Chapter 41 Good Night
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tver helplessly looked at the chess game in which he was gradually reaching a dead end. Unexpectedly, the lecturer was not distracted, but the lecturer was distracted.
"Of course, it is still difficult for you now, so you can choose the required spells and assist in some practical combat."
"There is still one year, enough time for you to prepare."
After comforting Percy, who was frowning more and more, they were ready to start the next game.
But at this moment, Tver suddenly had a thought.
The induction magic he arranged in the corridor on the fourth floor was touched.
This was the first time since the arrangement that he felt the feedback brought by induction magic.
This time it won't be a little wizard traveling at night, right?
He didn't show it though, and continued playing chess with Percy.
It was just Cedric and the others who realized the differences between people.
After having Percy, the professors were nonchalant about their questions. They also said, "The answers are in the textbook, remember to read them carefully." An obviously perfunctory answer.
But when facing Percy, the professor said, "If you are interested, the training dummies will be given to you in more than a week. They can only be used for a month anyway."
You are too utilitarian!
After quietly looking at each other, they unanimously made a determination - they must improve their wizard chess skills and strive to become teaching tools!
At 55:[-], Tver finished work on time. After Percy and the others left the classroom, he quietly walked up to the fourth floor.
Curfew was approaching, and little wizards would rush by from time to time.
At the stairway on the third floor, Filch was also holding an oil lamp, with a cat standing at his feet. Sometimes he stared at the little wizard, and sometimes he looked down at an old pocket watch, anticipating the arrival of the curfew.
However, the fourth floor is still a restricted area. Even if a little wizard accidentally stays here, he will be reminded and pulled away by his friends.
Tver glanced at the door.
That person also applied induction magic to this door, but it was too rough and seemed to be arranged randomly.
He blocked it off casually and sensed the movement inside.
There is music, but there is not much magic fluctuation.
Unless the wizard who came in was watching the sleeping posture of the three-headed dog without moving, it would be impossible not to be sensed by him.
So he opened the door with confidence.
Well, the wizard was indeed admiring the sleeping form of the three-headed dog.
"You're finally here, Tver."
Quirrell, who had his back turned to him, turned around and looked at him smugly.
Seeing that the Illusion Body Curse was broken, Tver appeared and looked at Quirrell suspiciously, as if he didn't recognize him.
"How do you know it was me?"
"It's easy to guess, isn't it? The new professor is very powerful." Quirrell's expression suddenly turned ferocious. "You also instigated the students to attack me! Who else but you!"
Tver's eyes were speechless, he didn't expect Quirrell to be quite cautious.
"If I say it was really an accident, would you believe it?"
"I...!" Quirrell gritted his teeth angrily, but the next second he smiled an ugly smile, "It doesn't matter, anyway, your identity has been exposed, and we are on the same starting line now."
This did surprise Tver.
The longer it was hidden, the better it would be for him, but he didn't expect Quirrell to suddenly become smarter and deceive him.
Of course, he preferred to believe that this was Voldemort's method.
Fortunately, his and Voldemort's goals were the same for the time being.
"Don't be so hostile. Our goals are the same. Why can't we be more friendly?"
Quirrell sneered, but did not continue to mock Tweel. He also knew that both parties now needed to work together to hide from Dumbledore and get the Sorcerer's Stone.
"In this case, would my good friend take me down to have a look?"
"Very happy."
The two of them pretended to be coy, and Tver led him along the ground with ease, and came to the chessboard for the third time.
"Go on, why don't you move forward?!" Quirrell asked eagerly.
Tver shrugged, "If you want to open the door in front, you have to win this game. This chessboard is not easy, at least I haven't been able to get past it yet."
Even if he could get through it, Tver wouldn't do it.
He also needs Quirrell to help him lure Dumbledore away and get the Sorcerer's Stone!
Seeing Quirrell pacing back and forth angrily, he encouraged: "Why don't you try this chessboard to see if I lie?"
Quirrell originally wanted to retort, but a voice suddenly sounded in his head.
"Go up and give it a try."
