Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

The sound of a crackling sound came from the forbidden section of the Hogwarts library.

Ron was carrying an oil lamp and wearing the invisibility cloak that should have belonged to Harry, and bookshelf after bookshelf searched for something.

Although now with the arrival of Luo Meng, the new principal, the books in the forbidden book area are no longer as "forbidden books" as before, and they only need to complete the corresponding magic basic exams, and then complete the assessments given by the professors of their respective colleges.

You can borrow freely.

But this precondition is not something Ron can do today.

Ron's goal is very clear, to find the powerful black magic here, and learn to master, and then adapt and master his [Soul Spell Pain Curse] by learning the experience generated in the process of these black magic.

Skillfully grasping the power generated when its spell is released, and at the same time controlling the evil thoughts in his heart, he can use these strong evil thoughts as a tool for free driving in his hands.

These theories were still seen by him during this time, from some books borrowed from the [Silver Devil King Library].

However, just as Ron's side was seriously looking for the forbidden book he needed, a faint strange noise came from a corner of the forbidden book area.

"Snap"

The sound of something falling to the ground made Ron nervous.

Carefully put the black magic book he had just picked up in his hand back into the shelf.

Cautiously stride, he touched in the direction where the voice came from.

"Idiot! Be careful, you can't do such a little thing, what use do I want from you!"

In the strange rebuke, a figure bent down in embarrassment and hurriedly picked up the books that had fallen on the ground.

When Ron saw this figure, he couldn't help but condense his eyes slightly.

It turned out to be the professor in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the professor Quirrell who stammered, only promised, and was even able to be stunned by a troll!

A mouth full of trepidation whispered in response.

It was like apologizing to a big man who scared him so much.

"Sorry master, it's me who is useless, I, I'll deal with it immediately, the Philosopher's Stone must be here, and we have almost looked for other areas..."

"Hmph, damn Dumbledore, where did you hide your things, did you carry them with you and were taken away by that guy?!"

The weird voice came again.

Ron couldn't help but cover his mouth and hold his breath nervously.

But the gaze was dead staring, the direction where the voice came.

There, there was a turban on Professor Quirrell's head.

Everything he saw tonight made him instantly realize that Professor Quirrell, who didn't even have a stammering meaning to speak, must be hiding a huge secret.

And heard the key word "Philosopher's Stone" from the other party's mouth, and the strange voice.

Ron couldn't help but think of a terrible conjecture.

When the theft occurred in Gringotts before, he heard Harry casually say that the things originally stored in the stolen vacant vault had been taken out by Hagrid in advance.

And the thing in it is most likely the "Philosopher's Stone" in the mouth of this weird Quirrell in front of him.

And thinking of this time, some of the books he read involved in the introduction of the Philosopher's Stone, Ron's heart couldn't help but beat violently.

He thought of a terrible truth.

Standing in front of him is the second-generation Dark Lord who has infiltrated Hogwarts!

Voldemort!

The legendary dark wizard who almost died in the hands of Harry Potter, the savior, due to an accident.

Voldemort!

Almost instinctively, Ron couldn't help but tremble and slowly began to retreat, his eyes full of trepidation to get out of here.

However, at this time, another gloomy voice came from the other side of the bookshelf.

"What are you doing?"

Ron was startled and turned around, but saw that in the darkness, Snape was dressed in a black robe that had remained unchanged for decades, and in his hand was a wand that was casting a fluorescent spell.

He looked at Professor Quirrell who was holding a dark magic book with a gloomy face, obviously rummaging through something.

Nervously leaning himself close to the bookshelf to make way for the two of them.

Ron almost felt like he was going to die here today.

And he never thought that Snape, who had not conducted a night patrol for a long time, would suddenly start patrolling Quirrell today, looking at Snape who was holding his wand and looking gloomy.

He also hurriedly threw the magic book in his hand aside in a panic.

"Ahem, S, Professor Snape, ah, I mean, good night, I didn't expect you, you haven't slept yet..."

Looking at Professor Quirrell, who was obviously not stammering, but was able to enter the state in an instant the next second he was discovered, Ron couldn't help but be a little impressed by the hidden Death Eater in front of him.

Watching Snape slowly approach, Ron couldn't help but shrink his body nervously to avoid being touched by the other party.

