Comprehensive comic: I can travel through countless worlds at the same time

Professor Quirrell didn't care about the slander of the ignorant little wizards, originally he appeared to be a cowardly middle-aged man.

As long as Bai Ye can be pulled into the Death Eater camp, everything is worth it.

Bai Ye's head lowered slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

The reason why he didn't go to Voldemort's trouble these days was mainly because he learned something from the forbidden book and a few words about Horcruxes.

If one less Horcrux is not destroyed, the owner of the Horcrux will never die.

Even if Voldemort's main soul was cut to pieces by the slashing knife, he would at most fall into a deep sleep.

It may take 10,000 years or more to fully recover, but it's not death, it's just a longer sleep for him.

Bai Ye hadn't found all the Horcruxes yet, which allowed Voldemort to bounce around for a while.

I didn't expect that I didn't go to them, and now I find myself.

"Ahem, Mr. Hodward, Defense Against the Dark Arts class is an important subject that teaches you how to resist the Dark Arts from causing you harm, and I hope you will come to the class like the rest of your class.

Bai Ye withdrew the stool slightly, Quirrell always produced a garlic smell when he spoke, and the pungent smell made him a little unacceptable.

Ron and Harry looked at each other in amazement, never expecting that there was actually a professor begging someone to come to class.

In other words, Bai Ye's strength to knock dozens of wizards unconscious at the same time, do you really need to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Don't refuse, I'll lend you this carefully compiled note first, if you think it helps you, you can come to my room to find me."

Professor Quirrell straightened his headscarf, placed a brand-new notebook that smelled of books on the table in front of Bai Ye, and left quickly without waiting for him to refuse.

"I never thought that Professor Quirrell could finish a sentence quickly and completely, it seems that he still values you."

Hermione took the note and roughly turned a few pages, the same knowledge that Professor Quirrell had taught in class, but it was more comprehensive.

It is very suitable for students like Bai Ye who have never taken a class.

This was Hermione, Harry didn't care about books, he preferred the flying broomstick class that he would take in the afternoon.

Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor felt that he was born for the ball game "Quidditch" in the wizarding world.

Unfortunately, the head of the house, Snape, did not agree with him joining the house Quidditch team in his first year.

"No one will indulge in a person who has almost no communication for no reason, unless he has some purpose.

Bai Ye's pupils emitted a dim golden light, aiming at the note in Hermione's hand.

A black-red magic like fire reflected in his vision.

Obviously, the note is not as simple as Professor Quirrell says.

In the afternoon, when Hermione went to the flying broomstick class with the Ravenclaw students, Bai Ye came to the Room of Requirement with the book Quirrell had given him.

"Seeing that he was so careful, I thought that there was some amazing magic in it, it turned out to be just a powerful fire spell."

Bai Ye tore off the mezzanine hidden in the notes and pulled out a handwritten piece of paper from it.

He glanced at it roughly and found that this was not a fire spell, or only a third of the kind.

Only the power of the Fire Spell is introduced, and a small number of spells are introduced.

If the little wizard who does not understand this aspect is hard to practice, he may not even be able to use a flame.

There are people in the puppet black wizard who will be fierce, even if they are not very skillful, they will even set themselves on fire.

However, teaching Bai Ye was more than enough.

"If I'm really just a very talented little wizard and encounters a powerful fire spell, I'm afraid I will have to go to great lengths to learn it. "

Voldemort must have let him go astray, using his hands to steal the Philosopher's Stone and create the elixir of life."

Bai Ye sighed faintly in his heart, originally wanted to let Voldemort move for a while longer.

Now, he has provoked his own head, so he has to reluctantly kill him.

There was also a way to imprison the souls that Voldemort might have escaped.

Bai Ye clipped the fragment back into the note, in order to completely get rid of Voldemort, it should be reasonable to accidentally kill Quirrell of the Death Eater with him.

He left the Room of Requirement and headed towards Professor Quirrell's office.

Quirrell had no classes today, and in order to prevent Voldemort from being exposed, he disguised himself as a mildly autistic patient, and it was unlikely that he would leave the office.

The door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class opened, and Professor Quirrell saw Bai Ye holding a notebook, showing a look of surprise.

This little wizard really couldn't withstand the temptation of the fire curse, and was successfully seduced by him.

When Professor Quirrell closed the door to his office, he secretly waved his wand and released a soundproofing charm in the room to prevent the conversation between the two from being overheard by others.

With Bai Ye's perception ability, he naturally found Professor Quirrell's small movements, but there was no obstruction.

Even if Quirrell didn't put the soundproof charm, he would use it, and the other party's screams would be too miserable, scaring the students passing by.

God knows what his wind evaluation will become in a few days, and he may simply become the Dark Lord among the students.

"Quirrell, what do you mean by hiding half a Codex in your notes as a professor in Defense Against the Dark Arts class? There

was a sneer at the corner of Bai Ye's mouth, and he usually called him a professor for face, and buried him directly in the Forbidden Forest without giving him face.

"Oh, hug... Sorry, dear Mr. Hodward, you know, the best way to better combat the dark arts is to control it first. Professor

Quirrell wanted to take back the notebook in Bai Ye's hand, but Bai Ye held it deadly, and he didn't move the notebook with all his strength.

'This guy grew up with what he ate, not only is he extremely accomplished in spells, but his physical strength is also outrageous.

He released his notebook with a sneering expression: "If you like it, send... Give... It's okay to give it to you. Professor

Quirrell's heart was dripping with blood when he said this, and he was pinched by Voldemort before, and it was far less distressed than now.

The material of the notebook cover was made of Hekhdiri black dragon leather.

This skin can maintain the paper in it for a long time without damage, so it is extremely expensive.

If it weren't for Bai Ye also having the opportunity to serve the master, he wouldn't have given the notes away.

"You should also desire more powerful magic, I think a talented little wizard like you should not only study the content of textbooks, magic has a wider world."

Professor Quirrell put down his notes, a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and said to Bai Ye with dancing hands.