Chapter 67: Voldemort’S Personal Disciple, Azkaban Per Capita

Chapter 67: Voldemort’S Personal Disciple, Azkaban Per Capita

Quirrell's mind has become delirious due to Voldemort's stay, so letting him come to class would risk exposure.

In order to stay at Hogwarts, Voldemort really spent a lot of money.

Although he is only giving lectures now, he has not used magic power.

But for a remnant soul who struggled to speak even a few words, it was also a heavy load.

Normally, when nothing happens, Voldemort stays in deep sleep to reduce energy consumption.

Fortunately, Quirrell's small treasury has been emptied by him, in exchange for a lot of precious materials, as well as the Phoenix Tears given by Bledo.

This allowed Voldemort to regain some strength, so it shouldn't be a problem to survive this period of time.

"Defense is the core of everything."

Quirrell, or Voldemort, is a model of doing what he does and loving what he does. Since he is the one giving the lecture, he is not allowed to be perfunctory.

If word spreads, wouldn't it mean losing the Dark Lord's face?

In keeping with Quirrell's character as much as possible, Voldemort pulled out a lot of real stuff.

"Stay alive, this is the most important thing to consider when facing danger. The so-called defense does not only use magic spells to resolve the enemy's attacks.

"Evasion, even escape, is part of defense."

"Mr. Lawrence..." Quirrell suddenly called Wayne's name and asked:

"If a dark wizard stops you, what is the most correct course of action?"

Wayne stood up calmly and said: "Analyze the opponent's purpose, compare the strength gap, and if you have to fight, then go all out.

A look of appreciation flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

He did hate Wayne, because it was Wayne who had pushed him to this point, where he had to risk being in the front office.

But he will not deny a person's talent because of personal grudges.

Only by facing up to the strength of your enemies and defeating them can you show your extraordinary strength.

Voldemort did the same thing.

He did not hesitate to show Potter's specialness, even calling him the Boy Who Lived.

Just to prove it.

He can defeat the so-called chosen one and break the shackles of fate.

Although it failed in the end

Because he didn't know Wayne's specific strength, in Voldemort's eyes, Wayne today was far from the level of an enemy, but this did not hinder his appreciation. 03 Reason, talent, means, charm.

Everything is top notch.

There is a bit of his demeanor back then.

"That's very correct, Mr. Lawrence." Quirrell asked Wayne to sit down: "Before fighting, you must understand why you are fighting..."

"To survive, to defeat the enemy, or

The corners of Voldemort's mouth raised slightly, but quickly disappeared and he stopped talking.

Wayne looked at the little wizards who had been completely attracted by what Voldemort said and felt very subtle.

What do they think?

Voldemort's personal disciples, all Azkaban reserves?

But one thing is for sure, Dumbledore's vision is indeed poor.

With this teaching level, my application for Defense Against the Dark Arts was rejected?

The things Voldemort talked about did not contain any specific magical knowledge, but they were extremely crucial.

It can't be compared to just learning a few magic spells.

To develop students' basic understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts and even the use of black magic.

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and if your mentality and spirit are strong, you will get twice the result with half the effort in whatever you do.

Just as Wayne taught Hermione, with focused thinking and a clear purpose, the success rate of spell casting will be greatly improved.

Very well said....

Even he listened, no wonder so many people followed Voldemort back then.

"The definition of defense is clear and battle is inevitable, so we must gain the initiative and suppress the enemy.

"Having the initiative, you can advance or retreat. If you advance, you can subdue the enemy. If you retreat, you can protect yourself."

"If you want to suppress the enemy, you must rely not only on powerful magic, but also on wisdom and experience.

"With one look or movement, you can observe the enemy's intentions and the magic he is preparing to release..."

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It wasn't until the bell rang that the lecture stopped abruptly.

Voldemort drank water calmly and assigned homework.

"A two-foot treatise on how to stay calm in battle and judge the enemy's movements through movement.

"get out of class is over."

The little wizards woke up from a dream, and there was thunderous applause from the podium.

Their excited shouts were enough to lift the ceiling and could be heard in classrooms far away.

"marvelous!"

"Professor, is this your true level?"

Everyone was so happy that there was no magic spell in the whole class, but they learned something more precious than the magic spell.

The only thing that makes them sad is.

Two feet of paper...are you sure this isn't killing them?

Converted, that’s 60 centimeters!

They walked out of the classroom still unfinished, and some students were already looking forward to the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Mr. Lawrence, please stay."

Wayne was walking among the crowd, but was suddenly stopped.

The little badgers thought that because of the previous complaint, Quirrell was going to settle a score with Wayne, so they protected him.

