The demon monk in the second dimension

After trying for a while, the Sorting Hat broke down and asked Xia Zhi in despair.

"Did you use some kind of magic? I can't understand your thoughts at all!"

Xia Zhi frowned.

"I am a formal disciple of the 65th generation Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and I bear the secret teachings of Longhu Mountain. How can my thoughts be easily discovered by others?"

The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and then simply gave up.

"Then just pick one! I'm out of options anyway."

Summer Solstice spoke.

"Then Gryffindor will do! I heard that Dumbledore came from this house."

"Yes, that's true."

The Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief and shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the Gryffindor desk.

Especially Nawei.

Xia Zhi turned around and put her hat back on the high stool.

Just then, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and pointed it at Quirrell.

"Thunder in the Palm!"

Quirrell was completely unprepared and could never have guessed that Xia Zhi would make a move against him at this time, so he was caught off guard.

They only met once this morning, what grudge could they possibly have?

Crack!

A blue-white bolt of lightning struck Quirrell, who was caught off guard, causing him to scream in agony.

"Ahhh!"

But the scream did not come from Quirrell's mouth.

Quirrell, who was numb from the electric shock, was unable to speak.

The scream came from the back of his head.

Dumbledore sighed inwardly and drew his wand.

The other professors and students were stunned!

Attacking a professor right after the Sorting Ceremony—nothing like this has ever happened in the entire history of Hogwarts!

This is too outrageous!

But Snape and the other professors sitting next to Quirrell also took out their wands.

They all realized that the scream did not come from Quirrell's mouth, but from the back of his head, which was wrapped in cloth.

"Damn it! You're useless now!"

Hearing that unforgettable voice, Quirrell, who had just recovered from the lightning, opened his eyes wide and wailed.

"No, Master! No!!"

Quirrell felt a large amount of his life force and magic being absorbed by Voldemort, who was attached to him.

He aged rapidly, and age spots and wrinkles even appeared on his face.

Voldemort transformed into a wisp of black smoke and floated directly out from Quirrell's body.

"go to hell!"

He was preparing to fly towards Xia Zhi to attack and kill the little wizard who had ruined his plans, but Xia Zhi raised his hand again.

"Thunder in the Palm!"

Yin spirits are most afraid of thunder magic.

Seeing Xia Zhi's angry shout, Voldemort's remnant soul quickly dodged.

As it turned out, Xia Zhi was just talking and didn't actually unleash any lightning magic.

This made Voldemort even more ashamed and furious.

But he was more afraid of Dumbledore beside him, so he didn't dare to linger and escaped Hogwarts by passing through the ceiling of the Great Hall.

Dumbledore ignored Voldemort for the time being and instead used healing and revival spells to treat Quirrell's body.

He took a small bottle out of his clothes and dripped a few drops of liquid into Quirrell's mouth.

At this moment, Quirrell looked as if he had aged forty years. His life force had been greatly absorbed, leaving him emaciated. He confessed to Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I... I didn't mean to..."

Then, Quirrell rolled his eyes and promptly passed out.

Professor Flitwick rushed over and asked Dumbledore with a worried expression.

"how is he?"

"Dumbledore said with a solemn expression."

“I have managed to save his life for now, but he needs to be taken to St. Mungo’s Hospital immediately.”

"I'll take him there!"

Professor Flitwick quickly said that he and Professor Kettleburn would take Quirrell to St. Mungo's Hospital.

Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall and spoke.

"The Sorting Ceremony continues. Mr. Xia Zhi, please come with me."

The auditorium was now in an uproar.

Everyone was discussing Xia Zhi's feat of attacking the professor and speculating about what the strange black mist ghost that flew out of Professor Quirrell was.

Knowing what it was, Snape left his seat with a very unpleasant expression.

Meanwhile, on the Gryffindor table, George Weasley and Fred Weasley expressed their frustration and excitement, declaring that they would no longer be the most troublemakers at Hogwarts.

The discussion only stopped after Professor McGonagall roared a few times and forbade anyone to continue speaking.

On the other side, Xia Zhi followed Dumbledore to his office.

Looking at Xia Zhi, whose expression remained unchanged and who seemed to have done nothing, Dumbledore sighed with a headache.

"Mr. Xia Zhi, have you discovered something?"

Xia Zhi nodded gently and said.

