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Chapter 282 The frustrated Voldemort
Quirrell sprinted through the silent corridors of Hogwarts, avoiding enchanted portraits along the way.

He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands, while carefully avoiding his turban.

Low scolding sounds kept coming from the turban. Professor Quirrell could only beg for mercy in a low voice and did not dare to refute.

"Have you figured out why little Malfoy is unconscious?"

"Yes, Master." Professor Quirrell puffed out his chest and said confidently: "He happened to bump into the mysterious intruder and was knocked unconscious."

"Huh, you're not hopelessly stupid."

"Yes, Master." Professor Quirrell smiled, and his face turned a little pale. "Master, I can't support it anymore. Can you take a break for a while?"

"Useless trash." The parasite behind Quirrell's head muttered dissatisfiedly again, "Find that magic stone as soon as possible, I really don't want to stay in your body any longer!"

"I understand, I understand." Professor Quirrell nodded quickly.

After a while, his master made no more noise, and Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned against the wall of the corridor, almost crying.

When he was young, he had to find some first-hand practical materials, which led to him being parasitized by the original Dark Lord, a mysterious man whose name the wizarding world dared not mention, a terrible dark wizard whose real name was Voldemort.

Now his life and magic power have been reduced by nearly one-third compared to his peak.

If Quirrell doesn't find the Philosopher's Stone, he may not survive this school year.

Quirrell was dazed for a while, then rubbed his stiff face.

Life has to go on. If he can find the Philosopher's Stone at the end of the year, and think about it on the bright side, can he become the hero of resurrecting Voldemort?

By then, maybe Quirrell's surname will be among the pure-blood family surnames.

Quirrell was mentally comforting himself when he suddenly felt his shoulders tighten, and his whole body was dragged into a dark corridor by a huge force.

"Quirinus Quirrell." Russell's clone pinched Quirrell's shoulders and knocked off his turban with a wave of his hand, "And Voldemort, hello you guys."

"I am the mysterious intruder you call, you can call me Russell."

"I just heard that you are trying to frame me. I think you are doing something wrong, so I want to correct you two."

Just as Quirrell was about to raise his right hand, Russell already pointed at the two large acupoints, Zhongfu and Yunmen, an inch below his shoulder.

pat.

Quirrell's right arm instantly lost consciousness, and the wand he was holding fell directly to the ground.

He wanted to cast a silent spell again, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted to Russell's eyes.

Quirrell seemed to see the infinite starry sky, and he had forgotten all the spells and stuff.

"Mr. Voldemort." Russell turned around Quirrell, who looked like a fool, and his eyes fell on the ugly face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, suddenly opened his eyes, and his pale face seemed to have two extremely dark caves.

In the deep cave, two pale green lights swayed, and waves of invisible fluctuations impacted Russell's body.

"Are you using the Imperius Curse? Mr. Voldemort." Russell felt his eyes were a little itchy. After blinking, he could ask calmly:

"Professor Quirrell's life and magic power are declining sharply. I advise you to stop such unnecessary actions."

The green light in Voldemort's eyes disappeared, replaced by a pair of pale pupils.

These pupils were like dead fish, and it seemed that the stench of countless rotting flesh and bones could be seen from inside.

"who are you?"

"I am a good student, Mr. Voldemort." Russell replied with a smile.

?

Although Voldemort didn't understand what Russell meant, he could hear the teasing and disdain in the other person's tone.

He wanted to use the spell again, but the host didn't have enough magic power to provide him with it.

"Trash." Voldemort cursed in a low voice, then looked directly at Russell and said pitifully:
"Russell, what do you want?"

clever!

Russell looked at Voldemort's bald head with admiration.

This big brain didn't grow in vain. Not only did he understand his situation at once, he was also able to analyze the reason why he didn't kill him.

It seems that Voldemort is far less mentally retarded than when he was in great power.

Well done, well done, congratulations.

"I want all the magic you know, Mr. Voldemort." Russell stated his purpose straightforwardly. After speaking, he looked at Voldemort, waiting for his answer.

Voldemort endured the other party's rude gaze and looked Russell up and down.

Wearing a black wizard robe and an oriental face, he seemed to have no special talents.

But judging from Russell's magical skills in easily subduing Quirrell and resisting the Imperius Curse, he could tell that the strength of such a person should not be underestimated.

Not to mention that he was an intruder that Dumbledore was extremely afraid of.

