After he stopped, he immediately turned around and said in a slightly jealous tone: "You know? I actually envy you. Because you got everything I dreamed of at such a young age, whether it's talent, fame, or...

An adult likes it."

"What exactly do you want to express, professor?"

Zuo Si looked directly into the opponent's eyes without any hesitation. The hand hidden in the sleeve of his long robe had already grasped the wand and was ready for battle.

"I mean, it's time for you to make a choice now. I believe that with your intelligence, you should understand who the black magic knowledge comes from, right?"

When he said these words, Quirrell obviously had a threatening tone, and at the same time, he leaned forward slightly to show an aggressive posture.

He felt that although he had failed to satisfy the Dark Lord with several actions, he still had no problem dealing with a first-year student.

It's a pity that Zuo Si is obviously not an ordinary first-year student at Hogwarts, and he was not intimidated by such a low-level threat. He shrugged nonchalantly: "So? If my answer is no, do you still plan to

Should I report my research on dark arts to Headmaster Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic?

Don’t forget, those things were all given to me by you.

Even if you are held accountable, I'm afraid you will be the first to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

And with my current age and reputation in the magical world, I can only admit my mistakes when the time comes, and then claim that you were the one deliberately setting up the trap to seduce me.

Guess, will the people at the Ministry of Magic believe me, a promising star of tomorrow, or you, a lackey possessed by the Dark Lord?"

As the last word blurted out, Quirinus Quirrell's expression suddenly changed.

He never dreamed that the biggest secret in his heart would be revealed so easily.

"You...how did you know?" Quirrell backed away in panic.

"Dear professor, I knew it from the beginning. I just thought that I could get more benefits by cooperating with you in acting, that's all. What's really ridiculous is that you have been played like a clown by your master from beginning to end. You

Do you think what I said is right, Your Majesty the Dark Lord?"

Zuo Si directly turned his attention to the incomplete soul hidden in Quirrell's body.

"Hahahaha! You are as smart as expected, Soth."

Voldemort let out a creepy laugh.

"Master?!"

Quirrell, no matter how stupid he was at this moment, realized that something was not quite right.

Unfortunately, Voldemort had no intention of explaining, but directly took away control of his body, took off the large scarf used to cover it, and a vague human face slowly emerged from the back of his head.

"Tell me, how did you detect my existence?"

"It's very simple. Knowledge can't lie. Although Professor Quirrell's magic level is considered excellent among most adult wizards, he is still far from being able to write those notes." Zuo Si said calmly.

The answer was given.

"That's right! Knowledge can't lie." An expression of approval appeared on Voldemort's face. "I'm very happy that you can see through these little tricks. After all, I have given you so many hints. If you can't even do this,

It’s so disappointing.”

"No, I should be the one who is disappointed. Because your current state is really not worthy of the title of Dark Lord, which makes the entire British magic world fearful." Zuo Si commented unceremoniously.

Maybe other people in this world have no good way to deal with a half-dead soul like Voldemort.

But for him as a double elect, a priest and a mage, completely destroying a remnant soul without any magical power protection is easier than crushing an ant.

Therefore, the Voldemort in front of him cannot pose even the slightest threat to him.

If someone else had said this, Voldemort would have been furious or turned his back on the spot, chanting Avada Kedavra's incantation to kill him.

But today for some reason, he was very rare and lifeless. Instead, he lowered his head and glanced at Quirrell's body under his control, sighing slightly: "Yes! I have never hated my weakness and powerlessness as much as I do now. But.

It doesn't matter, I still have a chance to make a comeback. As long as you are willing to be loyal to me, I promise to give you unimaginable power, status and more knowledge of black magic after resurrection."

"Power? Position?"

Zuo Si smiled disdainfully.

"Sorry, I don't think the poor population of the British wizarding world is worth pursuing the so-called power and status.

As for the knowledge of black magic, more than 80% of the notes you gave me are worthless junk content, which makes people not even interested in in-depth research.

If I didn't have high expectations for your attainments in black magic, I wouldn't even bother to cooperate with Professor Quirrell in carrying out this play until now.

Finally, about allegiance...

Sorry, I don't think a moody mentally ill person with mental problems is worth taking refuge in.

So please throw away those unrealistic delusions."

"What did you say?!"

Voldemort was obviously angered, and his whole body exuded strong murderous intent.