I think you'd better have a reasonable explanation, otherwise..."

Snape took a few steps forward, but the wand in his hand did not hesitate to point at Quirrell's neck.

Looking at the other party's expression that did not fake at all, Quirrell suddenly raised his hands nervously.

When he spoke again, the voice begging for mercy even brought a natural crying tone.

"No, Professor Snape, let me go, I, I'm really too nervous, it's about to come to the professor assessment period that Principal Romon said, I... I really want to get a good ranking. "

"Please, let me go this time, I, I just want to teach some more profound spell knowledge, knowledge..."

Snape did not speak, but his eyes were like eagle falcons, sharply observing something on the other party's body.

However, with Voldemort's strength, although the other party is now seriously injured and dying.

But it wasn't Snape who could find out.

Although he felt that Professor Quirrell in front of him always had an indescribable weirdness, looking at the other party, being pointed at by his own wand, he was already frightened and seemed to shake into a sieve.

With Snape's knowledge of Voldemort, the other party would never find such a useless waste to use as a force to infiltrate Hogwarts.

With a cold snort, Snape slowly put away the wand in his hand, and after looking at Professor Quirrell with gloomy eyes for a long time, he finally let go of the other party temporarily.

"Although Professor Romon allowed books in the forbidden area to be borrowed, ... Professor Quirrell, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, if you openly teach the Dark Arts to wizards at Hogwarts. "

"Professor McGonagall and I will not let you go!"

Without waiting for Quirrell to say anything, Snape then patrolled the surroundings for a week, and finally slowly walked out of the forbidden area under the nervous gazes of Ron and Quirrell.

The footsteps grew farther and farther until they were completely inaudible.

"Whew..."

Ron just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the whole person's body couldn't help but stiffen suddenly.

Damn, why not take advantage of the opportunity just now and escape from here?!

Feeling Professor Quirrell, who was also relaxed, and even ready to continue looking for the Philosopher's Stone here, Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Carefully in the direction of the exit of the forbidden book area, took one step, two steps, three steps...

Suddenly, just as Ron saw that he was about to leave the forbidden book area and escape from the shadow of the Dark Lord, the next moment, there was a sharp warning suddenly behind him.

"Who's there!?

As soon as he turned around, the next moment Professor Quirrell seemed to perceive something, the original cowardice and wandering in his eyes disappeared, and his body flew towards Ron's side abruptly.

"Damn stinky rats, give me out!"

Feeling the terrifying magic emanating from the other party, almost instinctively, Ron's eyes changed instantly, and at the same time, an obscure spell blurted out in his mouth.

"Ah!!" (read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!)

The next moment, Quirrell, who was originally like a falcon catching a rabbit, rushed towards Ron, and suddenly suffered some terrible attack in midair.

The body suddenly straightened up and fell to the ground.

The head was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes seemed to be locked, staring directly at the "void" in front of him, and a creepy scream came out of his mouth.

However, this scream was only instantaneous, but it was suddenly blocked in his mouth by the headscarf on his head, as if he had come to life.

You're going to lure that Snape guy back!"

Voldemort's warning made Ron hesitate and slowly stopped chanting.

However, the body instantly opened a large distance from the other party.

Watching his body twitch, the bandana on his head opened, revealing Quirrell with a terrifying face on the back of his head, although he didn't understand what the situation was.

However, Ron has also basically determined that it must be the Dark Lord Lord Voldemort who will take over control of Quirrell's body now.

"Little ghost, don't hide your head and show your tail, you are not Harry Potter, why do you have this thing as the invisibility cloak, come to a place like the forbidden book area at this time, you are not an obedient little wizard." "

"I think we need to have a good chat. "

In Voldemort's gloomy voice, the situation on Ron's side had been instantly guessed by the other party.

After hesitating, Ron still cautiously removed the invisibility cloak on his body, revealing a head, but he also looked ready to flee the scene at any time.

"Oh, redhead, Weasley, I know that you, the little imp who quit the Weasley family, have to say, you are very commendable for this, in that environment, even the natural strong seed will be buried in the dirt. "

Voldemort's flounder-like eyes looked at Ron's face.

Looking at the other party's wary gaze, and, with his mouth open, obviously ready to cast the spell that the Silver Demon King Romon had given him, Voldemort hurried to soothe him.

