Chapter 43

The time came to Saturday afternoon.

Hogwarts students have no classes on weekends.

Most of the senior students will go to Hogsmeade village to spend money or play.

The juniors can only wander around the campus.

Argus adjusted his mentality and came to Quirrell's office.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you are on time."

As soon as he entered the door, Voldemort's voice came into Argus's ears.

Bang!

The door closed in response.

Argus said respectfully: "This is what I should do, teacher!"

"Hahaha..."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the teacher's call.

He waved his hand, and the notebook in Argus's arms flew into his hand.

As he flipped through the pages, the only sound in the room was the rustling of papers.

"Very good, Argus, it seems that you have been studying hard during this period."

Voldemort's eyes showed appreciation.

The notes were densely filled with various ideas and insights, and it was obvious that he had read them carefully.

No teacher would be bored with hardworking and talented students.

"Do you have a different opinion about black magic now?"

"Yes! I used to think that evil thoughts were the standard for judging black magic, but through the notes you gave me, I found that the nature of black magic and white magic seems to be different."

"Many white magics, even if they are studied to a very advanced level, are far less lethal than black magic."

Voldemort put the notes on the table and said lightly: "You can notice this, which proves that you have touched the origin of magic."

"Origin?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Argus's eyes.

"Yes, to put it simply, it is the original intention of magic creation!"

"For example, the killing curse was created for killing, while the fluorescent flash was created for lighting."

"When you use these two magics, your beliefs are also different."

"To a certain extent, black magic may not be stronger than white magic, but its power is incomparable to white magic."

Although Voldemort is called the Dark Lord, it does not mean that he does not understand white magic.

On the contrary, his attainments in white magic are not inferior to anyone else!

"I understand, teacher, thank you for your guidance!" Argus bowed to thank him and continued to ask questions he had accumulated during this period.

"During this period, when I was practicing magic, I found that some curses were very similar to curses."

"But when I tried to combine several curses, I couldn't achieve the desired effect anyway."

Voldemort waved his wand, and an owl appeared from nowhere on the blank desktop.

"Argus, I have to say that you observe very carefully."

"Take the owl that little wizards use most often as an example!"

The wand tapped lightly, and the owl made a sharp and piercing cry.

Voldemort frowned, waved his hand, and the sound disappeared.

The owl opened its mouth, but could not make any sound.

"The body of an owl is composed of various parts such as skin, bones, blood, and flesh."

"But if you take them apart separately!"

The next second, the living owl was instantly disassembled into various parts!

The bloody organs stimulated Argus's eyes.

But his face did not change at all, and even had a little inquiry.

Voldemort became more and more satisfied, and placed several organs directly in front of Argus.

"A perfect life is composed of these parts, but it does not mean that these parts combined together can constitute life!"

Argus's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"I understand, teacher!"

"A spell may be composed of several other spells, but these spells require a certain order, a certain combination, and certain conditions."

"Only when all the elements are met can this spell be formed!"

"That's right!"

In the following time, Argus asked about the problems he had encountered recently one by one.

Putting aside his position, Voldemort is quite qualified as a teacher.

Not only is his knowledge reserve rich, but he also explains in a simple and easy-to-understand way, using various familiar things as examples.

In one afternoon, Argus gained a lot.

"Any more questions, Argus?"

Voldemort was also extremely satisfied with this smart and studious disciple.

When he was talking, he could often draw inferences from one example, which saved him a lot of time.

"No more for now, thank you for your guidance, teacher."

Argus bowed respectfully.

This teacher, there is some sincerity in it.

"Regarding what I asked you to tell you last time, do you still remember?

? "

"In the restricted area on the third floor, there is a three-headed dog, which seems to be guarding something. I don't know what it is yet."

"Three-headed dog..."

Voldemort murmured in a low voice, as if he was in deep thought.

After a long while, he asked again.

"What about Harry Potter?"

"What part of his information do you want to know?"

"All!"

Voldemort is still in the stage of residual soul, and Quirrell's health is getting worse.

Most of the time, he is unwilling to use magic, and his perception of the outside world and intelligence collection are extremely limited.

Even after the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he had some doubts about Harry, and only collected some basic information.

"Then I will start from before he entered school." Argus did not show impatience and answered calmly.

"Before Harry entered school, he had been living in his aunt's house, suffering from abuse, never exposed to magic knowledge, and even did not know the identity of his parents. "

In addition to some key information in the future plot, such as Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux, living in his aunt's house because of his mother's spell, etc.

Argus told all the other information about Harry's personality and experience.

After listening, Voldemort fell into thought again.

After a few minutes, he raised his head.

"Well done, this is your reward."

With a flick of the wand, a new notebook flew into Argus' arms along with the one he had finished reading.

"Continue to collect information about Harry Potter, and some subsequent actions will require your cooperation."

"I will contact you in advance when the time comes."

"Yes, teacher!"

...

Walked out of Quirrell's office.

It was completely dark.

"It's worthy of being Britain. It's dark at just over four o'clock."