The world was a very mysterious place. Jon had always been very clear on this point.
People were often able to meet unexpected people in unexpected places. It was precisely this kind of mysterious fate that made people feel that the affairs of the world were impermanent.
Just like now.
[Poseidon] and [Eavesdropping Whisper], these two ancient magic, were combined in the Deconstruction Method created by the Wizard later on, forming a mysterious domain. Although it did not cause too much of a burden on Jon's magic power, it was still very difficult for his soul to withstand such a large amount of information.
He needed to simplify it, but without an anchor point, his consciousness could not be completely concentrated in one place. He could only take a stroll. Therefore, it could be said that Quirrell's appearance could be considered as giving Jon a hand.
In an instant, the illusory tree retracted its roots, the soaring bird fell from the sky, leaving only the sound of the wind attached to the fluctuation left by Quirrell.
"Professor Quirrell, why did you come to the forbidden forest at this time? And you even brought... his master? "
...
Rewind time to half a year ago.
This was an ordinary spring.
At this time in the Scottish Highlands, the temperature was actually not warm. In the villa in the suburbs, it was even more spacious.
In the villa, a young man covered in a black robe and carrying a leather suitcase suddenly came out from the fireplace. With a shake of his hand, a small snake flew out from his sleeve. Then, it faced the air and grew several times, turning into a huge python several meters long.
Quirrell looked at this python called Najini, turned around, and walked away.
There was no reaction, which meant that the master had not woken up yet.
This was a good thing. He could use this time to solve the problem of this house.
The flight network here could be considered to have been completely destroyed. However, Quirrell did not feel bad about it. After all, it was just a temporary and illegal construction. He did not have much talent in learning magic, but his talent in crooked ways was surprisingly good.
In fact, it was not that he did not have talent in learning magic. It was just that compared to the other eye-catching talents in other aspects, his talent in magic was somewhat dull.
If he followed the original path of fate, he would have thrown himself into research after graduation, and perhaps become a famous Wizard in that field.
However, Quirrell was a bit strange. He did not like this kind of reputation.
It was ironic that a Wizard was not famous for his powerful magic.
So … perhaps he was meant to be a Black Wizard.
Quirrell sat in an armchair, gazing at the flames in the fireplace as he drank a large mouthful of tea.
The flames in the fireplace danced in his eyes, just like his current mood.
Everything was different now.
Muggle was no longer the poor stutterer he used to be. Although he was not a stutterer in the first place, he had just begun to develop an interest in black magic and started to study it. But in Hogwarts, it was a very eye-catching thing for an ordinary teacher who taught Muggle to study black magic. He could not borrow any books related to black magic, nor could he talk about it because it had nothing to do with him.
He even started to envy Snape, this man who used to be a Death Eater. He felt that he was born in the wrong era. If he was born in Voldemort's era, he would definitely be an outstanding Black Wizard.
Outstanding and great.
Even if he wanted to leave the Black Wizard camp, he only needed to put on an act in front of Dumbledore, and he would be able to become a director of Hogwarts.
This was such a wonderful thing.
Quirrell felt that compared to the fame that came from his talent, he preferred the feeling of being revered by others.
Hence, Quirrell started to fantasize about finding Voldemort, or even learning black magic from the Black Devil King.
This time, he went to Albania for his smuggling trip.
It was not his first time going to Albania Forest, because the Black Wizard knew that Voldemort was hiding in this forest to recuperate.
He wanted to find Voldemort, but did not find him. Instead, he fought with the Vampire Family there.
He did not gain any advantage at all.
Quirrell, who refused to admit that he was weaker than a despicable creature like a vampire, started to learn black magic even more crazily. His efforts paid off, and this time, he met Voldemort.
He was together with a python, entrenched in a corner not far from the center of the Dark Forest.
However, such a place was not a place that one could easily stay in. Quirrell had experienced it himself, and knew how much the existence of this place repelled outsiders. Be it the Black Wizard or the dark creatures, their standpoint was completely the same on this point.
The Dark Forest was a paradise of darkness, but the darkness here did not like the darkness outside as much.
Voldemort, who had lost his body and was much weaker than before, was able to stand here. This clearly showed that he was very capable.
There was no such thing as good or evil in this world. This person who was protected by a python was once known as the Black Devil King, but he only used bloody methods to fight for his position.
However, was trash really worthy of living in this world?
Quirrell did not want to know the answer to this question, and this had nothing to do with him. He did not care whether trash existed or not. Ravenklaus Academy was full of smart people, and no one was trash.
As for the truly powerful Wizard, who would care about the life and death of trash?
One had to admit that Voldemort had a very good mouth. Every word he said struck the bottom of Quirrell's heart. In just a few days, Quirrell had completely turned into Voldemort's believer.
However, believers would also get tired, especially when Voldemort could only order him around. Quirrell's work was even more tiring.
Fortunately, the python's hibernation period would soon be over, and he would soon have a helper.
Quirrell finished the tea in his cup in one gulp, waved his wand, and began to tidy up the room.
Ever since he found Voldemort, Quirrell began to accept Voldemort's teachings and carry out his orders. Right now, he was going to search for the Elixir of Immortality, so he couldn't bring this snake along. Therefore, he could only leave this snake in his home.
Fortunately, this was only Quirrell's temporary residence, and it was also relatively remote. There was no need to worry about others discovering this place.
However, it seemed that there was no need to tidy up. This snake would definitely mess up this place, Quirrell thought. At this moment, the python beside the fireplace opened its mouth and spat out a small crystal ball.
Voldemort had woken up.
Quirrell respectfully walked over, lifted the crystal ball, and pressed it against his forehead.
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