"I know you, Ron, don't be so nervous, you can see that I am not a beautiful Dark Lord now, I am not a threat to you, relax..."

Saying that, it seems that in order to prove his harmlessness, in front of Ron, slowly turned around...

God knows, Ron is extremely nervous at the moment, however, Voldemort in front of him is more cautious.

If nothing else, it's just that just now Ron cast the [Soul Spell Pain Curse], which actually directly targeted the soul, although this blow would not cause irreversible damage to the target in an instant.

It can only be said that it makes the other party extremely painful, and thus loses its combat effectiveness.

But...... That wasn't something Voldemort could risk today.

Especially after the inexplicable soul suffered another blow.

"Are you looking for the Philosopher's Stone, the kind of thing that will allow you to return to your heyday, so, the Dark Lord you were strong in your heyday, or is the Silver Lord today, Professor Romon, even stronger?"

Voldemort watched Ron calm down and breathe a slight sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, I was asked a little helplessly by the other party's question.

After a moment's consideration, he just nodded.

"Yes, Philosopher's Stone, I do need that thing right now, but... You also see, there is nothing here, as for the heyday ... I can only say that at the level of black magic, I can compete with the Silver Lord. "

Ron: "... I can feel some of your sincerity. "

Voldemort: "..."

For Ron's reaction, Voldemort was also speechless on the spot and a little angry, but the reality is that Dumbledore, who can beat him to the head, has now been driven out of Hogwarts by Romon and has become a wanted criminal in the British wizarding world.

How could he, Dumbledore's defeated subordinate, boast of himself in front of Romon?

However, the next moment, Ron suddenly took the initiative to ask a question, but it directly asked him dumbfounded.

"Dark Lord, since you are so confident in your dark magic, do you want to try to cooperate with me?"

Voldemort was stunned, but at this time, Ron seemed to be a different person, and after taking a deep breath, his eyes were full of calm and reason.

"I am a student at Hogwarts, there is no doubt that I have a greater advantage in Hogwarts, and I still have the Invisibility Vestment, whether the Philosopher's Stone is at Hogwarts or not, I will help you find it easier than Quirrell." "

"Besides..."

Ron paused slightly, and seriously looked at Voldemort, who was neither a ghost nor a ghost.

"Professor Romon definitely knows that you are at Hogwarts, but you are still this ghost, then it can only be said that Professor Romon did not mean to help you... If I have enough strength, I can exchange it from the Palace of Truth for magic potions that can save you."

Ron's words made Voldemort can't help but look at the red-haired Weasley in front of him a little differently.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that Romon Kowalski is indeed very good at changing a person, and none of those people in your family will have such thoughts as you." "

Seeing that Ron did not speak, Voldemort suddenly asked.

"Don't you worry, I find a chance to kill you, or control you with a dementor charm? 0.7"

Ron snorted coldly, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

"Professor Romon not only taught me a powerful spell, but also taught me a truth. "

"The greater the risk, the higher the gain!"

"I don't want something that I can get after handing over your head to the Ministry, and I need to take greater risks." If you think you can manipulate me, you can do it, but... Don't die at my hands. "

"Voldemort!"

Hearing that Ron dared to say his name so hard, Voldemort couldn't help but have a hideous smile on his face.

Well, Ron, I look forward to your performance, as for what you want... Someone will give it to you. "

After returning control of his body to Quirrell, the latter staggered away.

After a short period of persistence, Ron finally snapped and fell to the ground.

The pale face was covered with sweat.

Tonight's crazy experience, even now that Voldemort was gone, Ron's mind was full of his own incredible experience.

"Waterfa... You're just crazy, Ron, working with the Dark Lord... How dare you?!"

His body was paralyzed and wasted, and it took a lot of strength for Ron to finally get up from the ground with difficulty.

Until he woke up from bed the next morning, Ron, who had dark circles under his eyes, did not slow down from yesterday's events.

"It's a dream... Huh?"

Muttering in his mouth, Ron, who had just made it out of bed, shrank his pupils sharply the next moment.

Next to his pillow, I don't know when, there was a pitch-black magic book quietly.

"Watershed..."

PS: Hehe, the book results can't get up, the author went to see Zhou Dong's concert today, is there a specific update of the third chapter, and then discuss, sorry for the big guys who read the book.