Chapter 224 Horcrux
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 224 Horcruxes
Facing Voldemort's solicitation, Kyle could only say that there was no fluctuation in his heart.
Look at what the "big villain" said 60 years ago...for the greater good.
It sounds high-end and high-end, which makes people excited.
Contrast that with Voldemort... He doesn't give any benefits, just talking about power and status are empty promises.
To be honest, this kind of old-fashioned routine can also fool a simple fool like Quirrell.
But Kyle thought about it again, and soon felt relieved.
After all, whether it was Slytherin's locket or Hufflepuff's gold cup, all the good things Voldemort collected had been turned into Horcruxes, so it was naturally impossible to take them out.
And if he also has a slogan that can make people's blood boil...
For example, before the war, shouting "I am the chosen and only one", or "Fight for a better tomorrow", maybe the current headmaster of Hogwarts is not Dumbledore, but Riddle .
Kyle groaned in his heart.
Because of the protection of Occlumency, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw that Kyle didn't respond, he thought that his price was not enough.
"What a greedy kid..."
Voldemort continued to use his hoarse voice: "Then what if I can make you live forever... Just like me, you don't have to suffer the pain of aging, don't worry about death, and become eternity in this world!"
This time the bewitchment finally had some form.
"That's exactly what I want to ask." Kyle lowered his head, pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Voldemort, can you tell me how Horcruxes are made..."
"kill him!"
Before Kyle finished speaking, Voldemort's horrified roar came from his ears.
Horcruxes are his biggest secret. Although I don't know how the little wizard in front of him found out about it, it doesn't matter anymore, he must die!
Quirrell seemed to have wanted to do this a long time ago, and he immediately turned and raised his wand.
A green light appeared faintly...
"Awada..."
But Kyle was faster than him, and at the same time Voldemort gave the order, he also opened his own chest...
A big dog with three heads rushed out instantly and bit Quirrell's arm.
"Crack..."
The crisp voice echoed in the room.
Quirrell's hand was broken, and the wand fell to the ground. He wanted to pick it up, but in the next second, a hot flame swept over.
The Norwegian Ridgeback Noble flew behind Kyle, breathing dragon flames wantonly.
Because of being parasitized by Voldemort for a long time, and being sucked out of most of his vitality by Biting Kale, Quirrell was almost exhausted.
Under the burning of the dragon flame, his screams only lasted for a moment before disappearing.
When Kyle dispelled the dragon flames, Quirrell had only one breath left.
He lay motionless on the ground, only his chest was still heaving slightly.
If it wasn't for drinking the unicorn's blood in advance, he might have died by now.
Lu Wei opened his mouth and bit Quirrell's half body, and Norbert also flew to the side, ready to breathe out dragon flames again at any time.
"I just wanted to say..." Kyle walked over, shook his head slightly and said, "It's dangerous to point a wand at someone casually, Professor Quirrell."
"Who are you!" Voldemort's eyes flashed fiercely.
If eyes could kill, Kyle would have died countless times already... Well, Voldemort's eyes can indeed kill, but unfortunately he is too weak now to cast spells without a wand.
Quirrell's state can't allow him to draw another life force.
"Mr. Voldemort, your time is precious now, so don't say anything useless."
Kyle asked again: "How is the Horcrux made?"
At this time, Voldemort seemed to accept everything in front of him, and gradually became calm.
"How did you know about Horcruxes?" He asked.
"Coincidentally, you should know the Room of Requirement, that magical room on the eighth floor."
Kyle smiled and said, "Guess what I found inside..."
"Tsk, I have to say, that plaster statue is really ugly."
"Ravenclaw's diadem..." Voldemort said dryly.
"That's right...Of course, after all, you put it there with your own hands, so you must know it."
Kyle said: "When I first found it, I was ecstatic, but soon I realized that it was not right."
"Afterwards, I spent a whole school year rummaging through all the books at home to confirm that the diadem was made into a Horcrux."
