Chapter 23 Voldemort

"Classmates, I feel a little uncomfortable and need to leave for a while. You can study on your own first." Quirrell seemed to be enduring severe pain. He explained to the students in a trembling voice and stuttered, then staggered out of the classroom.

After receiving the information from the stone tablet, Light couldn't help but smile as he watched Quirrell hurriedly leaving.

"It seems that Mr. Voldemort's psychological endurance is not very good! He lost his temper just because he ingested the 'Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Fudge, brewing coffee and talking about heroes' that I synthesized. How petty."

"If he knew about the various prank videos in my previous life, he would be so angry that his head would fall off."

Thinking of the memories he had synthesized, he couldn't help but laugh strangely.

The young wizard was quiet for a moment as he watched Quirrell stumble away, but then he started to make a fuss.

"Ah!!! Master, no! Please forgive me." Quirrell lay on the floor of his office, wailing madly, his body twitching constantly.

Just as Qi Luo screamed, the tightly wrapped sackcloth on his head suddenly loosened, revealing a face behind his head. There was a faint black aura wrapped around the face, and the facial features were blurred.

"I want Fudge dead, I want Dumbledore dead. I want everyone who knows about that report dead." Voldemort thought of the memories he had acquired, his tone was cold but his heart was a little more alert.

In the memory Voldemort acquired, Minister of Magic Fudge and Dumbledore were sitting opposite each other in the living room.

"Headmaster, do you know how many heroes there are in the wizarding world?" Minister Fudge sat on a chair, dancing with a hand-grinded coffee machine in his hand, and asked Dumbledore who was sitting opposite him.

"Can the Dark Lord of Britain be called a hero?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Voldemort is brave and aggressive, short-sighted and foolish. He forgets his life when he sees little profit. He is nothing but a mentally retarded person! He is like a dry bone in a grave." Fudge stopped what he was doing and poured Dumbledore a cup of coffee.

"Oh! Then who do you think can be the hero?" Dumbledore glanced at the coffee but did not drink it.

"The heroes of the wizarding world are the headmaster and I. When the time comes, I will concoct a plan to revive Voldemort, and then the headmaster will defeat him. In this way, you will gain fame, I will be re-elected, and we will all have a bright future. Hehehe!"

The memory ended here. Although Voldemort was very dissatisfied with Fudge's evaluation of him, his next words were the reason why Voldemort felt murderous.

He had been a wandering soul for ten years, and just as he returned to Hogwarts, he heard that someone was trying to trap him, which made him suspicious.

"The Philosopher's Stone must be obtained as quickly as possible. As long as my condition is restored, I will not be afraid of anyone. Also, I want you to investigate the identity of that little wizard." Voldemort stopped torturing and ordered Quirrell in a hoarse and cold voice.

"Yes, Master. Your orders are everything to me." Quirrell prostrated himself on the ground, trembling as he responded to Voldemort with humble words.

In the lounge, four people were eating lunch at a round table.

"This teacher is awful. Not only does he not teach anything, but he also makes us leave early." Hermione said angrily.

"No way! You just care about him leaving early. He smells and he dresses so weird, and you just care about him leaving early." Ron looked at Hermione in shock, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand.

"I guess there's no way our Defense Against Magic class can be successful. What should we do?" Harry ate his meal with a dejected look on his face.

"It's okay. If you want, I'll teach you a fun magic." Wright comforted Harry casually.

"Okay! Okay! I want to learn." Harry was instantly happy, and Hermione and Ron also looked at Wright.

"Would you like to join us?" Wright invited.

"Okay!" Hermione and Ron agreed in unison.

The four of them quickly finished their meal and ran to an empty classroom to start learning magic.

"Expelliarmus," Wright finished explaining the spell. He waved his wand and a flash of light appeared. The chair on the ground was instantly knocked away and hit the wall, breaking into pieces.

'As good as new', the broken chair returned to its original state under the power of the recovery spell.

"That's about it. You practice and I'll guide you." Wright said to the three people.

The three of them nodded continuously upon hearing this.

Wright continued to cast recovery spells so that the three could practice magic in front of the chairs without worry.

"Okay, that's almost it. You guys go back first! We have herbal medicine classes in the afternoon. I'll restore the classroom to its original state first." Wright glanced at the sky and said to the three of them.

The trio felt a little unsatisfied, but they still went back obediently.

"Phew! Done." Looking at the classroom restored to its original state, Wright turned and left.

"Student, where is the report you read? I couldn't find the report you mentioned." Just as Wright was leaving the classroom, a sinister voice was heard.

"What report? Oh! That, of course, I can't find it now. It will take some time."

Wright was stunned at first, then he reacted and spoke frankly.

"What do you mean, are you kidding me?" Quirrell, who was hiding in the dark, appeared in front of Wright with that strange smell of garlic.

"No! I occasionally see some weird things in my dreams, so I asked the teacher about the mysterious man in class." Wright said meaningfully.

"Then what else do you know?" Quirrell said with a little excitement.

"Why should I tell you."

"What do you want me to do to tell you?" Qi Luo's breathing became a little rapid when he heard it, and he asked while suppressing his anger.

"I won't tell you, it will make you anxious to death." After saying that, Wright ran away quickly.

When Qi Luo saw this and wanted to follow, a hoarse voice came into his ears: "No need to chase, I already got what I wanted."

At the same time, Wright also received the message:

"Complete the mileage 'Deceiving the Dark Lord', mileage point increased by 1."

"I sent a message to alert Voldemort first and let him come to me. Then I let him absorb the false memory of Dumbledore's confrontation with the resurrected Voldemort."

"After all, people are lazy. When they know the result is beneficial to themselves, they will basically obey. In addition, Voldemort has suffered a loss from the prophecy once, so he will be much more cautious this time."

After confirming that Quirrell had not caught up and knowing that Voldemort had been fooled, Light grinned.

"I gained mileage points, and Voldemort gained happiness. Everyone has a bright future."

Wright walked towards the library while humming a song.

When Wright arrived at the library, he took out "On the Rational Configuration of Wizard Duels" from the bookshelf in the white magic area and started reading.

Wright flipped through the book and suddenly felt countless inspirations appear in his mind. He began to deduce his own combat mode.

"We are still missing a decisive move that can deliver a fatal blow." Wright closed the book and summarized all the magic he knew.