Hogwarts: My Spell Infinite Derivation

Chapter 38 Voldemort couldn't hold back anymore, Old Bee was too shameless!

Outside the alley, the dark wizards who had lured Charles out earlier were all bruised and swollen, limping as they fled.

Their faces were filled with dejection.

Originally, he planned to make a fortune off the fat sheep that was Charles and live the life of a wealthy wizard.

But to my utter surprise, this wasn't a fat sheep at all; it was a tiger in sheep's clothing!

Now, not only have they failed to make any money, but the three precious materials they bought with a mortgage loan have also been stolen by Charles, and even their wands have been taken away. They are also being boycotted by the dark wizards.

Gringotts' debt collection day is fast approaching. If they can't pay back the money, they know with their own eyes that those goblins will squeeze every last bit of value out of them!

These dark wizards looked at each other.

"What do we do now?"

"It looks like we're done for in the British wizarding world. I've heard Gringotts treats wizards who owe them money like ice and snow!"

Just when they felt they had no way out, the middle-aged black wizard in the lead gritted his teeth and said.

"I know a rumor that might turn our fortunes around."

All eyes turned to him, and the middle-aged black wizard continued.

"I've heard a legend about this in the wilderness of northern Scotland."

"Legend has it that there was a pair of wizard tomb raiders who specialized in stealing treasures from tombs, lived a wealthy life, and even took pleasure in tomb raiding."

"Until one day, they dug up an ancient tomb and unearthed an exquisite magical necklace."

"It is said that the necklace is made of a magical metal that no one has ever seen before. It is shaped like the fangs of some kind of beast. Just one look at it can make you feel a chilling horror mixed with gorgeous beauty."

"Later, the wizard tomb raiders disappeared. Some say they fought each other over the necklace and died in a duel. Others say the necklace had some kind of magic that drove them mad and took them to their own grave."

"But one thing is certain: that magic necklace is absolutely priceless!"

"Wouldn't it be a huge turnaround if we could dig it out of its grave in the North Scottish wilderness?"

Upon hearing this, the other dark wizards also showed signs of interest.

The priceless magic necklace is their only chance to turn the tide.

The middle-aged black wizard then continued to encourage them.

"A person may be unlucky for a while, but they can't be unlucky forever, right?"

"We've already hit rock bottom, there's nothing left to fear!"

A moment later, the group unanimously decided to head to the wilderness of northern Scotland in search of the legendary magic fang necklace.

……

Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley.

The garbage truck creaked and groaned as it rolled along, jolting Tonks inside and making him feel utterly hopeless.

Being tied up and scooped away in a garbage truck by a minor wizard like this felt like a ridiculous nightmare to Tonks.

Ciel, on the other hand, strolled leisurely to the side, appearing quite relaxed.

But if you look closely, you'll see that his fingers are gripping the mithril wand tightly, and his knuckles are bulging and white.

Immediately afterwards, as if tripped, Ciel stumbled, but actually used the opportunity to quickly turn around and point his wand at a shadowy spot on the street.

"You've been following me all this way, come out now."

After a moment of silence, a figure wrapped in a large headscarf slowly emerged from the shadows.

A curious voice rang out.

How did you find me?

Looking at this figure, Charles's expression became extremely solemn.

In this kind of weather, the fact that this person is still wrapping the back of their head with a headscarf makes their identity quite obvious.

It was Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was possessed by Voldemort and broke into Hogwarts to steal the Philosopher's Stone in the original story.

Beneath that headscarf, on the back of Quirrell's head was Voldemort's face!

Ciel had no idea when Quirrell had targeted him, but now that he thought about it, it was highly likely that Quirrell had been in Diagon Alley before.

He witnessed everything Charles did and then followed him.

If Charles hadn't cast a Dustless Landspell to completely erase any traces of magic he left behind when leaving Knockturn Alley, which happened to cover Quirrell's area and allow him to sense the extremely suffocating and terrifying magical power, Charles wouldn't have discovered that there was such a person lurking in the shadows.

At this moment, Charles felt cold sweat gradually seeping out from his back.

He wasn't afraid of Quirrell; what he feared was the Voldemort within Quirrell.

Although Voldemort was in a remnant state at this moment, far from his prime, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Even someone like Dumbledore didn't act rashly before fully understanding Voldemort's remaining strength, so Ciel was naturally very wary.

