Chapter 20 Voldemort, You Actually Seduced Me, You Are so Despicable

"I'm sorry, Gretel, I took advantage of you." Flitwick's face was full of apology. "Albus and I discussed privately a long time ago, saying that we should find a suitable opportunity to test Quirrell.

After all, his performance was too strange. We also learned about Quirinus Quirrell's deeds after graduation, otherwise he would not have been hired.

He shouldn't behave like this.

At least, it shouldn't be so difficult for him to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

You should have read the records in "Ancient History of Magic". Many ancient spells that are classified as black magic, although powerful, will cause irreversible damage to the caster.

So we suspect that Quirrell may be in this situation.

But privately After more than a month of investigation, we didn't find any clues.

Fortunately, you are here. Just now, the moment the office door opened, I smelled the disgusting smell of black magic.

But it disappeared in an instant, just like the day of the sorting ceremony, appearing suddenly and disappearing suddenly.

If I hadn't met Quirrell face to face, I might even think it was an illusion, so for your safety, you must not contact Quirrell alone.

I suspect that he may have learned about your talent and wanted to use you as a sacrifice for the black magic spell. "

Grete also silently apologized in his heart, "Sorry, professor, I used you as a firefighter. "

As for Flitwick's worries, Grete didn't care much.

Although he didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do, he knew that he would never be the sacrifice Voldemort needed.

His only worry was that Voldemort thought Quirrell was not useful, and forced him to parasitize on him, giving him a noseless bald face tattoo on the back of his head.

Even without Flitwick's warning, he would not have met Quirrell in private. Why did he avoid the savior Harry?

Of course, it was to avoid trouble. Who was the trouble?

The biggest trouble was of course the big melon on Quirrell's back of the head.

He was out of his mind to get close to Quirrell. He didn't even have time to hide. If possible, he even wanted to skip the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But no, Quirrell always called the roll in class. This was the only thing he had done like a professor.

After saying goodbye to Flitwick, Gretel went straight back to the tower.

This behavior even shocked all the Ravenclaws who were dominated by the king of rolls.

After all, the genius Gretel was the representative of being smarter and harder than you. He would stay in the library regardless of rain or shine as long as he didn't have classes.

However, Merlin, Gretel actually returned to the lounge early.

Many people came up and asked Gretel if he was feeling unwell and whether they needed to go to the infirmary to find Madam Pomfrey for help.

Some people even rolled up their sleeves and planned to carry Gretel to receive treatment.

Gret declined the good intentions of the little eagles and crawled into bed.

To be honest, he was really scared today. When Voldemort called him, he felt that at least half of his brain cells died.

The other half died from Professor Flitwick's heroic act of hitting him on the back of the head.

He didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

——

Early in the morning, Gret got up sleepily, his eyes were dark.

He had a nightmare all night, in which his whole body was covered with faces without noses, and those faces kept repeating, "McGret, you can't escape."

"Oh, it's really unlucky." Gret spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth unhappily.

He thought in his heart that if he pretended to have a talent for divination, revealed Voldemort's identity to Dumbledore, and let Dumbledore drive Voldemort away, there was a chance that he would not be held accountable by the noseless senior afterwards.

After thinking for a long time, he gave up the idea.

Gretel still felt that Dumbledore probably knew that Voldemort was parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, otherwise there was no way to explain why he brought the Philosopher's Stone into Hogwarts.

The information that Trelawney divined with Voldemort's special divination artifact must be only insignificant fragments.

The more important information must have been hidden by Dumbledore, the White Devil.

So Gretel made a bold assumption that Dumbledore knew Voldemort's current state.

So what would Dumbledore do if he could control him at will?

The first step was to hide and create the illusion that he was often not in school. Otherwise, if he was guarding the Philosopher's Stone, he would not be in this state. Even if he had a hundred more courage, he would not dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

The second step was to observe Quirrell's movements and wait for the fish to take the bait.

The third step was to take advantage of this opportunity to improve the savior training plan.

