Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Recently, Quirrell felt this was the worst period of his life.

Ever since being possessed by Voldemort, the other party has been demanding that he do all sorts of dangerous things.

He infiltrated Gringotts, became the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, eliminated Harry, and now he's trying to recruit Kane...

Is this something a human could do?

He felt exposed when Dumbledore spoke to him yesterday.

In the end, he managed to "extricate" himself by claiming that he was mentally unstable.

After Voldemort threatened Kane this afternoon, he felt a chill run down his spine.

If Voldemort hadn't been inside him...

Quirrell really wanted to throw down his Hogwarts teacher's robes and yell, "I quit! Whoever wants to do it can do it!"

But there's nothing he can do. If he really quits, Voldemort will kill him first!

He is now completely isolated and helpless.

However, the most important thing right now is to obtain the Philosopher's Stone so that the Dark Lord can be resurrected.

That way, he could get rid of this inhuman and ghostly image.

Having been possessed by Voldemort, he discovered that the possession was draining his life force after his body had been controlled by the other man for the past two days.

In other words, if Voldemort were to possess him twice more, he would be dead.

But Voldemort didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was for Quirrell to serve him wholeheartedly.

Therefore, Quirrell can only search for himself how to replenish his lost vitality.

After reviewing a large amount of information, I found absolutely nothing.

He pushed open his office door, wanting to go out for a walk to clear his head.

As soon as he opened the door, five round balls shot towards his face like flying tennis balls!

Quirrell had no time to dodge!

All five round balls slammed into his face.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a layer of yellow smoke enveloped the surroundings.

The air was filled with an unbearable stench of feces!

Whether it was from being hit or from the stench, Quirrell fainted!

Voldemort, who was sleeping, took over Quirrell's body after noticing that Quirrell had fainted.

"Damn it, what a piece of trash!"

After he took over, he smelled the stench on himself.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

He quickly ran back to the office and manipulated Quirrell's body to vomit.

In the Slytherin common room, Draco was sitting on the sofa.

His jumbled thoughts kept his aching and exhausted body from falling asleep.

Lucius: You're really worse than your brother!

Narcissa: Little Dragon, you should learn a lot from Kane.

Harry: I became the Seeker, what about you?

Finally, thinking of Kane's excellence and that feeling of being unable to surpass him, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Kane had already returned to the Slytherin common room by this time.

He looked puzzled when he opened the door.

Because he saw Draco sitting on the sofa, making a gesture of wiping away tears.

After noticing the sound coming from the doorway, the other person quickly wiped away the tears on their face.

However, the marks on the eyes don't disappear so quickly.

He was somewhat surprised to see that it was Kane who had returned, dressed in all black.

"Kane, what have you been doing?"

Draco tried his best to keep his voice normal.

"Nothing much, just read a few books." Kane took out the parchment in his hand and symbolically showed it to the other person, then asked, "But you, staying up so late, will you have the energy to train tomorrow?"

Draco had already intended to leave, but upon hearing Kane's question, he felt a lump in his throat.

Her voice carried a hint of grievance as she couldn't help but ask a few questions.

"Kane, am I really that useless?"

Kane looked at the other person's appearance and sighed inwardly.

Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?

Draco: "Of course it's the truth!"

At this point, Draco was still unaware of the gravity of the situation!

Kane's tone was initially somewhat indifferent: "The truth!"

The voice behind him rose in pitch: "You really are a bit of a waste."

Upon hearing Kane's words, Draco immediately wanted to refute them.

Kane didn't give the other person a chance to speak!

"You're the heir to the Malfoy family! What do you do all day? Just laze around with your lackeys?"

Then he continued, "Didn't you arrange a duel between Ron and that person last time?"

Draco nodded, a smile flashing across his face. After all, he believed he had done the right thing; it was just a pity that the other party hadn't been caught by the professor.

Kane gave the other person a sharp rap on the head.

"Do you feel like you did the right thing?"

Draco rubbed his head and asked, "Isn't that right?"

"You're completely wrong! Are you sure that if Weasley gets caught, he won't reveal that you and he agreed to a duel?"

"Do you think he can keep those things to himself with that big mouth?"

"Besides, why would they help you keep those things?"

"Once Weasley is caught, he'll at most get a beating from the professor, and then he'll start publicizing Draco Malfoy, saying that as a member of the Malfoy family, he deserted his post?"

"You represent the Malfoy family. Do you think you only represent yourself?"

Draco's face burned with embarrassment upon hearing Kane's barrage of questions.

Kane's words did make some sense, but Draco still felt that he hadn't done anything wrong by doing what he did.

"What, are you really afraid of Ron Weasley?"

Upon hearing Kane question his abilities, Draco immediately retorted.

"How could that be? With the little magic he's learned, I could defeat him with one hand!"

Kane immediately asked, "If it's that simple, why didn't you dare go that night?"

"I......"

Draco couldn't speak anymore.

Ultimately, you're still afraid you can't beat them, you're still afraid the professor will find out and expel you! You're still afraid you'll get hurt in a duel!

Kane got angrier and angrier as he spoke, because he really felt that Draco was a bit of a disappointment.

He could easily defeat Ron by himself, so why make things so complicated?

When faced with words that annoy you, only strength can shut them up!

Draco lowered his head, no longer daring to speak.

"You're afraid you can't beat him because you lack self-confidence and confidence in your abilities; ultimately, it's because you're bad at the game!"

"You're afraid the professor will expel you? Your dad's on the school board! How could he possibly expel you?"

"You're afraid of getting hurt in a duel! Which great wizard hasn't been injured? Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald—which one hasn't participated in all sorts of battles?"

Kane's reminders and examples have made Draco realize his mistake.

"I'll change, I'll definitely go next time!"

Kane persisted, yelling, "Next time? You want a next time? You've completely disgraced the Malfoy family this time!"

Draco didn't know what to say, "Then I..."

"Focus on learning your magic and stop bragging about your achievements to others all the time."

"From now on, your training will only take one hour in the morning, and I'll take you somewhere to practice spells in the evenings!"

"Alright, it's getting late. If you can't get up tomorrow, you're in big trouble!"

Draco left the place trembling, swearing that Kane in this state was the one he feared most.

"By the way, the Church has agreed to let you join Quidditch. Make sure you're ready tomorrow."