With his wand gripped tightly, Ciel was already prepared to cast the Killing Curse.

He felt a surge of relief.

Fortunately, I had previously simulated Apparition, otherwise, if I were in this situation and couldn't win, I would truly be at their mercy!

As for now, at least it can still run.

However, to Charles' slight relief, Quirrell seemed to have no intention of making a move, but instead applauded him.

"I saw you accidentally wander into Knockout Alley before, and I was planning to help you, but I realized it wasn't necessary at all."

"Mr. Shire, you are a Muggle-born wizard who has not even enrolled in Hogwarts yet, but your skill in Transfiguration is so profound."

"If this were Hogwarts, I'd add a hundred points to your house!"

After offering his praises, Quirrell revealed his true identity.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

"I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hired by Hogwarts this year. I was in Knockturn Alley buying some materials for my classes when I witnessed this astonishing scene."

Then, Quirrell winked, as if trying to get closer to Ciel.

"I won't tell anyone about tonight's events. After all, everyone should have a few secrets, right?"

In the next moment, Quirrell's demeanor became even colder and more profound.

He casually waved his wand, and a street lamp by the roadside was transformed into a thick python, coiled up on the street, hissing.

This scene, when witnessed by Charles, caused his pupils to shrink slightly, and he inwardly exclaimed in amazement.

It looks like Voldemort inside Quirrell has made his move; he's demonstrating his power.

Such transformation techniques are truly astounding.

Although Shire had deduced Transfiguration for the first time, his skill was only advanced compared to that of ordinary wizards. He was still not as good as geniuses like Voldemort and Dumbledore when they graduated, let alone Voldemort now.

Voldemort's display of skill caused a deep blue notification sound to ring in Ciel's mind.

"The host has obtained living creature transformation materials for the Transfiguration branch. The number of points required for secondary deduction in this direction has decreased."

This hint delighted Charles.

Goodness, I didn't expect Voldemort to give me a little gift on our first meeting.

As for why Voldemort would display his Transfiguration skills in front of him, Ciel probably guessed that he wanted to tempt Ciel so that Ciel would continue to seek him out after entering Hogwarts, and even help him steal the Philosopher's Stone.

He might even make himself a mole lurking around Dumbledore.

This gave Charles an idea.

Opportunities to come into contact with a wizard of Voldemort's caliber are rare.

Although Dumbledore had previously promised to teach Shire more spells, the old bee was too wary and would set up tests at the drop of a hat, so he wasn't very happy about it.

If we can find more advanced magic from Voldemort, the materials Deep Blue can obtain will be enough to save Shire a lot of deduction points in the future.

However, Voldemort wasn't doing charity work. Possessing Quirrell always required him to expend his own power, and unless he was under tremendous stress, he probably wouldn't have displayed too much advanced magic.

Is there any way to make Voldemort act impulsively?

Just as Ciel was pondering this, Voldemort, who was possessing Quirrell, uttered tempting words.

"Charles, your talent and gifts are not something an ordinary professor can teach you."

"But I happen to know some powerful magic, such as the Transfiguration spell you just saw. Once school starts, you can ask me for help with any magic you need to learn."

"Professor, I will never hold anything back."

Looking at the Shire, Voldemort was quite certain that this young wizard would be unable to resist the temptation and come to him.

How could a genius young wizard who already possessed such mastery of Transfiguration before even entering school possibly resist the temptation to learn even more advanced magic?!

At that moment, a thought flashed through Charles's mind.

Immediately, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Ah, Professor, I thought you were going to teach me something, but it turns out it's Transfiguration."

Then, Charles lowered his voice and said.

"Then let me tell you a little secret. Headmaster Dumbledore promised me a long time ago that he would personally teach me Transfiguration after the start of the school year."

"The headmaster also said that his Transfiguration is the strongest in the entire magical world."

"I even asked the principal who was more skilled at shapeshifting, him or the mysterious man, and the principal said that the mysterious man wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes."

"According to the headmaster, many of the mysterious man's magic tricks were actually plagiarized from his notes and then shamelessly claimed as his own—it's utterly shameless!"

After Ciel said those words, Quirrell's expression gradually stiffened.

"???"

"What?"

"Dumbledore...that's what the old headmaster said?!"

"Holy shit, that's shameless!"

(End of this chapter)