"I'm very curious about this, but the content of those books is too general, and there is no information about the production process of the Horcrux."
"I've also looked at the restricted section of the library, and there's no clues there either..."
"It's Dumbledore..." Voldemort sneered, "Maybe he put away all the books about Horcruxes, that hypocrite."
"So, I can only ask you." Kyle shrugged and said, "After all, I can't ask the principal for those things."
"But why should I tell you." Voldemort sneered: "You can kill Quirrell now, he is just a waste, a tool that is not very handy, even if he is dead, it will have no effect on me."
"It seems that you don't intend to tell me." Kyle said disappointedly.
"No, I changed my mind. I decided to tell you. As a reward for discovering the crown, I decided to tell you everything about the Horcrux!"
Voldemort laughed suddenly, laughing like a madman: "Hey hey hey...Dumbledore, my dear professor, you must not agree with me teaching him these things, but I want to teach... What can you do to me? How about it, great... Dumbledore?"
"Listen well, the production of Horcruxes requires killing... But before that, you need to master a special spell, which allows you to touch your own soul..."
Kyle was slightly taken aback. He had planned to hand over the crown to Dumbledore to threaten Voldemort, but he unexpectedly agreed inexplicably.
Just to compete with Dumbledore?
What is this, falling in love and killing each other?Dumbledore is too popular...
But none of this has anything to do with him.
Kyle gave Voldemort a wary look, then produced his shorthand quill and parchment.
The room seemed to have turned into a classroom all of a sudden, but the professor in front of him was a bit dangerous, the kind who would kill him at any time.
To be honest, Voldemort really has the potential to be a professor. He can always find the most critical issues, and then use his own understanding to summarize those lengthy contents into a few sentences.
Even if it was as complicated as a Horcrux, he finished it in just a few minutes. There was no nonsense in the whole process, and it was all dry stuff.
"I'm looking forward to it..." Voldemort sneered, "If you were discovered by Dumbledore when you were making Horcruxes... His expression must be very exciting... Hehe."
Facing Voldemort's solicitation, Kyle could only say that there was no fluctuation in his heart.
Look at what the "big villain" said 60 years ago...for the greater good.
It sounds high-end and high-end, which makes people excited.
Contrast that with Voldemort... He doesn't give any benefits, just talking about power and status are empty promises.
To be honest, this kind of old-fashioned routine can also fool a simple fool like Quirrell.
But Kyle thought about it again, and soon felt relieved.
After all, whether it was Slytherin's locket or Hufflepuff's gold cup, all the good things Voldemort collected had been turned into Horcruxes, so it was naturally impossible to take them out.
And if he also has a slogan that can make people's blood boil...
For example, before the war, shouting "I am the chosen and only one", or "Fight for a better tomorrow", maybe the current headmaster of Hogwarts is not Dumbledore, but Riddle .
Kyle groaned in his heart.
Because of the protection of Occlumency, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw that Kyle didn't respond, he thought that his price was not enough.
"What a greedy kid..."
Voldemort continued to use his hoarse voice: "Then what if I can make you live forever... Just like me, you don't have to suffer the pain of aging, don't worry about death, and become eternity in this world!"
This time the bewitchment finally had some form.
"That's exactly what I want to ask." Kyle lowered his head, pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Voldemort, can you tell me how Horcruxes are made..."
"kill him!"
Before Kyle finished speaking, Voldemort's horrified roar came from his ears.
Horcruxes are his biggest secret. Although I don't know how the little wizard in front of him found out about it, it doesn't matter anymore, he must die!
Quirrell seemed to have wanted to do this a long time ago, and he immediately turned and raised his wand.
A green light appeared faintly...
"Awada..."
But Kyle was faster than him, and at the same time Voldemort gave the order, he also opened his own chest...
A big dog with three heads rushed out instantly and bit Quirrell's arm.
"Crack..."
The crisp voice echoed in the room.
