Chapter 105 Professor Quirrell in Action and Voldemort's Collapse

The last day of Christmas holidays.

In the corner of the corridor of the Hogwarts Infirmary, a humanoid figure seemed to be packing something.

His figure was mean and hunched, and his movements were as quick and agile as a ghost. His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets as he stared at the newspapers pasted on the wall.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, especially in one of the photos, which showed a handsome blond boy with a bright and sunny smile.

On the boy's forehead, there was a small knife stuck in it, with words such as "..

Words like "revenge, kill him, torture him to death".

It can be seen how deep the resentment is towards the boy in the photo.

"Please don't lie to me. As long as you can help me get revenge, I am willing to give you everything."

Professor Quirrell was talking to himself. At this moment, he was as thin as a skeleton, and it seemed that only a layer of skin was left on his body.

His face was sunken, his pupils were bulging, and his strange attire made people who didn't know him from a distance think he was a mummy that had come back to life.

He stayed in this dark corner for almost three months, and was always in deep self-doubt.

During the past three months, he ate very little and just sat in the corner every day, looking at the newspapers reporting on his life on the wall.

And Carl's photo muttering to himself, even Voldemort behind his head, couldn't do anything to him at the same time.

That powerful autistic belief made even Voldemort's usual eloquent persuasion completely ineffective.

If Voldemort had not kept assuring him that as long as he cooperated with him to complete his new plan, he would definitely help him get revenge.

At that time, he can kill Carl with his own hands. Professor Quirrell will 100% die here due to malnutrition and mental breakdown.

After three months of psychological counseling, Voldemort felt that he had said all the good things he could say in his life to this piece of trash.

If he doesn't come to his senses, he would rather risk his body decaying and kill this waste by force.

Seize control of the other person's body, because with TM's persuasion, Voldemort can ensure that Professor Quirrell does not starve to death.

He would definitely go crazy first. Finally today, this loser spoke up and was willing to leave his stinking doghouse.

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate well, I will definitely help you get revenge and bring you endless honor and wealth."

Voldemort was still bewitching, but Professor Quirrell was surprisingly tough. He walked quietly while speaking indignantly.

"I don't want honor or wealth, I just want to kill that guy, kill him, I must kill him."

"Keep your voice down, idiot!!"

At the end of his words, Professor Quirrell was almost shouting, and Voldemort behind him immediately scolded him.

Professor Quirrell also seemed to have given up. He stopped and stood where he was, saying indignantly.

"What am I afraid of? My name has been forever engraved in the history books of the wizarding world in a disgusting and shameful way."

"What do I have to be afraid of? Anyone can come and kill me now. I will never resist."

This desperate statement made Voldemort realize for the first time what it meant to be "the barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes".

Seeing that Professor Quirrell was about to collapse again, he could only speak patiently.

"Don't give up. You are an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. You should understand the power of wisdom and assist me."

"With the help of the greatest Dark Lord, we will definitely be able to complete the great plan and help you avenge yourself."

"When the day comes when I return, no matter if it's history or anything else, I can help you change it. It will be as if nothing happened. I can do it for sure."

Just like that, Voldemort had said all the good things in his life.

And he used all his good temper to deal with this damn waste.

He coaxed him while walking slowly, just before Voldemort's spirit was about to be broken by Professor Quirrell.

The two finally arrived at their destination, Knockturn Alley.

Walking on the streets of Fandou Alley, you can smell the pungent smell of medicine all around, mixed with the stench of rotting unknown objects.

For the first time, Voldemort felt that the smell was so pleasant. Most of the wizards walking on the street were in a hurry.

They all covered their heads with large cloaks and cast some confusion spells on their faces, making it difficult to see their true faces from a distance.

But Voldemort always felt something was strange. The atmosphere of the whole street was different from the impression in his mind.

Although the previous atmosphere of corruption, tyranny and viciousness still exists, it has become much weaker.

Moreover, the streets seem to have become somewhat lively. Many small vendors that are usually invisible now dare to set up stalls openly on the streets.

The people coming and going seemed to have bulging pockets, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were heard one after another.

The situation in the past where there was a robbery every three steps and someone could die every five steps is no longer seen.

If the goods these people were selling were not illegal, Voldemort would have felt that he had come to the wrong place.

"We have arrived at the master, what should we do now?"

Professor Quirrell, who was standing at the intersection, asked like a fool.

The Voldemort behind him was the one holding his breath, and he really wanted to pry open this guy's head to see if his mind was empty.

He really wanted to scold the other party, but thinking of the other party's previous death, he could only speak patiently.

"Let's go get the money first. Oh no, let's get back the fruits of your labor. You didn't go to class."

"But Hogwarts did not expel you. You are still a professor at Hogwarts, and your salary should be deposited in Gringotts."

"Let's go get it out. It will be easier to get things done if we have money."

"Yes, that's what I deserve." Professor Quirrell quickly agreed, "Hogwarts should compensate me."

"I was hurt like that, lying in bed for three whole months, and no one really cared about me. They all deserve to die."

Professor Quirrell's voice became louder and louder, and coupled with his strange makeup, he couldn't help but attract the attention of people around him.

Everyone looked at the funny guy in front of them as if he were a fool, even Voldemort behind Professor Quirrell's head.

They all felt humiliated. They didn't know when, but the Dark Lord who once made British magic tremble, now had thoughts of committing suicide.

He really wanted to take the life of this useless person directly, even if his body would decay quickly, but this kind of life now.

He really couldn't bear it for even a second. The depressed Voldemort was madly dissing the teaching quality of Ravenclaw College in his mind.

A bastard like this could graduate from Ravenclaw House. The intelligence of Ravenclaw is incredible.

Fortunately, Professor Quirrell, although he no longer had a face, was not completely shameless after feeling the strange looks from people around him.

He was afraid that the other party would recognize him. After all, he was now somewhat famous in the British wizarding world (even if it was not a good one).

So before Voldemort was about to collapse, he turned and walked towards Gringotts, but when he arrived at the door of Gringotts.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but feel confused.

"Master, have we come to the wrong place, or has Gringotts closed down?"