Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Sensing Professor Quirrell's cold expression, Kane felt a sense of foreboding.

Could it be that the green spark spell I just cast actually blew Voldemort out?

Professor Quirrell slowly walked up to the lectern and scanned the students in the classroom.

In Slytherin, a large portion of the young wizards were the children of their followers.

On the Gryffindor side, most of the children were the children of those who opposed him!

Finally, his gaze settled on Harry, his mind filled with questions.

I'm eager to understand how this infant child managed to defeat his own invincible dark lord.

Harry's headache was getting worse and worse, as if something was about to burst out of his wound!

"Professor, Harry has a terrible headache. I'll take him to the infirmary."

Kane stood up, helped Harry up, and prepared to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.

He had already realized that the "Professor Quirrell" in front of him must have been impersonated.

"You stay here, Draco. You go and take Harry there."

Professor Quirrell's tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

His research on Harry was already sufficient; he couldn't see anything particularly special about this seemingly ordinary wizard.

So Harry can leave, but Kane must stay.

I learned yesterday that Kane was kept in Dumbledore's office for several hours.

As he walked the path he had come from, he knew in his heart that Kane's talent had probably already been taken aback by Dumbledore.

He believed that Kane was like himself and that, given time, he would become a figure feared by all wizards.

Moreover, Kane is the son of his capable lieutenant Lucius, and he even met Kane when Kane was a child!

Although it was just a brief glance.

After Draco led Harry away, the classroom gradually returned to some calm.

But the young wizards all noticed that their "Professor Quirrell" had become extremely abnormal.

Professor Quirrell, who was usually timid and hesitant, now stood tall and exuded an aura of awe.

He gently waved his wand, and an image instantly appeared on the stage.

"A powerful wizard stood atop ruins, surrounded by people bowing in submission to him, and mountains of gold and silver lay all around him!"

The young wizards couldn't help but exclaim in amazement upon seeing this.

Isn't this the magic that Professor Alder demonstrated a few days ago?

Unexpectedly, Professor Quirrell, who usually appears unremarkable, also possesses this skill.

Professor Quirrell's performance today truly broadened their horizons.

Professor Quirrell spoke slowly and seductively:

"This is the man whom Defense Against the Dark Arts resisted! He once possessed unparalleled power, status, and strength."

Having said that, he chuckled and continued:

"And the spells you learn in your daily lives, such as the Flash Charm and the Cleanse Charm, are nothing but trivial skills for everyday life! They will only keep you mediocre and unproductive!"

"I know that some of you are dissatisfied with the school rules and feel lost about the future."

He continued, his voice growing softer yet carrying immense power, "There is a magic that can be your answer. It can free you from your constraints and allow you to take control of your own destiny."

Immediately afterwards, Professor Quirrell drew several mysterious runes in the air, which shimmered with an eerie light and slowly rotated.

"These are some basic magical runes, containing endless mysteries."

"Try to feel them, don't be afraid."

Some of the young wizards couldn't help but reach out and try to touch the runes.

Upon seeing this, Voldemort's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible hint of smugness.

"Very good, you have taken the first step."

He said softly, "As you explore magic, you will find that nothing in this world can stop you."

"Imagine that when you master these magics, those who once mocked you, those who used to boss you around, will all look up to you with awe."

Voldemort continued to paint an alluring picture: "You can change everything around you as you please, and make the world run the way you want."

Ron, sitting in the audience, listened intently, already immersed in wonderful dreams.

He fantasized about surpassing his brothers and gaining his parents' praise and respect.

One day I will be able to trample the Malfoy twins under my feet and win the recognition of the entire Gryffindor school.

He will make all those who looked down on him take notice!

Under Professor Quirrell's influence, the young wizards' eyes gradually changed.

The initial fear gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and longing.

Voldemort watched all this and smiled with satisfaction.

"You ignorant little wizards, today you will have the privilege of witnessing true magical power!"

He raised his wand and pointed it at a rat that was locked in a cage.

"Out of body!" His voice echoed in the classroom, and a ghostly green light flashed from the tip of his wand, shooting straight at the rat.

The mouse stopped struggling instantly, its eyes becoming empty and lifeless.

Following Professor Quirrell's instructions, they began to make all sorts of strange movements in the cage.

One moment it stands upright and dances, the next it pats its head with its little paws.

The young wizards watched in horror, some even covering their mouths in disbelief.

They never imagined that Professor Quirrell, the "honest man" of ordinary days, would possess such terrifying strength.

Seeing the astonishment of the young wizards below the stage, Professor Quirrell looked quite pleased with himself.

I've finally experienced the job I've always dreamed of!

At this moment, his gaze was like a sharp blade, coldly sweeping over every student below the stage.

The temperature in the classroom seemed to drop several degrees, and the students were so frightened by the sudden atmosphere of terror that they fell silent!

In this quiet atmosphere, the sound of turning pages broke the silence.

Everyone turned their attention to the back of the classroom.

Kane was intently reading the next part of "Introduction to Alchemy," and he was on the key part.

Professor Quirrell's anger suddenly flared up; how dare Kane ignore him!

You should know that even Kane's father had to kneel down when he saw him.

Since that's the case, then let him see his true strength!

"Mr. Kane, I believe you. Since you dare to ignore me, it means you understand this course very well!"

"Then I hope you can help me demonstrate some spells for the students."

Professor Quirrell knew that this young wizard seemed to be a proud and arrogant person.

It's okay, I was like that when I was young, even worse than Kane!

Next, after demonstrating your strength, you will win over your opponent!

Just like how I was "impressed" by Dumbledore back then.

He had been caught in the rain himself, so he wanted the other person to get wet too.