After connecting all the information, Gretel understood that Dumbledore was now a sixth-rate player.

Even if he confessed to Dumbledore, he would not get what he wanted, Dumbledore drunkenly beating Voldemort.

What is more likely to happen is that Albus recruited Gretel, and the Saviors welcomed a new member.

Think about the Death Eaters who came like a dark cloud after joining the Saviors.

Gretel just wanted to say, Dumbledore, you pay for my boat ticket, I won't be a wizard anymore.

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Gretel, who thought he had guessed everything, felt like a clown and was depressed all day on Wednesday.

Even in the evening astronomy class, he didn't recover.

Therefore, he received a small note from the Savior and Little Bucktooth to show his concern.

"Don't pass small notes in class." The two who received the reply looked at each other.

But looking at Gretel, who was eager to file a complaint, the two decisively withdrew the note and prepared to send it again.

——

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class again. When Gretel saw the look in Quirrell's eyes, he was shocked.

If Voldemort could read minds, he would definitely read the following information from Gretel's heart.

"Dear Senior Tom, your obsession is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position that you did not apply for. I understand this and I sympathize with you.

But is it a bit too much for you to use black magic to teach other people's bodies in such a grand manner?

Professor Flitwick obviously just came to visit you. Have you always been so brave?

Are you so confident that no professor will suddenly come to visit you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Well, indeed not. At this point, all teachers should be spinning.

But, by the way, what do you like about me? Can’t I change it? "

Of course, Voldemort couldn't read, nor could he read Gretel's thoughts.

Therefore, he used Quirrell's body to gracefully start his lecture.

“In the last class, we talked about obstacles. After class, I thought about it and it wasn’t that appropriate.

So in this lesson, we temporarily forget the content of the previous lesson and prioritize learning the magic spells and armor to protect ourselves. "

Judging from the teaching content and teaching rhythm, Voldemort is obviously more suitable for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts than Quirrell.

This kind of smooth teaching, without risking baldness to make lesson plans after class, Gretel firmly did not believe it.

"Well, after just demonstrating the armor protection that is now the most widely circulated in the magic world, let's take a look at the armor protection Kai that I modified in configuration.

Compared with the original armor protection, I added a speed module to the configuration, which can help us dodge spells that cannot be resisted faster, such as the Unforgivable Curse. "

Gretel clearly saw Voldemort glance towards him several times when he was talking about the configuration.

"The original magic configuration of the armor body is plate-shaped. We can slightly modify the nodes on the edge of the configuration, like this."

In order to demonstrate more detail, Voldemort even thoughtfully projected it in the air.

"Then after bending, due to the formation of an arc, there will be an extra gap between the original nodes. Then the basic speed configuration will be deformed to a certain extent, which can be perfectly integrated into the armor protection..."

Gretel certainly knew that Voldemort was tempting him, because what Voldemort was talking about happened to be the magic configuration and modifications that he had been studying since he came into contact with magic.

The other first-year wizards couldn't understand it at all.

He stubbornly refused, but his eyes were deeply sunk in, unable to pull away.

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small theater

Gretel: Dumbledore, you are so sinister.

Dumbledore: Little Gretel, you are really good at figuring things out.

Gretel: You must have known everything from Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

Dumbledore: If the prophecy was so powerful, I would have found all the Horcruxes and given them to him. Why would I have to wait until the final battle?

Gretel: Huh? Is everything just made up in my head?

Dumbledore: Otherwise.

He walked away with his hands behind his back, muttering in his mouth: What's wrong with young people nowadays? Why are there so many twists and turns in their minds? I just feel that I can control Tom now with both hands.

Gretel: Principal, I don’t believe it.

Voldemort (comes out): Yes, Gretel, he is just lying to you. He has always been so sinister, otherwise he would not have the nickname of the White Devil. You should just hang out with me. My boss and your second dick will be mine. Yes, just...

Dumbledore (Apparition): Avada~