"This morning I noticed that Professor Quirrell had an extremely strong evil aura about him, as if he were possessed by an evil spirit. The Celestial Master's Palace's Palm Thunder is specifically designed to ward off evil spirits, so it was bound to blast out the evil spirit possessing him. And that's exactly what happened."

Chapter 275 Voldemort and the Death Eaters

Xia Zhi asked Dumbledore with some surprise.

"Professor Dumbledore, what kind of evil spirit was that? It took my palm strike, which was of the purest and most righteous nature, and it wasn't even hurt. That's amazing!"

I think you're even more impressive for being able to unleash that lightning spell on Voldemort!

Dumbledore thought that Summer Solstice shouldn't be afraid of Voldemort.

After all, his master was Zhang Zhiwei, the old Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the number one extraordinary person in China.

Moreover, he was so bold as to strike the professor with lightning on the first day of school, so he told Xia Zhi about Voldemort.

After learning the true identity of this evil spirit, Xia Zhi asked Dumbledore with "surprise".

"Didn't the wizarding world say that Voldemort died at Harry Potter's hands eleven years ago? Is he not quite dead yet?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"I already had my suspicions about this, and I'm currently confirming them."

He then offered Xia Zhi some advice.

“Mr. Xia Zhi, your behavior today was very dangerous. Voldemort is extremely powerful and could potentially harm other students.”

“My master said your strength is similar to his, and there are so many professors present. I don’t think he can harm the other students.”

Xia Zhi's rebuttal was well-reasoned and supported by evidence.

"Moreover, I didn't know that this evil spirit was such a powerful being. I thought it was just an ordinary evil spirit. Two palm strikes of lightning would be enough to kill an ordinary evil spirit."

Not to mention evil spirits, even ghosts were terrified of Xia Zhi.

This kind of lightning magic will kill them instantly if they get hit by it.

Seeing Xia Zhi like this, Dumbledore suddenly regretted bringing him all the way to Hogwarts.

Although he doesn't seem likely to become the Dark Lord, there are still significant problems.

However, this further illustrates the need for education during the summer solstice.

Summer Solstice then asked Dumbledore.

"Why did Voldemort possess Professor Quirrell? Is he alright?"

“I saved Quirrell’s life. But possessing someone is an extremely evil and powerful form of dark magic. He may need to be treated at St. Mungo’s Hospital for a long time, and the aftereffects will be severe.”

Dumbledore sighed.

"I think Quirrell was probably deceived by Voldemort in the Albanian forest, which led him to join the Death Eaters and become Voldemort's possession target. Even when Voldemort was a student, he was very good at using words as weapons to build relationships with others."

Death Eaters?

Xia Zhi frowned slightly.

"What is that? The organization Voldemort established?"

"You're right."

To help Xia Zhi better understand, Dumbledore also made an analogy.

"In our magical world, Death Eaters are equivalent to the All-Rounded Sect in your world."

"Full sex?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhi narrowed his eyes and unleashed a murderous intent from his body.

"All members of the sect can be killed!"

Dumbledore was startled by the murderous aura and instinctively gripped his wand.

The old Celestial Master's disciple is only eleven years old, how can he have such a murderous aura?

Although he knew that Quanxing was a synonym for heinous crimes in China, he did not expect that even an eleven-year-old child would be so excited when he heard about Quanxing!

"No, no, no, Death Eaters and the All-Eyed are still somewhat different."

Seeing Xia Zhi's expression that seemed to say "all Death Eaters must die," Dumbledore quickly said.

“We prefer to treat criminals like they would in the ordinary world, arresting them and putting them in prison. There are quite a few Death Eaters in Azkaban prison.”

"Besides, you are a student at Hogwarts School of Design, so your studies should be your priority."

Seeing Dumbledore's earnest expression, Xia Zhi nodded.

"ok, I get it."

Although there were some issues with how it was handled, Dumbledore felt that Xia Zhi was the one who had done the right thing in this matter.

On the way back to the Great Hall, Dumbledore was deep in thought.

Quirrell did not become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as soon as he entered Hogwarts; he first served as a professor of Muggle Studies for several years.

Having a Ravenclaw background, he possessed extensive theoretical knowledge. To enhance his practical skills, he took a year's leave and went to the Black Forest in Albania.

Then he was possessed by Voldemort.

This year, Quirrell took the initiative to tell Dumbledore, who was struggling to find a professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, that he was willing to teach the course.

Voldemort once asked Dumbledore to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Dumbledore refused.

In his rage, Voldemort cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.