Hogwarts founder returns to campus

Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead, released another protective magic, and a shield that also glowed with black air completely surrounded him.

This spell was taught to him by Voldemort. It was originally intended to be used as the last card when resisting Dumbledore, but he didn't expect to use it at this time.

Surrounded by the black tide, Salazar was lifted high, and he stood on top of the black tide, drawing a spiral pattern in the void with his fingers.

The spiral sword with a dark blue hilt appeared from the Kuroshio, and then it became larger, breaking through the Kuroshio and piercing through it, accompanied by lightning and whistling, directly hitting Quirrell's front.

The sudden lightning made Quilo's hairs stand on end, and all the sounds in his ears seemed to be amplified, and the whistling sound of the spiral sword continued to shatter his eardrums.

The two protective magics he had put his all into were all broken lightly, like soap bubbles blown by a child, vulnerable to a single blow.

Quirrell tried his best to move his body, which had been numb and stiff from fear, but unexpectedly exposed the position of his heart to the attack range of the spiral sword.

It's over!He closed his eyes in despair.

The cyclone caused by the violent rotation of the spiral sword raged on his body.It seemed that Quirrell could no longer feel the pain, and a cold and dead touch made him suddenly exhausted physically and mentally.

"How? Do you want to continue?" Salazar asked.

All the black air around has quietly dissipated, only Salazar stood quietly in the middle of the corridor.

Quirrell did not dare to move, and even needed to restrain his breathing so that he would not be panting.

A strong sense of dizziness spread in his consciousness. Except for Salazar, everything in front of him was a little blurry. The sweat on his forehead slipped over the tip of his nose and dripped onto the ground.

It was only at this moment that Quirrell realized that the student in front of him was different from all his previous cognitions.

Except for Voldemort and Dumbledore, he has not experienced this unprecedented sense of powerlessness in any other wizard.

This is simply not a power that a freshman can grasp.

"What have you done?" Quirrell lost his voice.

"Alder wand, it doesn't feel very suitable for you now." Salazar didn't answer his question directly, but instead studied the wand that he accidentally dropped on the ground.

At this moment, Quirrell suddenly remembered that in the confrontation just now, Salazar seemed to have never used a magic wand.

Wandless magic?

Is this really the level a freshman can achieve?

Salazar got closer and closer to him, looking at that exquisite face, it seemed that it did not correspond to the face surrounded by black air and turbulent just now, which made him feel like he was dreaming.

Maybe this is the magical world?

Perhaps when he brought Voldemort out of the Albanian Black Forest, the normal world was far away from him, and only endless madness and destruction greeted him.

Salazar's height was almost the same as his, and the wand that belonged to him was spinning and flying at the tip of Salazar's fingers, and his dark eyes seemed to be able to absorb even sunlight.

"Do you still want to try? With an alder wand, you should know the silent spell, right? You can try again, I am very close to you." Salazar said casually, with a relaxed tone.

The exhaustion all over his body and the near-death experience just now kept attacking Quirrell, making him sit on the ground before he knew it.

As he sat down, the robe on his body turned into dust, revealing the same broken underwear underneath.

"I still haven't fully grasped it. In fact, I just wanted to destroy your robe to scare you." Salazar lazily said, "It's back to normal!"

The powder that the robe turned into was constantly flying under the sunlight, and with the release of Salazar's Restoration Curse, it gathered again and draped it on Quirrell's body.

There was still the residual warmth of the sun on the robe, but this residual warmth made Quirrell plunge into a deeper biting cold.

He looked up at Salazar, that face was smiling, and the smile seemed to have magic too, making Quirrell take a deep breath and gradually calm down.

"Yes... Dumbledore asked you to come to me?" Quirrell hesitated.

"Of course not. I gave them a test question, and it's up to them to guess the answer." Salazar seemed to be a little bit out of the question.

"Then who are you?"

"That's a good question. Can you be considered an investor? This is a word I learned from Copernicus. I'll come and see you to see what your quality is and whether it's worth investing in."

For such words, Quirrell didn't feel much, after all, he has been walking all the way since he was a child.On the contrary, Salazar dared to say that directly, and he let down his guard: "Then how is my quality?"

"That's right, it's much better than I imagined. Can you cast the wandless spell? Show me a few." Salazar continued to tease.

The atmosphere seemed to be relaxing a lot. Quirrell stood up while leaning on the wall, and a simple target suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Please, I'm looking forward to it." The target was naturally summoned by Salazar.

"Thousands of bombs are fired! Li Song is full of energy!"

Several magic balls hit the target, and at the same time, the withdrawal spell directly disintegrated the entire target.

"How?" Quirrell felt that when he returned to school, he would ask the teacher for evaluation after using magic, hoping to get praise.

"Good job, I think it will be enough in the future." Salazar nodded and applauded a few times.

Quirrell hadn't felt this kind of joy from the bottom of his heart for a long time. Since fewer and fewer people took the Muggle Studies course he taught, even if he could still win applause in class, it couldn't make him happy.

So he chose to apply to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but unfortunately he did not expect such a move to change his life.

In order to practice his theoretical knowledge of defense against the dark arts, he took a year off to travel around Europe, but he did not expect to actually encounter Voldemort dormant in the Black Forest of Albania.

And he was bewitched by Voldemort, and the current Voldemort is still parasitic on him...

Thinking of this, Quirrell felt a sense of sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart. His world might only be left with destruction and despair, an endless darkness.

Unknowingly, his voice was choked with sobs: "There is no turning back, and I have no turning back."

"Is that the thing in the back of your head?" Salazar's voice was like a thunderbolt in the sky, a ray of dawn suddenly appearing from a thick cloud.

"You know?" Quirrell stammered again, "You...you...you know?"

"As a Ravenclaw, you're still a little off, but maybe it's because you share a head with a fool?" Salazar jokingly thought it was a joke.

But Quirrell didn't laugh. He thought that when he walked in this corridor after class, he felt the temperature drop a little.

Quirrell swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Did you..."