The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

One day of exams is over.

The most headache-inducing Potions class was also completed under Snape's close supervision.

Many students who usually have good grades also made mistakes under his cold eyes.

Especially Gryffindor!

If it weren't for the exam, Snape would definitely deduct dozens of points!

Dinner time.

All freshmen breathed a sigh of relief.

But they dare not relax, as the exam will continue tomorrow.

Countless little wizards holding textbooks formed a strange landscape.

Especially around Argus, the most people gathered!

One day of exams made them completely give up the idea of ​​​​muddling through, and they could only choose to cram at the last minute.

Even if they can't cram, they have to try.

After all, the Potions exam is already cold!

With Snape's temper, even if you complete it perfectly, he can only give you an A at most!

Getting an E is a blessing from your ancestors!

"Judging from the timeline, the exam week is the time for Voldemort and Harry to have their first decisive battle."

"I just don't know the exact date."

"More importantly, after Ron's snitching last time, Hagrid also has a hurdle in his heart about the two of them."

"Whether they can get the final clue from Hagrid is uncertain!"

While eating, Argus glanced at Harry and Ron quietly.

At this time, each of them held a book in their hands, and they didn't seem to continue looking for clues from Hagrid.

"It depends on how Dumbledore arranges it. With Harry's current condition, he probably doesn't have the courage to fight Voldemort like in the original book."

"But the Philosopher's Stone is indeed a good thing. If you have a chance to get it, you may try it!"

"I prepared a lot of magic items when I went home last time. In addition, Voldemort and Harry's bloody battle is over, so my condition is definitely not much better."

While thinking, Argus answered questions for the wizards around him who came to ask questions.

His notes can only guarantee passing, but there are always some people who want to pursue higher grades, and it is reasonable to ask the most famous academic bully in Hogwarts.

...

One night passed.

A new round of exams is about to begin.

Today's first exam is the most relaxing Defense Against the Dark Arts.

These students don't know Quirrell's true identity at all, they just think he is a cowardly and good-tempered person.

Especially Harry and Ron.

After Harry witnessed Snape threatening Quirrell. He firmly believed that Quirrell was the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone and the hero who secretly fought against Snape!

His affection for Quirrell grew day by day.

Ron was simpler. His affection for Professor Quirrell was only because Quirrell no longer allowed Argus to go to his office.

When he first learned about this, he was excited for a while.

In contrast, Argus's heart was not so calm.

It will take no more than a week for Voldemort to take action in the plot. At the most critical moment, Voldemort will definitely try his best to increase his success rate!

And there are only two people in Hogwarts who may provide him with help.

One is Snape, and the other is himself!

Compared with Snape, who has never been in contact since he parasitized, he is obviously a better choice.

As the door to the examination room opened, Quirrell walked out and arranged the freshmen to enter in order in a stuttering tone.

The test papers were quickly handed out.

The questions were not difficult, and Argus had finished them in less than a third of the time.

He wanted to wait for others to hand in their papers and hand them in together to minimize contact with Quirrell.

But when he thought about the magic he would use later, he would have a one-on-one conversation with Quirrell anyway.

Then he was relieved and raised his hand openly.

"Professor Quirrell, my test paper is finished!"

There was a hissing sound of gasps from the crowd.

Voldemort did not seem to plan to show up in this exam, and Quirrell looked timid from beginning to end.

Only when he saw Argus did a trace of hatred burst out in his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, test paper!"

Argus stood up and handed the test paper over. At the moment of contact with Quirrell, he heard Quirrell quickly say something in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Tomorrow night, go to the restricted area on the third floor."

Argus did not intend to pay attention and turned to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Quirrell picking up a pen and staring at his test paper, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Quirrell showed a successful smile on his face, and continued in a very subtle voice: "Mr. Grindelwald, do you think I will threaten you with your grades?"

"No, no, no, this is too childish."

"As long as you are still in school, the people around you will always be your weaknesses!"

Damn it!

Playing this again!

Can you come up with something new!

Argus stared at Quirrell with his blue eyes, and there was an unstoppable murderous intent in his eyes.

But Quirrell seemed to have seen nothing at all, and casually drew a circle on Argus's parchment, turned around and walked towards the other freshmen.

Argus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as possible so that others would not see the clues.

He looked at Quirrell deeply and left the examination room directly.

"Damn it! I overestimated Voldemort's bottom line!"

"He keeps using the same trick! I don't have any solution!"

"You can't tie them up together for several days in a row? Even a fool can see that something is wrong!"

"Fortunately, Voldemort has only been active this year, and he will be able to stay calm for the next few years until he starts to revive during the Goblet of Fire."

"If I had known earlier, I should have gotten two pistols from the Muggle world in advance and brought them here to see how tough his head is!"

While Argus cursed Voldemort for being unethical, he was also thinking about how to proceed tomorrow night.

To be honest, what really frightened him was not the so-called three levels.

It was Voldemort!

He knew the plot well and knew that Voldemort could not get the Philosopher's Stone.

Unable to revive, Quirrell's body fell into a state of exhaustion again.

In this way, I became his backup!

I guess he sent Quirrell to ask me to go over with this idea!

"No, I have to make some preparations in advance."

"There is still one day left, and I can get a lot of things!"

"It's better to get Harry involved. I don't believe that Dumbledore would let Harry and I risk our lives together!"

After the exam was over, Argus went to Hagrid without stopping and purchased this batch of magical animal materials in advance.

I also took Hagrid's unicorn blanket and cushion.

Then I wrote to Vita Rosier, asking her to send me a bottle of Felix Felicis as soon as possible.

I found the Weasley twins and spent a lot of money to buy all the dung eggs.

Finally, I pretended to have a secret in front of Ron. When Draco asked me to go out to play, I refused on the pretext that I had something to do tonight.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the agreed time.

Soon the next night, Argus drank Felix Felicis in the dormitory.

A cool feeling rushed straight to the brain, and everything around seemed to be different.

The once obscure magic became clearer at this moment.

"Is this the feeling of Felix Felicis? It deserves to be called a lucky potion!"

With a sigh, Argus came all the way to the restricted area on the third floor.

A black-robed figure had been waiting at the door.

Although his face was still pale, the ambition and confidence in his eyes were not something that ordinary people could have.

The look he gave Argus was even more greedy.

Argus did not show any dissatisfaction.

With a smile on his face, he bowed slightly, performing a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Teacher, long time no see."