Chapter 117 Become My Right-Hand Arm
Faced with Sebastian's interruption, Voldemort was not angry, but looked at Sebastian with his scarlet eyes.
"Sebastian Swann..." Voldemort's voice sounded like a whisper.
"I know you, an excellent pure-blood wizard, and I admire you very much."
"You should know that my ruling theory is pure-blood supremacy, so I really need outstanding people like you to join my team."
"Look, there is no conflict between us. As long as you hand over the boy to me, I can get the Philosopher's Stone."
"Once I have made enough of the elixir, I can recreate a body, a living body."
"Then I will be alive again, instead of being a shadow sharing a body with others like I am now."
"By then, I will rule the entire wizarding world. As long as you join me, I will make you my right-hand man and give you supreme power."
Voldemort's voice was low and seductive, with an irresistible power, as if every word could reach deep into one's heart.
His eyes flashed dangerously as he spoke to the person in front of him.
"As a businessman with a unique vision, you should be able to see that by my side, you will have endless power and glory."
"By then, you won't have to flatter anyone. Those who are high and mighty in front of you will all prostrate themselves at your feet."
“Your potential has not yet been fully tapped, and you are capable of achieving greater things.”
"Those so-called morals and laws are nothing but excuses for cowards."
"The strong live and the weak die. This is an eternal truth. Are you willing to stand on the side of the strong, or continue to let those morals and righteousness bind you and become a weak person?"
"As long as you are willing to be loyal to me, I will grant you unprecedented power. The secret of immortality will be revealed to you, and you will stand in the long river of time like me, overlooking all living beings."
"Come, follow me, and together we will conquer the world. Our names will be forever engraved in the long river of history, and no one will dare to forget them."
"Follow me and break the chains that bind you. Together we will reshape the world so that those mediocre people will never be able to suppress our light again."
"You will become one of the rulers of the new world and enjoy endless wealth and power."
Voldemort's voice was like the murmur of a poisonous snake, slowly seeping into people's hearts.
His eyes revealed an irresistible temptation, as if silently telling Sebastian -
This is your destined destination, and only by following Him can you realize your deepest desires.
"Come, Sebastian," Voldemort's voice gradually slowed down, "bring the boy to the mirror and let him take out the Philosopher's Stone."
clap clap ~
Sebastian's applause echoed in the empty room.
"After all these years, your eloquence is still as good as ever. I almost fell in love with you."
Sebastian put down his clapping hands and spoke slowly.
"Wealth, power, eternal life, any one of them is hard to refuse."
"But this isn't the first time you've said these words to someone."
"Given Professor Quirrell's situation, your words are not convincing at all!"
"I saw with my own eyes how much vitality he lost."
Hearing what Sebastian said, Quirrell was a little dazed for a moment, and then a feeling of grievance surged in his heart, making him almost cover his face and cry.
Finally someone understands my hardships.
Back in Albania, I was completely blinded by my own greed and believed that Voldemort's paintings would teach me how to gain immortality.
After all, although Voldemort's condition was extremely bad, even worse than a ghost, it was still very convincing that he was able to survive.
But what about the facts?
Since being possessed by Voldemort, Quirrell has not gained any method of immortality. Instead, Voldemort has been sucking away his vitality.
Feeling his vitality slipping away day by day, he became a little scared and began to regret.
However, it was too late for Quirrell to regret. After being possessed, he had no way to expel Voldemort from his body.
Under the circumstances, he did not dare to completely betray Voldemort.
So, he deliberately made himself act very stupid.
For example, being frightened unconscious by a troll, cursing at Potter's broom in public, and being hit on the back of the head by a snowball thrown by the Weasley twins.
joke!
Quirrell is an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, how could he be frightened to death by a troll?
Moreover, if he really wanted to do something bad to Potter, he could have thrown Potter off the broom the moment the evil curse took effect.
And the snowball that hit the back of his head represented his own silent anger.
The reason why Quirrell acted so stupidly was to make Voldemort dislike him and then leave his body on his own initiative.
Unfortunately, these foolish behaviors only resulted in Voldemort sucking his life force even more.
Quirrell understood clearly that Voldemort was using this method to discourage him from betraying his family and to force him to go down the path to the end.
He was unwilling to die like this.
He really wants to live!
So he slowly succumbs to despair and prepares to follow Voldemort's orders to find the unicorn.
Luckily, before he makes a desperate attempt to drink unicorn blood, Sebastian appears with water soaked in the Philosopher's Stone.
Although the water was very expensive, Quirrell was still very happy because the water really saved his life.
Some memories came to Quirrell's mind, and he found that the days of capturing dark wizards really satisfied him.
To be honest, Quirrell now somewhat believed that Sebastian was indeed here to help him.
At the very least, Voldemort never reminded himself that he would die if his body touched Potter.
Thinking of this, a feeling of gratitude slowly rose in Qi Luo's heart.
Just as Quirrell was lost in thought, Sebastian's words woke him up from his trance.
"My Lord Dark Lord, I am not interested in the future you describe. In other words, I am disgusted by the violent rule you talk about."
"Oh! Is there something wrong?" Voldemort's voice sounded faintly. His voice was very flat, and no one could tell any joy or anger in it.
"Let me give you an example, I hope you can understand." Sebastian said slowly.
"There is a kind of video game among Muggles. It is fun and exciting, and people can't stop playing it."
"In order to pass the game quickly, I chose to use a cheat. Just click a button and I can kill everyone in the game."
"It was a great feeling at first, but within two days, the game no longer appealed to me."
"The scene you described is like using a cheat. You can see the end at a glance. It's so boring."
"For the safety of the wizarding world, you should stay in this room forever!"
"Quirrel!" Voldemort shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill him."
"Don't struggle... Lord Dark Lord," Sebastian's voice sounded slowly, "You are really weak now. You can't even sense my spell."
What do you mean?
A curse?
Quirrell didn't understand what Sebastian said. He wanted to turn around, but found that he couldn't move at all.
Looking down, he found that his legs and feet were all sealed in a thick layer of ice.
when?
How come I didn’t feel any chill before?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a thick layer of ice covered his entire body, leaving only his head exposed on his neck.
It’s so cold!
Is it so cold after being frozen?
My right hand had no feeling at all and I couldn't sense the wand anymore.
Am I going to die?
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Even footsteps sounded.
Quirrell trembled as he watched Sebastian walk out from behind him, stand in front of him, and asked a question.
"Professor Quirrell, do you want to live?"
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