This is a good lesson, but little badgers will never abandon their friends.

"Don't get me wrong." Quirrell also guessed what they were thinking: "I just have something I want to talk to Lawrence about."

Wayne also advised: "It's okay, Professor Quirrell won't do anything to me."

He said this, but the magic wand was already in his hand inside the wide sleeve robe, and the dynamic perception was turned on quietly.

As long as Voldemort dares to take action, he will definitely react immediately.

Wayne would treat an old man with limited health with caution, but he would never be afraid.

After hearing what Wayne said, everyone had no choice but to leave.

Soon, only Wayne and Quirrell were left in the classroom.

"Lawrence, although I didn't teach specific spells in this class, it can barely be said to be qualified."

Quirrell's attitude was very gentle, "I wonder if you can give me some phoenix tears. My curse is not completely cured yet."

"Professor, how about I teach you the magic spell in the next class?" Weiss said with a smile.

Brat!

Sooner or later, I will flatter you one day!

Voldemort cursed inwardly, his expression unchanged, and he pulled out a piece of paper.

"This is a magic I got while exploring the ruins. It's so powerful that even I haven't mastered it myself. Do you think it's enough?"

Wayne took it and looked at it.

[Thundernet, made of lightning threads and woven into a net, can not only effectively control the enemy, but also has considerable lethality after being touched. 】

If you feel really sleepy, just use the pillow.

I just drew Lord Thunder's decree last night, and today Voldemort sent me a thunder spell.

Wayne put the spell away with a smile.

"Thank you, Professor."

Wayne would not learn rashly, he was going to let Dumbledore inspect the goods first.

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with the spell, but who knew what pit Voldemort had buried in it.

His strength is not what it used to be, but in terms of magical attainments, Voldemort is far ahead.

After receiving the benefits, Wayne also shed tears happily.

Quirrell quickly took it, fearing that Wayne would regret it, but his expression soon changed.

"Aren't these the tears of your phoenix?"

"No." Wayne said happily: "Recently, my Feng Wang has suffered from trachoma and can't shed tears."

"These are Fox's tears. They are both phoenixes. There should be no difference, right?"

From the beginning to the end, Wayne never thought about giving the Phoenix King's tears to Voldemort.

Recently, Fox has become the younger brother of King Feng. I don’t want it to be too easy to shed tears.

God damn Phoenix got trachoma.

Why didn't you say that your Phoenix has become angry recently?

Voldemort gritted his teeth, fearing that he could not help but pull out his wand and give Wayne two melons to gnaw on.

"Professor." Wayne observed him, "Looking at you, you don't seem satisfied?"

"Why don't you return your tears to me, and when King Feng recovers, I'll collect some for you."

"No... no need." Voldemort took a deep breath. If he returned it, who knew how long Wayne could delay it.

By then, even Fox’s tears wouldn’t fall.

"Let's use it like this for now. If your phoenix is ​​good, it won't be too late to trade with me. I have other high-level magic."

Voldemort could only continue to lure, and Wayne nodded.

Without leaving in a hurry, he asked a few more questions.

While Voldemort is here, how can I wait until now if I don't pluck out the wool?

Fifteen minutes later, Wayne left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with satisfaction and came to the auditorium to eat.

When he sat down, a line of words appeared on the plate out of thin air.

"Lawrence, would you mind drinking tea with a lonely old man? I will be waiting for your arrival in the office after class. 27

After Wayne read it twice, the handwriting slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Looking up, Dumbledore at the guest of honor winked at him mischievously. Wayne understood and nodded gently.

I don’t know what kind of medicine Lao Deng sells in his gourd, which is so mysterious.

Wayne agreed anyway. Originally, he was planning to take Qiu and Hermione to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to see the biting cabbage.

This time I have to postpone it for a while.

After eating and talking to the two girls, they were very envious.

Having afternoon tea with the principal was an honor they didn't know anyone other than Wayne had had.

"You just think too highly of Dumbledore." Wayne smiled: "Calm down, he is just a lively old man's son."

Autumn rolled her eyes.

That was Dumbledore, the great wizard who appeared in various textbooks and historical records.

He is the greatest white wizard of this century.

Who can treat it with a normal heart?

Potions class in the afternoon.

Snape arranged the content of this lesson with a gloomy face.

In the morning, Gryffindor's score was finally cleared, but Snape's anger still had not been completely vented.

When he saw Wayne, he would think of what this kid said to Dumbledore in the Headmaster's Office.

"The materials are placed in the wrong order, five points will be deducted from Hufflepuff!"

Wayne talked nonchalantly about Toad Bile and Puff Down changing places.