Hogwarts was suspended for more than ten days because of him!
Only when he led the Death Eaters to suppress the entire wizarding world, Dumbledore gave him such treatment.

And this man named Russell can make the entire Hogwarts panic all day long with just one person. As if he thought of something, Voldemort suddenly grinned an ugly smile and said slowly: "I think we can cooperate, Mr. Russell."

"I will give you black magic and even infinite knowledge of witchcraft."

Voldemort stopped. He felt that he could negotiate, and the price he gave was high.

Russell looked at him strangely.

The assessment just now that he was not mentally retarded was indeed premature.

Only out of politeness during their first meeting, Russell wanted to obtain the knowledge in Voldemort's mind without any bloodshed.

Could it be that if the Imperius Curse is used to control him, this knowledge will fly away?

madness.

Voldemort suddenly felt that something was wrong with Russell's silence, but without the supply of magic power, he had no room to resist.

He could only watch as Russell's hands covered his head.

"The soul leaves the body."

Russell raised his hand expressionlessly, and Voldemort's face, which was covering the back of Quirrell's head, twisted together.

The flesh and blood attached to the host's body was stuck to Russell's hands, and then turned into a thin and transparent "mask", which was torn off directly by Russell.

What's even weirder is that after Voldemort's face was torn off, a translucent blue figure was also torn out.

puff.

Professor Quirrell's lifeless body fell to the ground, with some strange joy remaining in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at the light in the corridor not far away.

A quarter of an hour later, Russell frowned.

Voldemort's knowledge of the dark arts was obtained, but not completely obtained.

The knowledge retained by his remnant soul is only ten times more than that of Quirrell's soul, which is not in line with Voldemort's worth.

It seems that Voldemort's Horcrux is not as perfect as the Otsutsuki clan's 'wedge'.

The incomparable knowledge of black magic was torn into pieces because of the Horcrux. Russell shook the distorted Voldemort mask and sighed helplessly.

He thought for a moment and then patted Voldemort's soul on Quirrell's body.

Quirrell, who had lost his life, "alive" again!

However, Quirrell's eyes were very different from before. They were sinister and vicious, like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark. They were no longer as clear and innocent as before.

"Mr. Voldemort, as a reward for the knowledge you gave me, I will give you a body."

Russell smiled and then said: "I hope you will cause more trouble for Dumbledore and ask him not to disturb me reading in the library."

"Of course, with your intelligence, you should have discovered some of the little things I added to your soul."

Russell looked at 'Qi Luo's' increasingly ugly expression and passed him by indifferently.

"It's not a scary device, I just want to make you feel kind."

'Qi Luo' turned his head suddenly, only to find that Russell was nowhere to be seen.

"Shit, bastard, I'm going to fuck you -" Quirrell started yelling.

As soon as he said a few words, Russell reappeared in front of Quirrell, with his index finger on his lips, "Mr. Quirrell, please don't use bad words."

"Also, don't forget to cause trouble for Dumbledore, I will watch you." Russell pointed to his eyes, then to Quirrell, and then disappeared again.

Quirrell kept his mouth open for dozens of seconds.

His eyes fluctuated violently, and the anger almost ignited his pupils.

The majestic Dark Lord, even if he was knocked down by a baby, even if he was reduced to a parasite on a useless body, had he ever been threatened by others?
This kind of grievance is worse than Dumbledore defeating him!

Quirrell's anger arose from his heart, and his evil was born from his courage.

He picked up the wand and prepared to kill one person at a time. At worst, he would die, since there were other Horcruxes anyway.

Quirrell sneered and walked towards the student classroom, and happened to meet George and Fred who were skipping class.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the two panicked students.

Avada Kedavra!
Quirrell opened his mouth, but strangely no sound came out, and his own magic power did not fluctuate.

"Sorry, Professor, thank you for not deducting points from our college! That's so kind of you!" George and Fred bowed to him with a look of joy on their faces, then turned around and ran away.

Quirrell stayed where he was.

It didn't matter that he couldn't release the curse just now, but when he heard the thanks from the two students, he felt a damn sense of relief in his heart!
Quirrell leaned against the wall in despair, his eyes empty.

What's the point of being a wizard if you can't cast the Killing Curse?
However, when he began to think about the meaning of life, Dumbledore's annoying voice appeared in his mind.

Quirrell slapped himself in the face, and Dumbledore's image became clearer.

what! ! !
Even if I die, I won't do what you want, Russell! !

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)