The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

I can only say that I can probably get it out before midnight on Saturday——

It's Friday! It’s almost the weekend!

Have a happy weekend in advance orz

——Today’s short story takes Quirrell out for a walk (no)——

Wizard's Chess? his master whispered behind him, barely able to be heard by anyone else.

Yes, Master. Quirrell said, Minerva McGonagall's level is a huge chessboard with huge transformation wizard chess pieces.

You know how to play chess, right, Quilinus? Voldemort asked calmly.

Quirrell straightened his back: I-I know a little bit, Master. But McGonagall is very good at wizard chess.

Very good at it?

That's what everyone says, said Quirrell.

Well... Voldemort said softly. His voice made Quirrell feel like a snake had gotten into his clothes and slid coldly and greasyly down his back. Quirrell shivered for a while before he realized that it was his own cold sweat.

You can get this opportunity. Voldemort said, I can teach you something...some power, enough for you to break through any defense measures of Minerva McGonagall...but I don't want you to become lazy because of this. The Dark Lord has no need of useless servants.

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell felt a terrible pain. He braced himself against the wall, gasping for air, and begged: Please, Master—I will become useful—please—

Prove to me that you have indeed become useful, otherwise I'm afraid the next punishment will not be so simple. Voldemort said coldly, and slowly became quiet. Quirrell didn't dare to leave the ground and waited for a while until he confirmed that his weak master had rested.

He felt a faint sense of joy for the power that his master promised to impart to him, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Only then did he realize that his sleeve had been held in his hand and had dug out several holes.

His master was not an easy person to get along with at times, but the master was the one with the most real power among all the wizards - maybe even one of them.

Compared to a wizard like Anthony who clearly masters undead magic and still pretends to be happy and gentle all day long, Quirrell is more willing to enjoy the imaginary situation where everyone can see him and be afraid of him.

Perhaps because he was sure that his master had rested, Quirrell thought if Anthony knew that his colleague was not an ordinary dark wizard, but the person Voldemort trusted most - more powerful than the Death Eaters in Azkaban. To be trusted - what Anthony would say.

There was Anthony's voice in his mind: I must point out, Professor Quirrell, there is no need for you to worry about solving Minerva's chess game. Since you have someone stuck behind your head, you can play it anytime, anywhere. chess.