Chapter 175

Chapter 175 "Stingy" Quirrell

Professor Quirrell didn't care about the slander of those ignorant little wizards. His outward personality was that of a cowardly middle-aged man.

Everything would be worth it as long as Bai Ye could be pulled into the Death Eater camp.

Bai Ye lowered his head slightly and showed a mocking smile.

The reason why he didn't bother Voldemort these days was mainly because he learned one thing from the few words about Horcruxes in the forbidden book.

If one Horcrux is not destroyed, the owner of the Horcrux will never die.

Even if Voldemort's main soul was chopped into pieces by his Zanpakuto, he would at most fall into a deep sleep.

It might take ten thousand years or even longer to fully recover, but that is not death. For him, it's just a longer sleep.

Bai Ye hasn't found all the Horcruxes yet, which can let Voldemort jump around for a while longer.

I didn't expect that I didn't go to find them, but now they find me instead.

"Ahem, Mr. Howard, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class teaches you how to resist the harm caused by dark magic to you. It is a very important subject. I hope you can come to class like other students."

Bai Ye moved his chair back slightly. When Quirrell spoke, there was always a smell of garlic, and the pungent smell made him a little unacceptable.

Ron and Harry looked at each other in astonishment. They never expected that there would be a professor begging people to attend class.

By the way, Bai Ye can knock out dozens of wizards at the same time. Does he really need to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

"Don't refuse yet. I will lend you this carefully compiled note. If you think it helps you, you can come to my room to find me."

Professor Quirrell straightened his turban and put a brand new note that still exuded the smell of books on the table in front of Bai Ye. He left quickly without waiting for him to refuse.

"I never thought that Professor Quirrell could finish a sentence quickly and completely. It seems that he still values ​​you very much."

Hermione took the note and roughly flipped through a few pages. It was the knowledge that Professor Quirrell taught in class, but more comprehensive.

Very suitable for students like Bai Ye who have never attended classes.

This is Hermione. Harry doesn't care about books. He prefers the flying broom class in the afternoon.

Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor thinks that he was born for the ball game "Quidditch" in the magic world.

Unfortunately, the dean of the college, Snape, disagreed with him joining the college Quidditch team in his first year.

"No one will be so attentive to a person who has almost no social connections for no reason, unless he has some purpose."

Bai Ye's pupils emitted a dim golden light, aiming at the notebook in Hermione's hand.

A black and red magic like a raging fire appeared in his vision.

Obviously, this notebook is not as simple as Professor Quirrell said.

When Hermione went to the flying broom class with the students of Ravenclaw in the afternoon, Bai Ye came to the Room of Requirement with the book given to him by Quirrell.

"Seeing how careful he was, I thought he had put some incredible magic in it, but it turned out to be just a Fiery Curse."

Bai Ye tore off the interlayer hidden in the notebook, and a handwritten paper fell out of it.

He took a quick look and found that this was just the Fiery Curse, and it was only one-third of the original.

It only introduced the power of the Fiery Curse and a few spells.

If a young wizard who doesn't know this aspect practices hard, he may not even be able to use a flame.

There are some puppet black wizards who can use Fiery Curse, even if they are not very skilled, they can even set themselves on fire.

However, it is more than enough to teach Bai Ye.

"If I am really just a young wizard with a very high talent, and I encounter a powerful Fiery Curse, I am afraid I will spend a lot of effort to learn it."

Is Voldemort going to let him go astray and use him to steal the Philosopher's Stone and create the Elixir of Immortality?

Bai Ye sighed faintly in his heart, and he wanted to let Voldemort move for a while longer.

Now, he has offended me, so I have to kill him reluctantly.

I also need to find a way to imprison the soul that Voldemort might escape.

Bai Ye put the torn page back into the notebook. In order to completely get rid of Voldemort, it should be reasonable to accidentally kill Quirrell, a Death Eater.

He left the Room of Requirement and walked towards Professor Quirrell's office.

Quirrell had no classes today. In order to prevent Voldemort from being exposed, he disguised himself as a mild autistic patient. It was unlikely that he would leave the office.

The door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class opened, and Professor Quirrell saw Bai Ye holding a notebook, showing a surprised expression.

This little wizard really couldn't stand the temptation of the Fiery Curse and was successfully seduced by him.

After Professor Quirrell closed the door of the office, he secretly waved his wand and released a soundproofing spell in the room to prevent the conversation between the two from being eavesdropped by others.

With Bai Ye's perception ability, he naturally discovered Professor Quirrell's little move, but he didn't stop it.

Even if Quirrell didn't cast the soundproofing spell, he would have used it. If the opponent's screams were too miserable, it would scare the students passing by.

God knows what his reputation will become in a few days. He might even become the Dark Lord among the students.

"Quirrel, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, what do you mean by hiding half of a Dark Magic Notebook in your notebook?"

Bai Ye had a sneer on his lips. He usually gave him face and called him professor. If he didn't give him face, he would bury him in the forbidden forest.

"Oh, sorry... sorry, dear Mr. Howard, you know that the best way to fight against dark magic is to control it first."

Professor Quirrell wanted to take the notebook back from Bai Ye, but Bai Ye held it tightly. He tried his best but the notebook didn't move at all.

'What did this guy eat to grow up? Not only is he extremely accomplished in magic, but his physical strength is also ridiculous. '

He loosened the notebook with an embarrassed expression: "If you like it, I can give it to you... I can give it to you."

Professor Quirrell's heart was bleeding when he said this. He was not as distressed as he was when Voldemort pinched him hard before.

The cover of the notebook was made of black dragon leather from the Hesperidian Islands.

This kind of dragon leather can protect the paper from damage for a long time, and it is therefore extremely expensive.

If Bai Ye had not had the opportunity to serve his master, he would not have given the notes away.

"You should also be longing for more powerful magic. A talented little wizard like you should not only learn the contents of the textbooks. Magic has a broader world."

Professor Quirrell put down the notes, a flash of enthusiasm in his eyes, and said to Bai Ye with his hands and feet dancing.

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