Hogwarts: My Spell Infinite Derivation

Chapter 39 Voldemort breaks through defenses, the moment of harvest!

"Shameless! This is absolutely shameless!"

"Kirlo" was there, cursing through gritted teeth.

Charles tilted his head and asked with a look of curiosity.

"Professor, why do you hate him so much?"

"Who are you calling shameless?"

"Kirlo" looked stiff, forced a smile, and said through gritted teeth, word by word.

"I mean, that mysterious man who stole Dumbledore's magic is shameless, absolutely shameless!"

"Stealing magical artifacts is the most despicable thing in the magical world!"

Charles nodded in complete agreement.

"Right, I think so too."

"Headmaster Dumbledore told me that the mysterious man was known for the Killing Curse, claiming that he developed the Killing Curse from runes, but that's not true at all."

"The principal said that he had developed the Killing Curse a long time ago, but because it was too cruel, he only wrote it down in his notebook. As a result, it was stolen by a mysterious person and became the mysterious person's signature move."

Voldemort, who had taken over Quirrell's body, was stunned, as if he had fallen into some kind of confusion.

Immediately afterwards, Charles dropped another bombshell.

"The principal also said that the mysterious man's shapeshifting skills were stolen from him, and he only learned the basics."

"Back then, the mysterious man wanted to perform a transformation called Animagus, turning himself into a giant snake, but things went wrong, and it was Headmaster Dumbledore who stepped in and turned him back."

"The reason Mysterio lost his nose is a side effect of that Animagus transformation. The principal shook his head when he mentioned it, saying that he should have known better than to save Mysterio back then and let him eat rats until he died."

Voldemort's face turned pale and then purple.

He never expected to hear such news from Charles.

That cunning and treacherous old bee, Dumbledore, actually used such words to slander me behind my back?

The Killing Curse was something he was very proud of, so when did it become his?

And the reason I lost my nose was entirely intentional, okay? It was a negligible price I paid during a Dark Magic transformation. How did it become that I failed at transformation and was saved by Dumbledore?

Rumors, they're all just self-destructive rumors!

How many rumors has Dumbledore the Old Bee spread during the years he disappeared?

However, after his anger subsided, Voldemort still harbored a sliver of doubt.

He didn't really think Dumbledore was a saint, but could Dumbledore's character really be that low?

Is this little wizard, Charles, just making things up?

The next moment, a glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

This is an innate ability of his, similar to Legilimency, which has reached its peak after constant tempering and transformation with dark magic, allowing him to discern almost any lie.

Lying to the Dark Lord is considered impossible among the Death Eaters.

Even with only this fragment of his soul remaining, Voldemort can still use this ability.

He wanted to see if what Charles said was true.

At the same time, Deep Blue's voice echoed in Charles's mind.

"The host has obtained materials for the Legilimency spell, and the points required to deduce the Legilimency Spell will be greatly reduced."

A strange light also flashed across Charles's eyes.

Since Deep Blue said that, does that mean Voldemort is already furious?

With an almost innate, instinctive ability to steal thoughts, no one can lie to the Dark Lord.

What if I wasn't lying?

After a moment's consideration, Charles began to fan the flames again.

"In Headmaster Dumbledore's heart, he had only one true rival and nemesis: Grindelwald!"

"What mysterious man? In Dumbledore's eyes, he's not even worth a hair on Grindelwald's head."

"In Dumbledore's heart, the only one who truly deserves the title of Dark Lord is Grindelwald!"

Upon hearing this, Voldemort, who was using his talent to judge the truthfulness of the Sharl's words, froze in place.

Indeed, he could sense that everything Charles said was true.

If those previous words were meant to enrage Voldemort, making him feel that Dumbledore, that old bee, was becoming increasingly shameless...

These next few sentences completely broke Voldemort's defenses.

He never imagined that he considered Dumbledore his greatest rival, but in Dumbledore's eyes, he, the Dark Lord who created the havoc, was nothing, not even comparable to the defeated and outdated Grindelwald.

Why should I?!

Wouldn't I be just like a clown?

"Dumbledore..."

Voldemort roared furiously in his mind.

"You will pay the price for what you said!!!"

Then, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes turned cold as he looked at Charles.

"Shire, Dumbledore's magic is certainly powerful, but I have traveled the wizarding world for many years and have also obtained some mysterious and powerful magic, which may not be inferior to Dumbledore's."

"Come to my office after school starts, and I'll teach you all these magic spells."

"Believe me, once you unleash it, I guarantee even Headmaster Dumbledore will be astonished!"

Charles raised an eyebrow, a look of skepticism on his face.

"Really?"

"Alright, Professor, I'll give you a chance."

Voldemort took a deep breath and turned to leave into the shadows.

He returned the body to Quirrell, who, having regained control, was ashen-faced and asked tremblingly.

"Master, are you really going to teach Sharl magic?"

Voldemort's voice, brimming with boundless rage, echoed in my soul.

"I originally only intended to use Charles as a pawn, to see if his pursuit of power could come in handy."

"But now, I've changed my mind."

"That damned old bastard Dumbledore, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget! He'll pay the price for truly enraging me!"

"I will prove to the Ciel that Dumbledore's old magic is nothing compared to mine. I will make the Ciel completely turn to darkness and hurt Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix."

Voldemort's voice was chilling.

"Dumbledore has his boy who survived, doesn't he?"

"Perfect timing! I've heard that this Ciel is recently being called yet another boy who survived a great calamity. So, he will belong to me!"

Then, Voldemort urged Quirrell on.

"Get ready, I need to break into Gringotts as soon as possible and get the Philosopher's Stone to rebuild my body."

"I've had enough of this kind of life."

"Once I regain my physical body, I will make Dumbledore tremble with fear, and make this Shire grovel at my feet!"

……

Watching Quirrell's figure disappear into the distance, Charles's tense body gradually relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

It must be said that although Ciel, through his familiarity with the plot, successfully provoked Voldemort to break down and gained the opportunity to go to Hogwarts to learn Voldemort's advanced dark magic,

However, the pressure that Voldemort's outburst of rage had put on the Ciel was also immense.

If a fight really breaks out, and if Charles's magic fails to take effect immediately, he will probably have no choice but to use Apparition to escape.

It can only be said that his current strength is still quite far from the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort.

To others, this is a matter of course.

After all, Dumbledore and Voldemort are the pinnacle of the wizarding world. For a junior wizard like Shire to want to compete with them is simply insane.

But a cold glint appeared in Charles's eyes.

He didn't like this feeling of being oppressed.

Moreover, what is an insurmountable barrier for ordinary people may only take him one night to overcome.

After taking a deep breath, Charles quickened his pace and led Tonks back to the Leaky Cauldron.

With a clang, Charles poured out a large bag of spoils, his expression gradually becoming fervent.

This is the loot from tonight's ransacking of Fandao Lane.

If all is digested, the Transfiguration technique will be completed in three iterations.

I wouldn't dare say Voldemort in his prime, but the Ciel might be able to handle Voldemort possessed by Quirrell!

The next moment, Ciel grabbed a bottle of eight-eyed giant spider venom and gulped it down.

"Deep Blue, dinner's ready!"

(End of this chapter)