Deductions were equal to bonus points, and he wished Snape would be cruel and deduct hundreds of points from him.

"Lawrence." Snape said in a voice that could only belong to the two of them:

"You gave Ho-oh's tears to Quirrell?"

He only found out what happened in the morning when he overheard the little badgers chatting before going to class.

Wayne blinked with an innocent expression: "Feng Wang recently got trachoma, so I gave him Fox's.

"puff!"

Snape couldn't help laughing, and Hannah thought she had heard wrongly and looked up at him in surprise.

"Look what I'm doing, setting up a crucible!"

"Lawrence, watch your bottle, five points from Hufflepuff!"

Snape changed his face at the speed of light, and walked away to another place after scolding. Hannah was speechless, and Wayne quickly comforted her, and then raised his middle finger at Snape's back.

After getting out of class after deducting 20 points, Wayne went straight to the eighth floor without any delay.

Building principal's office.

"lemon"

Before the command was finished, the gargoyle stone beast gave way to the passage:

"Go away quickly, go away quickly, I don't want to see you."

"I almost died from the letter two days ago!"

Wayne smiled and patted the dog's head and walked into the office.

A dessert tower has been placed on the desk, and the exquisite tea cups are steaming.

"professor."

Wayne was not polite and sat directly opposite Dumbledore. He said hello, took a bite of the cheesecake, and drank a sip of black tea. It was very comfortable.

Dumbledore's eyes were full of smiles as he watched Wayne enjoy the food.

He also enjoys the feeling of getting along with students.

It's just that everyone respects him a little too much and seems particularly reserved in front of him.

Only Wayne really thinks of him as an ordinary old man.

After a piece of cake and a cup of black tea, Wayne also regained a lot of energy.

"Professor, why did you ask me to come?"

He also knew in his heart that this was definitely not a simple afternoon tea.

"Oh, by the way." Wayne slapped his head and said belatedly: "Please wait for your business. This is the spell Professor 390 Quirrell gave me this morning. I can't understand it. Can you help me?"

Shall I take a look?"

Wayne made an excuse at random, but he couldn't be the one to see that there was something wrong with Quirrell.

After hearing his words, Dumbledore straightened up and looked at the spell recorded on the parchment.

About ten minutes later, he suddenly picked up the wand beside him and chanted a spell.

Zhila!

A small thunder net appeared in mid-air and quickly dissipated.

Dumbledore then smiled and handed the parchment back to Wayne.

There's nothing wrong with this spell.

"It's a good spell. There are very few thunder spells in existence. Quirrell should have found it from some ruins."

"With your talent, you can get started quickly.

Then, Dumbledore explained his understanding and some techniques.

Wayne listened very carefully, and as expected of Dumbledore, he figured out a lot of tricks in such a short time.

Wayne quickly successfully cast the spell.

In order to keep a trump card, he also deliberately suppressed Lord Thunder's decree.

Even if this is the case, it is enough to make Biliduo amazed.

"Mr. Lawrence, you are the most outstanding student I have ever seen, and perhaps the most outstanding student the school has ever had.

This sentence was once used by him to evaluate Voldemort, but in front of Wayne, Voldemort seemed to be eclipsed.

"Professor, you're flattered." Wayne bowed his head shyly: "At least compared to you, I'm far behind.

In terms of white magic, Wayne is confident that his talent has surpassed that of Lao Deng.

But when it comes to black magic...

The old man in front of him is not the kind of wizard who only knows white magic. His talent for black magic is not inferior to white magic.

This is the master of dark magic recognized by the first Dark Lord Grindelwald.

After a business exchange, taking advantage of Dumbledore's good mood, Wayne asked a lot of questions.

Voldemort tutored me in the morning, and Dumbledore gave me some tutoring in the afternoon.

Two devil-level teachers, Wayne is like a hungry sponge, absorbing their knowledge and experience.

After a full class period, he remembered that Hermione and Qiu were still waiting for him, so he took the initiative to bring the topic back on track.

"Is such that.

Dumbledore talked about why he asked Wayne to come.

"You gave me some of Phoenix King's feathers before, which are very different from Fox."

"I'm not an expert on magical beasts, so I sent one to an old friend of mine.

"He has considerable research on magical animals, and it would not be an exaggeration to call him the best.

"I received a reply today. He was also very surprised. He also wrote a letter to you and asked me to deliver it to you."

Dumbledore said, placing a letter in front of Wayne.

After listening to his story, even if he didn't say his name.

Wayne also guessed who the old friend he was talking about was.

Pokémon Master.

Nonsence!

Expert of magical animals, legend of Hufflepuff Academy, and the man hated by the first generation Dark Lord.

Newt Scamander!.