NOVEL FROG Moonlight Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 49 Quirrell
Chapter 49 Quirrell
Power... nothing but power!
There is no right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power...
Professor Quirrell rummaged through the room, as if looking for something, but found nothing. Finally, he stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, like everyone who stood in front of the Mirror of Erised.
He fell into it.
In a trance.He recalled his Ravenclaw origin, the man he once was, famous for his talent.
"I want to work harder, I want to be successful, I want my parents to be proud of me."
He thought so, so he traveled to the dark forest, where he met several vampires and witches, and also met the master he was serving now-Voldemort.
Voldemort at that time couldn't even congregate.
"You have done too many bad things, I will kill you!" Quirrell said angrily to a cloud of white mist.
"No, you won't, because I can give you what you really want, such as...power, or...power! The power of one person below ten thousand!" Voldemort, who was just a cloud of white mist, didn't tongue, but miraculously, he was able to make a sound.
"Do you think I will be bewitched by you? Voldemort!" The former Quirrell was also full of justice, at least when facing Voldemort, he dared to call Voldemort's name directly, not like most people in the magic world now Generally speaking, he is called a mysterious person.
"Hehe... No one will never be bewitched."
The white mist surged to reflect Qi Luo's appearance. In the white mist, he was standing on a high platform in luxurious clothes, and the sound of mountains and tsunami was coming from the crowd below. People knelt down in front of him, and He...was laughing wildly.
"Is there really someone who will not be tempted by power?"
All of a sudden, white mist came up, and Quirrell felt an icy chill around his neck, followed by a strong sense of suffocation.
"In other words, you are willing to die like this, turning into a pile of dry bones, and finally rotting in the dirty mud."
The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and the brain had already produced a feeling that the whole body was floating. The knowledgeable and talented man knew that this was not because of excitement, but the loss of consciousness in the brain due to suffocation.
Just like the little match girl, who can see visions one by one every time a match is lit, he also saw...power, supreme power!
Suddenly, the suffocation disappeared completely, and Quirrell waved his hands weakly, as if he was catching the illusion just now.
Many years ago, Qi Luo, who was still a teenager, was like this. He stretched his hands forward, chasing his dream, studying hard every day, taking classes, and taking exams.
There is a girl who will often ask him to borrow a quill, often copy his homework, and laugh and hug herself who doesn't know what to say.
Her hair is golden, shining brightly under the sun, like another ray of light. Unlike the sun, her radiance can be approached and embraced.
When he comes home, his parents often prepare delicious dinner for him. His parents always remember his taste and like to add some sugar to everything. When it’s cold, they will remind him to add clothes, although It's already very hot, but he will still ask him to add another pair of long johns.
"It's all right, Quilo, mom will be proud of you." Before leaving, her mother stood at the door and said to him like this.
"Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely be famous!" Quirrell tightened the bag on his back, his pants seemed a little tight, but it was not a big deal...
……
In a trance, Quirrell saw Voldemort coming in front of his eyes.
Voldemort never threatened himself with his family and lover, all he showed was power.
But he didn't know why, he just couldn't refuse.
"Merge into one body with me, dedicate your body to me, and become my servant!"
Voldemort screamed and rushed towards Quirrell. Quirrell thought he must stop him, but opened his arms.
Just like he was chasing the hallucination just now.
Everything in the past is like a dream bubble before the eyes, and finally turned into a picture of thousands of people kneeling down.
He didn't want to die like this, he still had things to do.
Like... power!
It wasn't until he felt Voldemort settled down on him that Quirrell in the dark forest burst out laughing, "Power, power, what a delicious word! It's all for power!"
In one sentence, three powers in a row, the once 'ridiculous' concept of right and wrong was completely destroyed by himself at this moment, good and evil are just the thoughts of the weak, only power is everything!
A drop of rain fell, and then, in the dark forest, it rained heavily.
……
"It's you? Professor Quirrell! How could it be you? Where's Snape?"
When Quirrell came back to his senses, a pale boy with a lightning scar on his forehead was standing in front of her, looking at her in astonishment.
At this time, Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, and the master was yelling that he wanted revenge on Harry Potter!He's going to kill Harry!
So he smiled, pretended to be cowardly again, and said happily, "S...Snape? Dang...dang...Of course...it's not him, but with him, who would doubt the poor, Where's the stuttering Professor Quirrell?"
By the end, his language had become fluent again.
Then, he told Harry all the things he did here, such as the broom that Harry lost control during Quidditch, such as the troll, such as how he tricked Dumbledore away in the name of the Ministry of Magic...
Ivan and Hermione listened quietly under the cover of Professor Flitwick's Disillusionment Curse, and watched all this happen. There are some things that Ivan doesn't know, and some things that Ivan knows.
Eventually, Quirrell reveals the truth... beneath his hood, lies Voldemort's human face.
"Harry, admit it, there is no good or evil in this world, only power!"
At this time, Harry had already touched the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and the two started fighting without any accidents. As soon as Quirrell touched Harry's skin, it would be very painful, and Professor Flitwick finally started to fight. shot.
But unfortunately, in the end Voldemort escaped and left the unconscious Quirrell here...
The so-called power seekers will one day be eroded by power.
On a sudden whim, Ivan pulled out a tarot card from his messenger bag. Yes, it was the set of tarot cards that was used to appease Hermione before.
Coincidentally, it happens to be the first card, the Fool, a wanderer who is nothing more than a bad symbolic inversion.
"Professor Flitwick, Ivan, Hermione, why are you here?" Seeing the three people appearing here, Harry asked in amazement.
"It's just a coincidence." Ivan gave an extremely perfunctory answer.
Just when Harry was about to ask something, a flash of fire flashed, and Dumbledore's figure had appeared in front of everyone.