Quirrell's hand was broken, and the wand fell to the ground. He wanted to pick it up, but in the next second, a hot flame swept over.
The Norwegian Ridgeback Noble flew behind Kyle, breathing dragon flames wantonly.
Because of being parasitized by Voldemort for a long time, and being sucked out of most of his vitality by Biting Kale, Quirrell was almost exhausted.
Under the burning of the dragon flame, his screams only lasted for a moment before disappearing.
When Kyle dispelled the dragon flames, Quirrell had only one breath left.
He lay motionless on the ground, only his chest was still heaving slightly.
If it wasn't for drinking the unicorn's blood in advance, he might have died by now.
Lu Wei opened his mouth and bit Quirrell's half body, and Norbert also flew to the side, ready to breathe out dragon flames again at any time.
"I just wanted to say..." Kyle walked over, shook his head slightly and said, "It's dangerous to point a wand at someone casually, Professor Quirrell."
"Who are you!" Voldemort's eyes flashed fiercely.
If eyes could kill, Kyle would have died countless times already... Well, Voldemort's eyes can indeed kill, but unfortunately he is too weak now to cast spells without a wand.
Quirrell's state can't allow him to draw another life force.
"Mr. Voldemort, your time is precious now, so don't say anything useless."
Kyle asked again: "How is the Horcrux made?"
At this time, Voldemort seemed to accept everything in front of him, and gradually became calm.
"How did you know about Horcruxes?" He asked.
"Coincidentally, you should know the Room of Requirement, that magical room on the eighth floor."
Kyle smiled and said, "Guess what I found inside..."
"Tsk, I have to say, that plaster statue is really ugly."
"Ravenclaw's diadem..." Voldemort said dryly.
"That's right...Of course, after all, you put it there with your own hands, so you must know it."
Kyle said: "When I first found it, I was ecstatic, but soon I realized that it was not right."
"Afterwards, I spent a whole school year rummaging through all the books at home to confirm that the diadem was made into a Horcrux."
"I'm very curious about this, but the content of those books is too general, and there is no information about the production process of the Horcrux."
"I've also looked at the restricted section of the library, and there's no clues there either..."
"It's Dumbledore..." Voldemort sneered, "Maybe he put away all the books about Horcruxes, that hypocrite."
"So, I can only ask you." Kyle shrugged and said, "After all, I can't ask the principal for those things."
"But why should I tell you." Voldemort sneered: "You can kill Quirrell now, he is just a waste, a tool that is not very handy, even if he is dead, it will have no effect on me."
"It seems that you don't intend to tell me." Kyle said disappointedly.
"No, I changed my mind. I decided to tell you. As a reward for discovering the crown, I decided to tell you everything about the Horcrux!"
Voldemort laughed suddenly, laughing like a madman: "Hey hey hey...Dumbledore, my dear professor, you must not agree with me teaching him these things, but I want to teach... What can you do to me? How about it, great... Dumbledore?"
"Listen well, the production of Horcruxes requires killing... But before that, you need to master a special spell, which allows you to touch your own soul..."
Kyle was slightly taken aback. He had planned to hand over the crown to Dumbledore to threaten Voldemort, but he unexpectedly agreed inexplicably.
Just to compete with Dumbledore?
What is this, falling in love and killing each other?Dumbledore is too popular...
But none of this has anything to do with him.
Kyle gave Voldemort a wary look, then produced his shorthand quill and parchment.
The room seemed to have turned into a classroom all of a sudden, but the professor in front of him was a bit dangerous, the kind who would kill him at any time.
To be honest, Voldemort really has the potential to be a professor. He can always find the most critical issues, and then use his own understanding to summarize those lengthy contents into a few sentences.
Even if it was as complicated as a Horcrux, he finished it in just a few minutes. There was no nonsense in the whole process, and it was all dry stuff.
"I'm looking forward to it..." Voldemort sneered, "If you were discovered by Dumbledore when you were making Horcruxes... His expression must be very exciting... Hehe."
