Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

But a wizard who can go to the Albanian forest alone to gain practical experience should have such poor mental fortitude.

His stuttering now is more a physical manifestation of the damage to his soul.

Voldemort doesn't care whether his punishments will harm his servants' bodies.

All he needs is for his servants to suffer.

It would be even better if a servant cared about physical injury; if they didn't want to get hurt, they'd have to work hard for him.

Unfortunately, Quirrell's aptitude was far inferior to that of his original Death Eater followers.

To put it bluntly, Quirrell wasn't being disrespectful; he was simply "incompetent."

“Quirinus, it’s me.” Dumbledore’s aged but gentle voice rang out from outside the door.

In the past, Quirinus only felt at ease when he heard Dumbledore's voice.

What now?

The sound was like a demonic whisper, echoing in his heart.

Dumbledore is here!?

Dumbledore has actually come to his doorstep!!!

Master, Master, what should I do!

Dumbledore made Quirrell's limbs go weak with just one sentence.

"Fool! Calm down!" Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

If he weren't currently on Quirrell's head, Voldemort would have killed Quirrell with a Killing Curse.

It's just Dumbledore blocking the door, what's the big deal?

"Open the door! If Dumbledore wants to deal with you, you have no chance to fight back."

He might just be passing by.

Voldemort's words may be rough, but they are true; he really knew how to ease the tension of his subordinates.

Upon hearing this, Quirrell felt that his master was absolutely right.

If Dumbledore really wanted to fight him, he really wouldn't have been able to fight back.

Since they have absolutely no ability to resist, what else is there to say?

"Professor Dumbledore, I never expected you to come here."

“Oh, Quirinas, you don’t look too good.”

What happened?

"N-nothing, Professor Dumbledore! Just some after-effects of the adventure."

Quirrell's plan was quite good, but when he actually faced the greatest wizard of his time, all his so-called mental preparation vanished.

Human fear does not disappear because of so-called preparation.

Dumbledore ignored Quirrell's numerous mistakes and chuckled inwardly.

Tom, my good student... you can't even choose the quality of your subordinates anymore?

"Alright, since there's nothing else, could you please call Tom out for me, Quirinas?"

It's been a long time, and I have some things I'd like to talk to him about.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Terrible! ! !

How did Dumbledore know that?!

A wave of overwhelming fear washed over Quirrell; at that moment, he didn't need Voldemort's orders at all.

He held the wand as if it were a sharp sword, pointing it straight at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

A thick beam of green light shot out from Quirrell's wand, aimed directly at Dumbledore.

This curse contained a deep malice, and at this moment Quirrell was determined to kill Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, Quirrell's determination was of no use; his Killing Curse couldn't even touch Dumbledore.

Without a spell or a wave of his wand, Dumbledore vanished silently from Quirrell's sight.

The next second, Dumbledore appeared behind Quirrell.

Dumbledore pointed his Elder Wand at Quirrell, and the next second, a crimson-gold spell struck Quirrell in the back.

Dumbledore—

ah!!!"

Quirrell screamed in agony as his body first turned into charred "coke," and then into ashes.

Voldemort's "temporary mount" couldn't even withstand a single encounter with Dumbledore and was forcibly taken offline.

Voldemort, possessing Quirrell, had no intention of confronting Dumbledore head-on.

He's just a little crazy, not completely mentally challenged.

Even when he was healthy, he didn't dare to go against Dumbledore.

He's only in ghost form now, does he really have to fight Dumbledore head-on?

Stop joking, you can't compete at all!

Voldemort immediately transformed into a cloud of black mist and flew towards Quirrell's window.

"Tom, we finally get to see each other, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand forcefully, and all the doors and windows in Quirrell's house instantly closed.

Voldemort showed no sign of stopping, and the black mist slammed violently against the doors and windows.

"buzz"

Just as the black mist was about to touch the window, a pale red, transparent protective barrier appeared from the window.

Despite the impact of the black mist, the barrier flickered but remained as solid as a rock.

The next second, Voldemort swung back, and a sharp shriek instantly filled the entire room.

The howling sound did not affect the wizard's hearing, but went straight to his soul.

If Quirrell were still alive, Voldemort's roar could have killed him again.

Voldemort, who used this move, was also not in good shape; the black mist he transformed into visibly thinned out.

Voldemort will have to pay the price for attempting to cast a spell that would be considered evil even by a dark wizard under normal circumstances, using a ghostly method.

Dumbledore didn't even blink.

It was still the Elder Wand, and still no spell was cast.

This time, instead of a crimson-gold spell, a dazzling green light shot out from Dumbledore's wand.

Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse, is a powerful spell that affects the soul.

This spell was perfectly suited to Voldemort's current state.

"Dumbledore, I curse you!" With Voldemort's venomous curse, the black mist slowly turned to ashes.

The ghost of the Dark Lord thus vanished in the Muggle community he hated most.

Dumbledore stood there for a long time, holding his wand, and only put it away after confirming that Voldemort would not rise from the ashes.

“Tom…” Dumbledore wiped his glasses and left Quirrell’s house.

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Isaac sat opposite Dumbledore, his eyes filled with inquiry and anticipation.

"So, Professor, have you found Voldemort?"

This was a bold attempt by Isaac. As a time traveler with such advantages, what was the point of being timid and hesitant just to avoid disrupting the so-called plot?

Before I transmigrated, I was very well-behaved and dared not cross the line; after I transmigrated, I was still so resentful.

Then I didn't time travel for nothing.

Chapter 29 Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is gone~

"found it."

Dumbledore smiled gently at Isaac, then picked up his wand and pressed it against his temple.

Slowly withdraw the wand, and a wisp of glowing silvery-white substance will be pulled out from the brain.

The pulled-out memories are in a semi-liquid, semi-gaseous state, like silver spider silk ribbons, light, translucent, and slightly luminous.

It looks like light turning into liquid, or wind turning into solid.