"But Lord Dark Lord, I don't know how to play wizard chess," Quirrell's eyes suddenly lit up, "Can you? How about I let you play this game?"
"……I do not know either!"
Voldemort roared angrily and became silent.
Quirrell immediately shrank his neck and whispered: "You won't let me go up?"
Tweel thought that Quirrell was thinking of some evil idea, and was afraid that he would pass through the level violently and attract professors like Dumbledore.
"Don't think about it. Unless you can get the chess record assigned by Professor McGonagall, you will have to find a way to win this game."
Quirrell hesitated for a while, and finally went up to try it.
He still learned the rules now, and he lost faster than Well.
"The front is the work of Sprout and Professor Flitwick, and the levels behind are the layouts of Snape and you, and of course, Dumbledore's."
Quirrell nodded in agreement.
He knew this when he was called by Dumbledore to set up the levels.
"Don't worry, my arrangement is very simple. The key is Dumbledore's magic. Do you have a clue?"
"no!"
After flatly rejecting Quirrell, Tver left him and left here.
This matter should give him a headache slowly.
As soon as he returned to the office, the ring in his pocket couldn't wait to make a sound.
"Is this my true form? It's really shameful." Voldemort said disdainfully.
Tver took out the ring and played with it in his hand.
"By the way, can you sense each other?"
"Wouldn't you know if you removed the shielding magic on the ring?" Voldemort encouraged.
"So, that means there is?" Tver chuckled.
"... If I had known better, I would not have split my soul and gone to get some Horcrux. I feel like my IQ has dropped a lot."
Voldemort, resigned to his fate, continued: "We are more like separated hands and feet. Unless we get closer or are eliminated, only the main body can actively communicate with Horcruxes."
"Then have you sensed the soul of a certain child?"
"What? A child?" Voldemort suddenly became anxious, "Which child still has my soul in him? Wouldn't that mean he can be resurrected?!"
It seems that the soul fragments in Harry's body are still well hidden. I wonder if the magic left by his mother is at work.
But it is really amazing magic.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be silent, Tver! Tell me quickly!"
Tver put the ring away, and the noisy voice disappeared immediately.
"Good night."
"Of course, it is still difficult for you now, so you can choose the required spells and assist in some practical combat."
"There is still one year, enough time for you to prepare."
After comforting Percy, who was frowning more and more, they were ready to start the next game.
But at this moment, Tver suddenly had a thought.
The induction magic he arranged in the corridor on the fourth floor was touched.
This was the first time since the arrangement that he felt the feedback brought by induction magic.
This time it won't be a little wizard traveling at night, right?
He didn't show it though, and continued playing chess with Percy.
It was just Cedric and the others who realized the differences between people.
After having Percy, the professors were nonchalant about their questions. They also said, "The answers are in the textbook, remember to read them carefully." An obviously perfunctory answer.
But when facing Percy, the professor said, "If you are interested, the training dummies will be given to you in more than a week. They can only be used for a month anyway."
You are too utilitarian!
After quietly looking at each other, they unanimously made a determination - they must improve their wizard chess skills and strive to become teaching tools!
At 55:[-], Tver finished work on time. After Percy and the others left the classroom, he quietly walked up to the fourth floor.
Curfew was approaching, and little wizards would rush by from time to time.
At the stairway on the third floor, Filch was also holding an oil lamp, with a cat standing at his feet. Sometimes he stared at the little wizard, and sometimes he looked down at an old pocket watch, anticipating the arrival of the curfew.
However, the fourth floor is still a restricted area. Even if a little wizard accidentally stays here, he will be reminded and pulled away by his friends.
Tver glanced at the door.
That person also applied induction magic to this door, but it was too rough and seemed to be arranged randomly.
He blocked it off casually and sensed the movement inside.
There is music, but there is not much magic fluctuation.
Unless the wizard who came in was watching the sleeping posture of the three-headed dog without moving, it would be impossible not to be sensed by him.
So he opened the door with confidence.
Well, the wizard was indeed admiring the sleeping form of the three-headed dog.
"You're finally here, Tver."
