Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Chapter 130 Diagon Alley, here I come!

Professor Quirrell, full name Quirrell, is a half-blood wizard who graduated from Hogwarts.

He excelled academically during his school years, achieving top grades in theoretical subjects and being adept at solving problems based on textbook knowledge, but lacked practical experience.

He was introverted, withdrawn, insecure, and sensitive. From his student days to his time working at the university, he longed to prove himself to others and to gain power and reputation.

It was this inferiority complex and ambition that prompted him to have dangerous ideas.

He applied to the school for a round-the-world study tour, heading to the Albanian forests where Voldemort's remnant soul was rumored to be hidden, in an attempt to find Voldemort.

If the missing Dark Lord can be found and captured, he will surely become famous throughout the wizarding world.

In addition, he wanted Voldemort to teach him more powerful and practical dark magic, so that he could get rid of the humiliating title of "the professor of theoretical knowledge".

Keiro overestimated himself and seriously underestimated the mighty Dark Lord.

With just one glance, Voldemort saw through Quirrell's fragile heart and desires, promising him numerous benefits such as status, identity, and power, easily breaking down Quirrell's psychological defenses and manipulating his personality and will like a chicken.

To satisfy his desires, Quirrell willingly became a servant, offering his own body to serve Voldemort!

Voldemort did not seize Quirrell's soul, but rather coexisted with it in a parasitic form, growing his own face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Voldemort was able to completely control Quirrell's thoughts and actions, and as his mind servant, Quirrell was powerless to resist.

The master and servant returned to Hogwarts, but what they were planning is currently unclear.

The above is the Ministry of Magic's subsequent investigation report on Quirinus Quirrell's personal experiences.

"I've memorized your face!"

"I will never let you get away with this!"

"No matter where you flee, my servants will cut off your head!"

Voldemort roared ferociously, his entire face twisting and detaching wildly.

Since the host is dead, he, as a parasite, naturally cannot survive on a piece of rotten flesh.

call! ! !

A cold, gusty wind swept through the bar, causing tables and chairs to overturn and shift.

"Harry Potter, we'll meet again!"

Voldemort's remnant soul flew out, transforming into a dark yellow ghostly current of energy that swept through the room before passing through the bar's door and disappearing without a trace.

Erii used Judgment to lock onto the target, regardless of whether it was effective against the soul of the magical concept. She just slashed a few times and then figured out whether it caused any damage. Only Voldemort probably knew the exact extent of the damage.

Of course, Voldemort's remnant soul is gone, but the effects he caused have not yet dissipated.

Sure enough, the bar was still so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's face was covered in sweat. Despite being a group of old wizards, wearing top hats, ties, and smoking pipes, they were all terrified and paralyzed on the spot, unable to move.

"Eri, is that really Fuku—the mysterious man?" Hagrid swallowed hard and asked blankly.

"Yes, but it's just a remnant soul." Erii nodded.

Voldemort appeared suddenly and then disappeared in an instant, darting into their left ear like a gust of wind and then swooping out of their right ear.

It seems like nothing was left behind, but in reality, it reminded them of the terrible memories of being ruled by the Dark Lord.

Only at this moment did they truly understand: some people, even if they have disappeared for ten years, have already left a deep imprint on their hearts!

It took the boss quite a while to stand up.

He pointed to his thigh, where his light-colored pants were soaked through, clearly indicating that he had wet himself in fright.

"It's alright, buddy. That's a mysterious person. We understand," the boss reassured him.

"Don't disturb the scene. I've already notified the Ministry of Magic, and they'll be here soon," a witch said tremblingly.

She looked at Erii, her tone filled with awe, and asked, "Will the mysterious man return? I mean now. I'm worried he might suddenly return with a large group of Death Eaters!"

"Voldemort is too vulnerable right now; he wouldn't dare," Erii replied calmly.

Seeing her calm and composed demeanor, the wizards present were filled with awe. The scene of her drawing her sword and tearing the body to pieces was still vivid in their minds, and they couldn't help but wonder who Erii was.

What amazed them even more was that Erii showed no fear of Voldemort!

No chanting, no wand, and lightning-fast spellcasting?

An unknown and mysterious curse that is even more brutal and bloody than Avada Kedavra?

Despite possessing immense power, he is unheard of in the British magical world?

All signs indicate that this girl has an extraordinary background!

But what kind of technique is drawing a sword?

At this moment, the boss and his men covered Quirrell's body with a black cloth that was stood up. Seeing this, Hagrid finally released his large hand from Harry's face.

"Thinking about it now, it's really frightening. I was less than half a meter away from the mysterious person," the boss said, patting his chest with lingering fear.

The others echoed this sentiment, and those who had ever had contact with Quirrell all said it was terrifying; just thinking about it sent chills down their spines.

Hagrid walked up to Erii and asked in a low voice, "You just called him Tom Marvolo Riddle? You know him, well, I mean Tom, not the Mystic, the Tom who went to Hogwarts."

Erii noticed the instability in the other person's emotions.

At this moment, Hagrid was forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, but anger, grievance and sadness still overflowed in his eyes.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you? Voldemort is Tom, the devil who framed you and ruined your life," Erii said, patting Hagrid's hand.

"The principal mentioned it, but there's never been any evidence. I, I, I—" Hagrid stammered, his eyes welling up with tears as he recalled those painful memories.

Years ago, the young Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, killing his classmate Moaning Myrtle. To escape responsibility, he framed Hagrid, who kept an eight-eyed spider, saying that the spider killed Moaning Myrtle.

Both the school and the Ministry of Magic found Hagrid guilty, expelling him, breaking his wand, and banning him from using legitimate magic for life.

law.

Therefore, Hagrid did not graduate from Hogwarts as he wished, and was also blamed for causing the death of his classmate.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's protection, Hagrid would have been expelled from the school and wouldn't have had the opportunity to work as a handyman.

Seeing this, Harry quickly hugged Hagrid from the side.

No one had ever comforted him before, so he didn't know how to help Hagrid at this moment, and could only follow his heart and give him a hug.

"Let's go, Harry still needs to buy a lot of school supplies," Erii said, her eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

hehehe~

Diagon Alley! Diagon Alley! Diagon Alley!

"Alright," Hagrid said, gathering his thoughts, "I'll take Harry with me now. If the Ministry of Magic wants to find us, just tell them to go to Gringotts or the wand shop."

They went through the back door of the bar and into the back courtyard, where they faced a red brick wall.

Under Harry's questioning gaze, Hagrid tapped a brick three times with his umbrella.

Whoosh whoosh~

Instantly, the brick wall began to shake, and each brick automatically dispersed, forming an arched passage.

Erii unconsciously quickened her pace, jogging ahead of the two.

Diagon Alley, here I come!

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