Look at what the "big villain" said sixty years ago...for the greater good.

It sounds high-end and classy, ​​and it makes people excited.

Compare it with Voldemort... He didn't give any benefits, but just asked for power and status, which were empty promises.

To be honest, this old-fashioned trick can only fool a simple and stupid boy like Quirrell.

But Kyle thought about it carefully and soon felt relieved.

After all, whether it was Slytherin's locket or Hufflepuff's gold cup, all the good things Voldemort collected were made into Horcruxes, so it was naturally impossible to take them out.

And if he also had a slogan that could get people's blood boiling...

For example, if he shouted "I am the chosen one, and the only one" or "Fight for a better tomorrow" before the war, maybe the headmaster of Hogwarts now would not be Dumbledore, but Riddle.

Kyle complained in his mind.

Because of the protection of the brain blockade, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Kyle didn't react, he thought his price was not enough.

"What a greedy boy..."

Voldemort continued in his hoarse voice: "What if I could make you immortal... like me, without having to endure the pain of aging, without having to worry about death, and become eternal in this world!"

This time the bewitching finally looks somewhat real.

"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 to make a Horcrux..."

"Kill him!"

Before Kyle could finish his words, he heard Voldemort's angry roar.

The Horcrux was his biggest secret. Although he didn't know how the little wizard in front of him found out about it, it didn't matter. He had to die! Quirrell seemed to have wanted to do this for a long time. He immediately turned around and raised his wand.

A green light appeared faintly...

"Avada..."

But Kyle was faster than him, and at the same time Voldemort gave the order, he also opened his box...

A huge dog with three heads rushed out instantly and bit Quirrell's arm.

“Crack…”

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

Quirrell's hand broke and his wand fell to the ground. He tried to pick it up, but the next second, a scorching flame swept over him.

Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, flew behind Kyle, breathing out dragon flames wantonly.

Because he had been parasitized by Voldemort for a long time and had lost most of his vitality by the biting cabbage, Quirrell was already on the verge of death.

Under the burning of the dragon flame, his screams lasted only a moment and then disappeared.

When Kyle dispelled the dragon flames, Quirrell was left with only one breath left.

He lay motionless on the ground, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly.

If he hadn't drunk the unicorn's blood beforehand, he would have been dead by now.

Lu Wei opened his mouth and bit half of Quirrell's body, and Norbert also flew to the side, ready to spit dragon flames again.

"I was just about to say this..." Kyle walked over and shook his head slightly, "It's very dangerous to point your wand at others casually, Professor Quirrell."

"Who are you?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Quirrell's condition didn't allow him to extract his vitality again.

"Mr. Voldemort, your time is precious now, so please don't say anything useless."

Kyle asked again: "How are Horcruxes made?"

At this time, Voldemort seemed to have accepted everything in front of him and gradually calmed down.

"How did you know about Horcruxes?" he asked.

"What a coincidence! You should know the Room of Requirement, the magical room on the eighth floor."

Kyle smiled and said, "Guess what I found in there..."

"Tsk, I have to say, that plaster statue is really ugly."

"The Diadem of Ravenclaw..." Voldemort said dryly.

"Yes... Of course, after all, you put it there with your own hands, so you must know it."

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Kyle said: "When I first found it, I was ecstatic, but soon I realized something was wrong with it."

"After that, I spent an entire school year looking through all the books in my house to confirm that the tiara was made into a Horcrux."

"I'm very curious about this, but the contents of those books are too general. There is no information about the production process of Horcruxes."

"I also looked in the restricted section of the library, and there were no clues there either..."

"It was Dumbledore..." Voldemort sneered, "Perhaps he has put away all the books related to Horcruxes, that hypocritical guy."

"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 right now. He is just a waste, a tool that is not very useful. Even if he dies, it will not affect me at all."

"It seems you are not going to tell me." Kyle said disappointedly.

"No, I changed my mind. I decided to tell you. As a reward for finding the crown, I decided to tell you everything about the Horcruxes!"

Voldemort suddenly laughed, and his laughter was like that of a madman: "Ahemeheheheheh... Dumbledore, my dear professor, you must not agree with me teaching him these, but I must teach him... What can you do to me, the great... Dumbledore?"

"Listen carefully, the creation of a Horcrux requires killing... but before that, you need to master a special spell that allows you to touch your own soul..."

Kyle was slightly stunned. He had originally planned to threaten Voldemort by handing the crown to Dumbledore, but he didn't expect that Voldemort would agree inexplicably.

Just to compete with Dumbledore?

What is this, love-hate relationship? Dumbledore is too popular...

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Kyle gave Voldemort a wary look, then pulled out 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 that could 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 simple sentences.

Even something as complex as Horcruxes only took him a few minutes to finish explaining it. There was no nonsense at all, only solid information.

“I am looking forward to it…” Voldemort sneered, “If Dumbledore finds you making a Horcrux… his expression will surely be very interesting… hehe.”

(End of this chapter)