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Chapter 120 Voldemort: He Who Must Not Be Named.

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

In Knockturn Alley, a man wearing a thick turban and a bulky black robe with a hood was walking in the alley following the Death Eaters' marks left on the cobblestone road.

The man had a typical British appearance, with a pair of gray-brown eyes on either side of his high nose bone, but because of the huge turban on his head that exuded a garlic smell, he looked a bit Indian.

Just as he passed a corner, for some reason he suddenly squatted down with his head in his hands, his face full of pain: "I know, master, the seller is definitely right this time"

"Please, please, give me another chance."

His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself.

If there were any professors from Hogwarts present, they would definitely recognize this person as Professor Quirinus Quirrell, who successfully applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts half a month ago.

Theoretically speaking, after joining Hogwarts, the most powerful magic school in the UK backed by the Ministry of Magic, he is equivalent to half a civil servant. He should not appear in this place where dark wizards gather and call others "master".

Only Quirrell himself could understand the pain involved.

A few months ago, in order to apply for a high-paying and high-status position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell, who had abundant theoretical knowledge, chose to travel and increase his practical experience during the trip.

It was this decision that led him down a path of no return.

He was extremely unlucky and met the legendary Dark Lord, Voldemort, when passing through Albania. At that time, Voldemort was very weak and could only live on some small rodents.

Because of his wavering will, he was persuaded to become a member of the dark forces and a servant of Voldemort.

From then on, Voldemort lived in the back of his head, forcing Quirrell to use thick cloth and strong-smelling garlic to cover Voldemort's tracks.

However, there is a reason why the newborn Voldemort takes a fancy to Quirrell - as a professor who is about to be hired as Hogwarts, Quirrell can freely enter and exit the Forbidden Forest behind the school, and there is something there that can prolong the life of Voldemort in the Horcrux state: unicorn blood.

But the blood of the unicorn is not so easy to get. Deep in the forbidden forest, there are creatures called Centaurs who guard the unicorns. If you want to avoid their detection, you must have a special prohibited alchemical item.

And now Qi Luo received the news from the contact person and came to negotiate the price with the seller.

After a short rest, Quirrell, who had eased Voldemort's punishment, stood up on the spot and continued to follow the Death Eater's mark.

But at this moment, a sharp pain exploded from my mind again.

"Ah! Master, what happened?"

"Idiot, didn't you hear the sound?!" The slippery 'voice' sounded directly in Qi Luo's mind.

Reminded by this, Quirrell realized that a group of people had gathered in the alley ahead, and the fluctuations of magical power were constantly spreading.

Holding back the pain in his mind, Quirrell looked around the terrain and found that there was no convenient place to hide his body, so he took out his staff, cast a silent lightness spell on himself, and then nimbly climbed onto the roof of the house next door.

The buildings in both Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are not tall, only two or three stories high. In addition, due to the architectural style, there are many irregular bumps on the walls, making climbing extremely easy.

Quirrell steadied his center of gravity and hid his body on the other side of the eaves, leaving only half of his head exposed for easy observation. He slowly moved above the crowd, with a wide field of vision and a clear view of the situation.

I saw that the circle of wizards all exuded a familiar wave of black magic, and the man surrounded in the center of the crowd didn't even have a wand in his hand, and he looked to be in his early twenties.

"It's just an ordinary robbery." Voldemort's voice appeared again. He was a little irritable after not absorbing vitality for a long time: "Go quickly, complete the transaction first!"

He is the second generation Dark Lord, what kind of scenes has he not seen? "If you have the ability, you can also rob the thieves."

Quirrell nodded, pulled up his hood and was about to leave, but he saw a gust of wind blowing up the hair of the young man downstairs, revealing a very familiar face.

As the carrier of Voldemort's Horcrux, Quirrell's memories were also shared with Voldemort. However, it was Voldemort behind his head who recognized the young man's identity first.

'New professor at Hogwarts?'

Voldemort knew something about the fact that Hogwarts would be offering a new course called "Pyroxene Magic", but he had no idea of ​​the specific details and simply treated it as a side job like astrology.

"If necessary, I can lend you some of my power to save his life. This will also increase some trust and avoid exposing your identity."

But before Voldemort could finish his words, a familiar pale green energy shot out from the wand of the leading dark wizard below.

"Let's go." Voldemort felt awkward for some reason.

But no one expected that this seemingly fatal blow hit the young man's chest, but he just patted the dust off his chest as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of pale green energies exploded before the eyes of Voldemort and Quirrell.

The defensive spells cast by the dark wizards surrounding the young man were instantly destroyed, and the green light with extreme deathly intent hit everyone present below.

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After a long while, until the young man's figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley, the sound of Qi Luo swallowing his saliva slowly rang out.

"Master, what is that?"

The question was met with Voldemort's silence.

What a joke, there's no way he could know what this is.

I've been indulging in black magic for decades, and this is the first time I know that Avada Kedavra can be used like this!

No, isn't Avada Kedavra a single entity?
What was that lightning chain-like thing just now?
That green light was greener than Merlin's fucking bile!
He had never seen such a scene before.
After a long silence, Voldemort asked Quirrell as if to verify his memory: "What was the name of that man just now?"

Qi Luo recalled the notification he received this morning, which seemed to say
"Master, his name is Zuko."

"Huh? Who called me?"

Two voices sounded one after the other, seamlessly connecting with each other.

To be honest, Quirrell and Voldemort's brains went blank at that moment. Under the extreme threat, Voldemort took over Quirrell's body almost instinctively, and cast several silent spells instantly, forming a thick magical barrier, and then threw himself forward and fell from the roof.

Almost at the same time, a green light smashed through the magic barriers and landed on the tiles.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the tiles turned gray and then shattered into powder and dissipated in the wind.

　There will be more later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)