"I'm saying that you are a mentally ill and moody psychopath. What, isn't my English pronunciation clear enough? It doesn't matter, I can repeat it to you in French or Latin."

Facing the Dark Lord who terrified the British magic world, Zuo Si showed no fear at all, and did not even take the madness and destruction revealed in his eyes as the same thing.

This kind of naked and undisguised contempt undoubtedly made Voldemort feel unprecedentedly offended. He immediately raised his wand and said with a ferocious expression: "It seems that I need to let you understand your situation first."

"Is it just how you look now? You should be the one who really doesn't understand your situation."

Zuo Si looked at the other person up and down with a slightly playful look.

"Cut out the bones!"

Voldemort was obviously not the kind of person with a high level of tolerance, so he immediately chose to use the Cruciatus Curse to teach the arrogant student in front of him a lesson.

Unfortunately, Zuo Si was obviously well prepared. With his 18-point agility attribute, he easily avoided the beam of light emitted from the front of the opponent's wand.

Since most of the magic in this world is released through long-range ray contact, as long as you react quickly enough and move quickly enough, there is a high probability that you can avoid it.

This is completely different from Faerun's directional magic, which can only rely on its own vitality and resistance once it is locked.

Moreover, Zuo Si has been wearing magic boots that can increase his movement speed, and he activated the [Haze Technique] and [Mirror Image Technique] as soon as he was attacked. The whole person looked like several blurry and connected illusions.

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Let alone aiming and hitting the target, even if you look at it for a long time, your eyes will suffer from double images, trance, and other visual fatigue.

Voldemort had obviously never encountered a similar situation.

After failing to hit the target several times in a row, he immediately stopped attacking, frowned and asked in a slightly doubtful tone: "What kind of magic is this? Why have I never seen or heard of it?"

Zuo Si responded with a half-smile: "It's just a very low-level, very common illusion. How come, the Dark Lord, who is so terrifying that I can't even mention his name, can't even do this little trick?"
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"Are you deliberately irritating me?"

Voldemort was obviously not a fool, and he quickly came to his senses after a brief moment of rage.

Although I didn’t understand why the other party did this, I quickly became wary.

After all, he is just a remnant soul now, and he does not have the ability to cast spells. Instead, he has to use Quirrell's body to release spells, which is far less powerful than when he was alive before.

"It seems like what I expected, you can't control your emotions very well, especially negative emotions. If you don't mind, can you tell me whether this is a side effect of making Horcruxes to repeatedly tear your soul, or whether it is a long-term use of something like

Is it caused by black magic that requires strong negative emotions to strengthen its power?"

An expression of interest appeared on Zuo Si's face.

As a very curious person, he has long wanted to find a living sample to understand the impact of long-term use of black magic on people's personality and way of thinking.

And Voldemort, who cast the three unforgivable curses upon his first move, is undoubtedly the best target to observe.

Because no one in this world except this guy would use malicious black magic so frequently.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si's "guinea pig" look made Voldemort feel very uncomfortable. He immediately raised his wand and threatened: "Do you think you can avoid my spell with these illusions? Now, I will let you

You see what real black magic is."

As the last word blurted out, he suddenly shot out a ball of red flames containing a terrible curse from the front of the wand.

In less than a few seconds, the latter quickly devoured everything that could burn around it and expanded itself, turning into a giant fire snake that was tens of meters long.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Si showed no sign of weakness and waved his wand to summon another blue giant dragon, Li Huo.

In the blink of an eye, the two groups of fierce fire rushed together and began to try to strangle each other.

The dazzling firelight and the scattered flames even lit up the black night sky, and the surrounding forests and trees also disappeared in pieces under the burning flames.

On the contrary, Li Huo becomes larger and larger as it swallows more materials that can be burned.

Standing at the feet of two giant beasts made entirely of magical flames, feeling the heat wave hitting his face, Zuo Si asked with a smile: "Don't you think you are the only one who can be fierce?"

"Where did you learn to summon fierce fire? I don't remember Hogwarts teaching first-year students these things." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and asked.

Through the fierce fire in the form of a giant dragon, he had realized that the growth rate of the young man in front of him had far exceeded his expectations.

It would be very difficult to take down Quirrell with the magic power of his body alone.

"Quite simply, all this knowledge can be found in the restricted area of ​​the library, and there is no protection there.

As long as you sneak in at night, you can easily learn all kinds of powerful spells and magic.
To be continued...