……
……
Weak vote
(End of this chapter)
Power... nothing but power!
There is no right and wrong in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot gain power...
Professor Quirrell rummaged through the room, as if looking for something, but found nothing. Finally, he stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, like everyone who stood in front of the Mirror of Erised.
He fell into it.
In a trance.He recalled his Ravenclaw origin, the man he once was, famous for his talent.
"I want to work harder, I want to be successful, I want my parents to be proud of me."
He thought so, so he traveled to the dark forest, where he met several vampires and witches, and also met the master he was serving now-Voldemort.
Voldemort at that time couldn't even congregate.
"You have done too many bad things, I will kill you!" Quirrell said angrily to a cloud of white mist.
"No, you won't, because I can give you what you really want, such as...power, or...power! The power of one person below ten thousand!" Voldemort, who was just a cloud of white mist, didn't tongue, but miraculously, he was able to make a sound.
"Do you think I will be bewitched by you? Voldemort!" The former Quirrell was also full of justice, at least when facing Voldemort, he dared to call Voldemort's name directly, not like most people in the magic world now Generally speaking, he is called a mysterious person.
"Hehe... No one will never be bewitched."
The white mist surged to reflect Qi Luo's appearance. In the white mist, he was standing on a high platform in luxurious clothes, and the sound of mountains and tsunami was coming from the crowd below. People knelt down in front of him, and He...was laughing wildly.
"Is there really someone who will not be tempted by power?"
All of a sudden, white mist came up, and Quirrell felt an icy chill around his neck, followed by a strong sense of suffocation.
"In other words, you are willing to die like this, turning into a pile of dry bones, and finally rotting in the dirty mud."
The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and the brain had already produced a feeling that the whole body was floating. The knowledgeable and talented man knew that this was not because of excitement, but the loss of consciousness in the brain due to suffocation.
Just like the little match girl, who can see visions one by one every time a match is lit, he also saw...power, supreme power!
Suddenly, the suffocation disappeared completely, and Quirrell waved his hands weakly, as if he was catching the illusion just now.
Many years ago, Qi Luo, who was still a teenager, was like this. He stretched his hands forward, chasing his dream, studying hard every day, taking classes, and taking exams.
There is a girl who will often ask him to borrow a quill, often copy his homework, and laugh and hug herself who doesn't know what to say.
Her hair is golden, shining brightly under the sun, like another ray of light. Unlike the sun, her radiance can be approached and embraced.
When he comes home, his parents often prepare delicious dinner for him. His parents always remember his taste and like to add some sugar to everything. When it’s cold, they will remind him to add clothes, although It's already very hot, but he will still ask him to add another pair of long johns.
"It's all right, Quilo, mom will be proud of you." Before leaving, her mother stood at the door and said to him like this.
"Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely be famous!" Quirrell tightened the bag on his back, his pants seemed a little tight, but it was not a big deal...
……
In a trance, Quirrell saw Voldemort coming in front of his eyes.
Voldemort never threatened himself with his family and lover, all he showed was power.
But he didn't know why, he just couldn't refuse.
"Merge into one body with me, dedicate your body to me, and become my servant!"
Voldemort screamed and rushed towards Quirrell. Quirrell thought he must stop him, but opened his arms.
Just like he was chasing the hallucination just now.
Everything in the past is like a dream bubble before the eyes, and finally turned into a picture of thousands of people kneeling down.
He didn't want to die like this, he still had things to do.
Like... power!
It wasn't until he felt Voldemort settled down on him that Quirrell in the dark forest burst out laughing, "Power, power, what a delicious word! It's all for power!"
In one sentence, three powers in a row, the once 'ridiculous' concept of right and wrong was completely destroyed by himself at this moment, good and evil are just the thoughts of the weak, only power is everything!
A drop of rain fell, and then, in the dark forest, it rained heavily.
……
"It's you? Professor Quirrell! How could it be you? Where's Snape?"
When Quirrell came back to his senses, a pale boy with a lightning scar on his forehead was standing in front of her, looking at her in astonishment.
At this time, Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, and the master was yelling that he wanted revenge on Harry Potter!He's going to kill Harry!
So he smiled, pretended to be cowardly again, and said happily, "S...Snape? Dang...dang...Of course...it's not him, but with him, who would doubt the poor, Where's the stuttering Professor Quirrell?"
By the end, his language had become fluent again.
Then, he told Harry all the things he did here, such as the broom that Harry lost control during Quidditch, such as the troll, such as how he tricked Dumbledore away in the name of the Ministry of Magic...
Ivan and Hermione listened quietly under the cover of Professor Flitwick's Disillusionment Curse, and watched all this happen. There are some things that Ivan doesn't know, and some things that Ivan knows.
Eventually, Quirrell reveals the truth... beneath his hood, lies Voldemort's human face.
"Harry, admit it, there is no good or evil in this world, only power!"
At this time, Harry had already touched the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and the two started fighting without any accidents. As soon as Quirrell touched Harry's skin, it would be very painful, and Professor Flitwick finally started to fight. shot.
But unfortunately, in the end Voldemort escaped and left the unconscious Quirrell here...
The so-called power seekers will one day be eroded by power.
On a sudden whim, Ivan pulled out a tarot card from his messenger bag. Yes, it was the set of tarot cards that was used to appease Hermione before.
Coincidentally, it happens to be the first card, the Fool, a wanderer who is nothing more than a bad symbolic inversion.
"Professor Flitwick, Ivan, Hermione, why are you here?" Seeing the three people appearing here, Harry asked in amazement.
"It's just a coincidence." Ivan gave an extremely perfunctory answer.
Just when Harry was about to ask something, a flash of fire flashed, and Dumbledore's figure had appeared in front of everyone.
……
……
Weak vote
(End of this chapter)
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