The world is very wonderful, and Jon has always been very aware of this.

　　 People are often able to meet unexpected people in unexpected places. It is this unexpectedly wonderful fate that makes people feel that things are impermanent.

　　 just as it is now.

[Poseidon] and [Monitor Wind Talk] two ancient magics were combined in the deconstruction method created by the wizard’s whimsical ideas to form a magical field, although Jon was not given magic power It caused too serious a load, but his soul could hardly bear such a large amount of information instillation.

　　 He needs to simplify, but without an anchor, his consciousness can't be completely concentrated in one place, he can only take a walk, so it can be said that the appearance of Quirrell is a match for Jon.

　　 In an instant, the emptiness tree converged its roots, and the soaring bird fell from the sky, leaving only a ray of wind tied to the wave left by Qui Luo.

　　 "Professor Quirrell, what do you do in the Forbidden Forest at this time? And bring... his master?"

　　……

　　 The time is rolled back to half a year ago.

　　 This is an ordinary spring.

　　 At this time in the Scottish Highlands, the temperature is actually not warm. On the side of the villa in the suburbs, it is even more empty.

In the villa, a young man carrying a suitcase and enveloped in a black robe suddenly emerged from the fireplace. After shaking his hand, a small snake flew out of his sleeve. Facing the air, it grew several times and turned into a giant python several meters long.

　　 Quirrell looked at the python named Nagini, turned and walked away.

　　 There is no response, then the owner hasn't awakened yet.

　　 This is a good thing, he can still take advantage of this time to solve the problem in this room.

　　 The Floo network here is completely abolished, but Quirrell is not distressed. After all, it was originally an illegal construction made temporarily. He has no talent for learning magic, but his talent for crooked ways is surprisingly good.

　　——It shouldn’t be said, in fact, he is not without the talent for learning magic, but compared to other eye-catching talents, his magical talent appears a little bleak.

　　 If he follows the original path of fate, he will devote himself to research after graduation, and then may become a more famous wizard in that field.

　　 But Quirrell is weird, he doesn't like such a reputation.

　　 A wizard is not famous for his magical power, which in itself is a kind of irony.

　　 So... Maybe he should have become a dark wizard.

　　 Quirrell sat in an armchair, looked at the fire in the fireplace, and took a sip of tea.

　　 The flames in the fireplace were beating in his eyes, just like his current mood.

　　 Everything is different.

He is no longer the poor stammer back then-even though he was not a stammer, at that time he had just begun to become interested in black magic and learn, but in Hogwarts, an ordinary professor Ma The teacher of Gua Studies learning black magic is a very remarkable thing. He has no way to borrow any books related to black magic, nor can he talk about such topics, because it has nothing to do with him.

　　 He even began to admire Snape, admiring this man who was once a Death Eater. He felt that he was born in the wrong era. If he lived in the era of Voldemort, he would definitely become an excellent dark wizard.

　　 Excellent and great.

　　 Even if he wants to leave the black wizard's camp, he only needs to run to Dumbledore and pretend to be a dean of Hogwarts.

　　 What a wonderful thing this is.

　　 Quirrell himself thinks that he prefers the feeling of being in awe compared to the reputation that comes from his talents.

　　 So Quirrell began to imagine that he could find Voldemort, and even learned black magic from the Dark Lord.

　　 This time on the smuggling trip, he went to Albania.

　　 This is not the first time he has gone to the Albanian forest, because the dark wizards all know that Voldemort hides in this forest to recuperate.

　　 He wanted to find Voldemort, but he didn't find it. Instead, he fought with the vampire family there.

　　 did not stand any cheap.

　　 Unwilling to admit that he was weaker than a despicable creature like a vampire, Quirrell began to learn black magic even more crazily. The effort paid off. This time, he met Voldemort.

　　 He stayed with a python, entrenched in a corner not far from the center of the dark forest.

　　 But such a place is not easy to stay. Quirrell himself has experienced it, and he knows how repellent the existence here is, whether it is a dark wizard or a dark creature, the standpoint is exactly the same on this point.

　　The dark forest is a dark paradise, but the darkness here obviously doesn't like the darkness outside so much.

　　 and lost his body, Voldemort, who is not as strong as before, can stand here, which obviously shows that he has a very clever ability.

　　 There is no right and wrong in the world. This person who was guarded by an python was once called the Dark Lord~lightnovelpub.net~ and only used **** methods when fighting for status.

　　 But is waste really worth living in this world?

　　 Quirrell didn't want to know the answer to this question. It had nothing to do with him. He didn't care about the existence of waste. Ravenclaw College was all smart people, and no one was waste.

　　 And a really powerful wizard, who cares about the life and death of waste?

　　 I have to say that Voldemort has a very talking mouth, and every word is right in Quirrell's heart. Within a few days of work, Quirrell has completely become a believer of Voldemort.

　　 But believers are also tired, especially when Voldemort can only order him alone, Quirrell's work is even more tiring.

　　 Fortunately, the python's hibernation period will soon pass completely, and he will soon have a helper.

　　 Quirrell drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and started waving his magic wand to clean up the room.

　　Since he found Voldemort, Quirrell began to accept Voldemort's instructions and execute orders. Now he is starting to look for the elixir. There is no way to bring the snake with him, so he can only keep the snake in his home.

　　 Fortunately, this is only a temporary residence for Quirrell, and it is relatively remote, so there is no need to be afraid of being found out here.

　　 It’s just that there’s no need to clean up. This snake will definitely mess up here, Quirrell thought. At this moment, the python roasting by the fireplace opened its mouth and spit out a small crystal ball.

　　 Voldemort woke up from sleep.

　　 Qi Luo walked over respectfully, raised the ball, and pressed it on his forehead.