comforted, "Wait, don't move, let me see..." Her gaze came inexplicably, even for Voldemort who only had his soul left. I was stunned for a while, "It's been a long time since I saw you, woc, he became like this, because he divided his soul into six parts, and then added his "master" soul to make a total of seven parts?! He thought he was There are seven dwarfs?!"

If Voldemort could still jump, he would have jumped long ago. His biggest secret was revealed, and he was suppressed by a coercive force in this useless body...

"Shouldn't it be pizza?" Peter raised his hand, feeling that the example Parinoa gave was not vivid enough.

"Don't slander other people's pizza, I really miss the pizza delivery downstairs in Stark Tower..."

"Oh, that one tastes good. I like big seafood and double cheese." Tony also interjected, the way everyone didn't take Voldemort to heart made him almost smoke from the sky.

Everything seemed to come to an end on this snowy night. Headmaster Dumbledore, who had been staring at the two crystal balls in the office for a long time, stared at them for a long time, and then dropped his hand, just like an ordinary old man, who missed what was reflected in them. The crystal ball on the screen shattered.

He didn't care, because the new language crystal ball had replaced the old one, and it was sitting neatly on the shelf.

In another picture of the crystal ball, Voldemort, who was struggling in his body like a trapped animal, really had a Jedi counterattack, emitting red light and trying to escape from the castle, but under Harry's push, together with Qi Together, Luo's body turned into a burst of fly ash.

Suddenly he opened his mouth to this empty office where only the sound of the hourglass passing by on the office desk could be heard.

"The law of future time does not work on wizards. Time is also a kind of magic. This is really the best result."

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