Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

“You just have to pay a tiny little price.”

Blake had a suspicious look on his face.

"A small price?"

"What will it cost me?"

Quirrell smiled and said, "You just have to be loyal, Black."

"Just submit to that master."

"That lord will never mistreat anyone who wants to submit to him."

Blake was surprised and said, "That's it? All I have to do is be loyal?"

"Yes. You just need to be loyal. I will introduce you." Quirrell said with satisfaction.

So, everything seems to be going well.

But Quirrell did not doubt Black's thoughts.

A little kid whose heart was deeply corrupted by a powerful force.

How could one resist such temptation?

"I pledge my loyalty, Professor Quirrell."

"So... can you tell me who that adult is now?"

"Also, when can you introduce me to someone else?"

Quirrell was about to speak.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the back of his head.

"It's OK... Quirrell..."

"Let me talk to him."

Blake looked at Quirrell's turban with a shocked expression.

Quirrell was also surprised.

He didn't expect his master to be so anxious.

He just got to the point and he wanted to talk to Blake directly?

Quirrell did not dare to disobey his master.

He stood up, then raised his hands and began to untie his turban layer by layer.

Blake also stood up involuntarily, staring closely at Quirrell's turban.

Quirrell quickly took off his turban, revealing his big bald head.

Then he turned around slowly...

I saw a hideous face suddenly appear on the back of his originally smooth head...

The face suddenly opened its mouth and let out a long breath.

A puff of white air was exhaled, which looked extremely strange.

Blake looked at this scene and his sanity dropped wildly!

Damn, if it were him, he would rather die than live like this...

What’s the difference between this and a life worse than death?

"Good evening, Blake." The face looked at Blake and said in a hoarse voice.

"You... who are you?" Blake's face showed a wary look.

"How dare you! This is the gentleman! How rude of you!" Quirrell said angrily.

"Okay, Quirrell, let me talk to him!" Voldemort said coldly.

Quirrell's body shuddered.

He seemed frightened by Voldemort's rage.

"Blake, you know what? We are actually acquaintances."

"These days, I was actually the one controlling Quirrell's body to teach you those dark magics."

Black looked at Voldemort's ugly face. Well, the possessed Voldemort didn't have a nose either...

"Could it be that you are the mysterious man?"

"The mysterious man? Haha, for a long time, they did call me that. Because they didn't even dare to mention my name!" Voldemort said proudly.

"But how did you guess that?"

Blake said, "Professor Quirrell just said that the adult is the person who knows the most about the dark arts in the world, and Professor Quirrell calls you that adult... and as we all know, the mysterious man is the best at the dark arts in the world, so..."

"Smart as always, Black. Unlike the other idiots, you are the smartest student I have ever seen in all my years at Hogwarts."

Black's flattery made Voldemort feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

"Now that you know my identity and have just heard Quirrell's introduction, tell me, what is your choice? Are you willing to show me your loyalty?"

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Blake said: "If you can continue to teach me the dark arts, then I will not mind offering my loyalty."

"But... Professor Quirrell just said that there is nothing left to teach me, and... you have been teaching me all along..."

As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into an awkward silence.

Qi Luo was shocked. How dare this kid say such words?

Isn't this a question of whether his master has anything left to teach Blake?

And, most importantly, he said that he had nothing more to teach Blake.

and so……

If Voldemort gets angry.

He probably wouldn't do anything to Blake.

But I am miserable...

Sure enough, as soon as Quirrell's thoughts arose, he felt the raging rage in Voldemort's heart!

Voldemort was indeed angry.

However, he was not angry about Blake's defiance.

Instead, he was angry that Blake thought he had run out of tricks!

The most important thing is...

It seems like what Blake said is really true!

What Qi Luo said before was not actually wrong, it was just an exaggeration.

To give Black a sense of urgency so that he could finally follow Voldemort.

but……

Black had indeed learned most of Voldemort's dark magic during this period of time...

This in itself was beyond Voldemort's own expectations!

If it hadn't changed strategy later.

It takes several days to teach a new dark magic.

The rest of the time forced him to practice the previous ones over and over again.

Perhaps Voldemort's stock won't last until mid-May...

Logically speaking, Voldemort's dark magic is not so easy to learn.

But Blake can't resist learning so fast!

This has been going on for several months.

No matter how difficult any kind of black magic is.

Blake always mastered it within a few hours...

Sometimes I can even master five or six black magic spells in one night!

Even Voldemort's store of knowledge.

I can't stand Blake's speed of fleecing me!

So, even though Voldemort was very angry that he was being questioned.

But... I am really speechless.

This kind of situation where one is unwilling to accept the situation but is speechless.

When did Voldemort encounter it?

"Ding! Anger and anger detected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!"

……

"This... Do you think the master will teach you all the knowledge before you fully offer your loyalty?"

At this time, although Quirrell was very scared and had been warned not to speak.

But he still managed to cover up for Voldemort.

After all, speaking now might cost you half your life.

But if he didn't speak, his master would lose face in front of the person he wanted to conquer.

Then he would have lost more than half his life...

"You are right, Professor Quirrell."

Blake seemed to believe what Quirrell said.

By this time, Voldemort had recovered from his rage.

He also realized his own gaffe.

Fortunately, however, Quirrell was not too stupid.

"I have more profound and powerful abilities that I can only pass on to my own people."

"So...Blake, even I've always admired you."

"But if you are not willing to join us, I will not teach you those skills."

After Voldemort recovered.

The words spoken are still full of temptation.

If it were someone else, they would probably be seduced directly.

But Blake is no one else after all.

Black smiled and said, "In that case, I am willing to join your camp, the great Dark Lord."

"Are you sure you want to?" Voldemort asked.

“Honestly, I don’t really like the current situation,” Black said, “because I can only choose to join.”

"If I join, I can learn more powerful black magic and gain more powerful strength. But if I am not willing to join, then I will not be able to walk out of this door today."

"I... don't like this feeling of not being able to fully control myself."

Voldemort grinned, revealing an extremely ugly smile.

If Blake had agreed directly just now, he would have become suspicious.

but now.

Blake expressed his dissatisfaction directly.