Voldemort's True Plan

"You intend to drink the Unicorn Blood, right?" Wizet's eyes narrowed slightly, his Obscurus Core.

A variety of methods flashed through his mind to deal with Voldemort, including the Ancient Magic of the Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell, which might have a surprising effect if used now.

However, he did not gamble on this opportunity, since Voldemort possessing Professor Quirrell was already the worst possible outcome.

If the Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell fails, it means Voldemort is on guard, and the difficulty of casting the spell again or finding another way to deal with Voldemort will increase exponentially.

Wizet naturally had many opportunities; the locket and the warmth of his palm gave him the confidence to face Voldemort head-on. But Professor Quirrell had nothing.

If an accident were to occur, he could emerge unscathed, but Professor Quirrell might perish, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

"You're right!" Voldemort didn't deny it. "That's exactly what I'm planning to do. Before I finish that task, I'll replenish my strength."

"And what about Professor Quirrell?" Wizet demanded sharply. "Professor Quirrell will drink the Unicorn Blood in your place! That means he will be tainted with an indelible curse!"

"You know quite a lot!" Voldemort laughed maniacally. "So what? He brought this on himself. Who told him not to ask you for the Soul Soothing Potion?"

"Soul Soothing Potion?" Wizet frowned. "You want the Soul Soothing Potion I brewed?"

Voldemort admitted, "Yes! Such a special Soul Soothing Potion... I certainly want to drink it to my heart's content; it tastes better than Unicorn Blood."

"Either you continue to brew me the Soul Soothing Potion, or I'll have Quirrell come back another day, and he'll still drink the Unicorn Blood for me."

"Well? The choice is before you. You should know what to do, right? My student, Vizet Lovegood!"

"What about the Potion Ingredients? Do I need to prepare them myself?" Wizet didn't agree immediately, but asked again, still worried, "How many days do I have? What will you do with that time?"

"How cautious!" Voldemort chuckled. "Isn't it rather impolite of a professor to make his students prepare materials?"

Quirrell's body moved stiffly, like a marionette, as he took out the things hidden in his robe.

With the help of the Night Vision Spell, Wizet was still able to identify that these things included not only Potion Ingredients and potion bottles, but also a collapsible crucible.

Preparing these things will inevitably take a lot of time, so it's clear that you need to prepare in advance.

Having figured all this out, Wizet let out a long sigh. "You've been planning all this all along..."

"Yes! I was indeed planning all of this." Voldemort's tone carried a hint of smugness. "My servant Quirinus, however, still has a rather limited knowledge of Potions."

"I instructed him to collect the materials for the Soul Soothing Potion, but he had no idea... Isn't it a strange feeling? I didn't want you to do these things, but in the end, I became an accomplice!"

"Perhaps he had his doubts? But the excruciating pain from the very soul gradually dispelled that thought... My student, do you want to learn a curse that can make the soul tremble?"

"No need!" Wizet loosened her clenched fist. "Where are we going to brew the Potions?"

"Right here." Voldemort looked around, as if he had found something interesting. "I will protect you for the time being; you just need to focus on brewing the Potions."

He pulled out the collapsible crucible, helped to light a flame, and unpacked all the Potion Ingredients.

Having gone this far, Wizet couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he simply made a condition.

"This kind of high-level Potions cannot be disturbed by external factors. I think you should know this better than I do."

"Of course! I'll protect you while you're brewing the Potions." Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's body, raising his wand into the sky and creating a Magical Energy Field.

It was a gray Magical Energy Field, carrying a sense of deathly stillness.

"Very standard movements... You execute each step meticulously, no wonder Severus was willing to teach you this..."

"Actually, we are very similar. Back then, I was also highly favored by professors, who were always willing to teach me everything they knew..."

"You are Obscurial, do you wish to glimpse greater power? Follow me! Let's leave this damned place..."

"Hogwarts is becoming increasingly decadent, and the students' academic level is declining. This is a direct result of the Ministry of Magic's incompetence..."

Voldemort kept talking, trying to bewitch Wizet.

Wizet could naturally sense this, but under the filtering of the Soul Maze, the seduction from words had little effect.

Voldemort seemed to realize this as well, and murmured softly, "This body is still too weak... it can do too little!"

"Could you please shut up?" Wizet said. "Brewing Potions requires concentration... at least for me. Do you want to drink poison?"

"The fact that you can say that means you haven't been affected yet," Voldemort said with great interest. "Your technique is very consistent; simple external interference shouldn't affect you."

"Actually, I wanted to add more chaos to this bottle of Soul Soothing Potion. It seems you weren't interested in what I said before? No problem, let the professor get you something more interesting!"

Wizet pursed her lips and continued to focus on brewing the Potions.

To his surprise, Voldemort actually kept his word and talked about some things that Wizet was interested in.

"Wizet, my student... do you remember what I told you before? To cast magic freely? That's not easy to do..."

"Especially since you've been misled by your current professors, which has rigidified your thinking and made it difficult to change your spellcasting methods, it will become very difficult to achieve 'freedom'!"

"The so-called 'freedom' is not just about 'relaxation' in words; it requires the application of your magical knowledge, your understanding of things, and all sorts of things..."

Wizet gritted his teeth; this time he was indeed affected, and even his movements faltered.

Although he loathed Voldemort, he was also filled with longing for the knowledge Voldemort shared.

Voldemort's infamous reputation is so great that, at least in the England magical world, most wizards would not call Voldemort by his name directly, for fear that doing so would threaten their lives.

When they had to mention Voldemort, they only dared to refer to him as "the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "the one whose name they couldn't even mention."

To instill such unspeakable fear in so many people, Voldemort's magical abilities were undeniable.

That is precisely why the various magical viewpoints he utters can be described as resounding and eloquent...