Quirrell, who had his back turned to him, turned around and looked at him smugly.
Seeing that the Illusion Body Curse was broken, Tver appeared and looked at Quirrell suspiciously, as if he didn't recognize him.
"How do you know it was me?"
"It's easy to guess, isn't it? The new professor is very powerful." Quirrell's expression suddenly turned ferocious. "You also instigated the students to attack me! Who else but you!"
Tver's eyes were speechless, he didn't expect Quirrell to be quite cautious.
"If I say it was really an accident, would you believe it?"
"I...!" Quirrell gritted his teeth angrily, but the next second he smiled an ugly smile, "It doesn't matter, anyway, your identity has been exposed, and we are on the same starting line now."
This did surprise Tver.
The longer it was hidden, the better it would be for him, but he didn't expect Quirrell to suddenly become smarter and deceive him.
Of course, he preferred to believe that this was Voldemort's method.
Fortunately, his and Voldemort's goals were the same for the time being.
"Don't be so hostile. Our goals are the same. Why can't we be more friendly?"
Quirrell sneered, but did not continue to mock Tweel. He also knew that both parties now needed to work together to hide from Dumbledore and get the Sorcerer's Stone.
"In this case, would my good friend take me down to have a look?"
"Very happy."
The two of them pretended to be coy, and Tver led him along the ground with ease, and came to the chessboard for the third time.
"Go on, why don't you move forward?!" Quirrell asked eagerly.
Tver shrugged, "If you want to open the door in front, you have to win this game. This chessboard is not easy, at least I haven't been able to get past it yet."
Even if he could get through it, Tver wouldn't do it.
He also needs Quirrell to help him lure Dumbledore away and get the Sorcerer's Stone!
Seeing Quirrell pacing back and forth angrily, he encouraged: "Why don't you try this chessboard to see if I lie?"
Quirrell originally wanted to retort, but a voice suddenly sounded in his head.
"Go up and give it a try."
"But Lord Dark Lord, I don't know how to play wizard chess," Quirrell's eyes suddenly lit up, "Can you? How about I let you play this game?"
"……I do not know either!"
Voldemort roared angrily and became silent.
Quirrell immediately shrank his neck and whispered: "You won't let me go up?"
Tweel thought that Quirrell was thinking of some evil idea, and was afraid that he would pass through the level violently and attract professors like Dumbledore.
"Don't think about it. Unless you can get the chess record assigned by Professor McGonagall, you will have to find a way to win this game."
Quirrell hesitated for a while, and finally went up to try it.
He still learned the rules now, and he lost faster than Well.
"The front is the work of Sprout and Professor Flitwick, and the levels behind are the layouts of Snape and you, and of course, Dumbledore's."
Quirrell nodded in agreement.
He knew this when he was called by Dumbledore to set up the levels.
"Don't worry, my arrangement is very simple. The key is Dumbledore's magic. Do you have a clue?"
"no!"
After flatly rejecting Quirrell, Tver left him and left here.
This matter should give him a headache slowly.
As soon as he returned to the office, the ring in his pocket couldn't wait to make a sound.
"Is this my true form? It's really shameful." Voldemort said disdainfully.
Tver took out the ring and played with it in his hand.
"By the way, can you sense each other?"
"Wouldn't you know if you removed the shielding magic on the ring?" Voldemort encouraged.
"So, that means there is?" Tver chuckled.
"... If I had known better, I would not have split my soul and gone to get some Horcrux. I feel like my IQ has dropped a lot."
Voldemort, resigned to his fate, continued: "We are more like separated hands and feet. Unless we get closer or are eliminated, only the main body can actively communicate with Horcruxes."
"Then have you sensed the soul of a certain child?"
"What? A child?" Voldemort suddenly became anxious, "Which child still has my soul in him? Wouldn't that mean he can be resurrected?!"
It seems that the soul fragments in Harry's body are still well hidden. I wonder if the magic left by his mother is at work.
But it is really amazing magic.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be silent, Tver! Tell me quickly!"
Tver put the ring away, and the noisy voice disappeared immediately.
"Good night."
