Resurrection

Children growing up in Europe clearly wouldn't know that in the distant East, there exists a special educational institution called a "cram school."

Otherwise, they wouldn't have excitedly come to participate in the "mutual aid society" created by Klein.

Saturday morning, nine o'clock, second floor of Hogwarts Castle, outside the girls' lavatory.

Young wizards in various colored robes whispered amongst themselves, their expressions a mix of excitement and confusion.

This was the gathering place for the "mutual aid society" founded by Klein Grindelwald.

"Harry, do you think Klein got it wrong?"

In the Gryffindor crowd, Ron looked up at the sign for the lavatory, frowned slightly, and said softly to his good friend beside him.

"I don't know."

Harry shrugged.

"Maybe he made a mistake?"

"No, Klein would never make such a low-level mistake. I mean, he's Klein Grindelwald."

Ever since Klein saved his life on Halloween, Ron had transformed into the leader of the "Klein Fan Trio."

Incidentally, the second leader was Neville, and the third was Harry.

Of course, Ron wouldn't admit to the title of "trio."

Their official name was "Klein Fan Club - Gryffindor Branch."

"Who knows? Klein's thoughts are beyond what you and I can guess."

Although he inwardly agreed with Ron's assessment, Harry still couldn't understand Klein's purpose in gathering them here.

Could it be...

He was going to tutor them in the girls' lavatory?

Don't be ridiculous, how could that be possible.

Setting aside whether the environment was suitable, the short, chubby ghost who was always crying in there was a big problem.

After waiting for a long time with a belly full of questions, the main person finally appeared.

Klein, appearing from the corner of the stairs, was slightly taken aback by the dense crowd, then couldn't help but show an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Without using magic, Klein easily captured the attention of all the young wizards.

His voice wasn't loud, even soft, but for some reason, the moment he spoke, everyone fell silent.

"This is Klein's charm~"

Looking at that figure, Pansy in the crowd gazed with adoration.

"Please make way, thank you. I'll take you inside right away."

Actually, Klein wasn't late. He had strictly adhered to the agreed-upon time.

But there was one thing he hadn't anticipated.

It was his own charisma and the enthusiasm of the young wizards.

"Everyone, make way, Klein is coming through." "Step back, step back." "Hey, don't step on me."

Like a stone dropped into a calm lake, ripples spread out instantly. The young wizards scrambled to get out of the way, afraid of blocking Klein's path.

To put it this way, this scene was perhaps no less than fervent fans seeing their idol, or ordinary people seeing a celebrity.

Well...

Klein was indeed a star at Hogwarts now.

Due to the widespread adoption of his four new spells and the strong support from the Order of Merlin, the Daily Prophet had, for the umpteenth time, published articles about the "Child of Magic."

In this magical world with such narrow channels of information, the name Klein Grindelwald had spread quite widely, even surpassing the renowned Harry Potter.

Awe, excitement, curiosity.

A multitude of emotions mixed together as the young wizards watched Klein walk past them and stand at the very front of the crowd.

"Alright, you've been standing for a while and must be tired. Let's go inside."

Glancing back at the dense crowd, Klein skillfully turned the handle and led the way into the lavatory.

Although the young wizards had endless questions in their hearts, they chose to trust Klein.

And then...

They witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets slowly opened under the activation of the Parseltongue spell.

"My heavens."

The shock to their souls surpassed everything. The young wizards fortunate enough to witness this scene were instantly dumbfounded.

They were curious about the curse Klein used that could turn sound into snakes, and astonished by the pitch-black cave entrance.

Especially the girls.

What the hell is this?

Their usual washroom hid such a secret?

"Students, welcome to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

Standing at the entrance, Klein smiled faintly.

The cold wind howled, and the weather was already very cold.

Huddled in his thin robes, Quirinus Quirrell's face was sallow, and even the scarf wrapped around the back of his head had become dirty.

After resigning, his life had been difficult.

He left Hogwarts Castle and returned to Baljiria's Black Forest, activating the Dark Mark.

But no one responded.

Followers and servants abandoned their Master!

"This is betrayal!"

Quirrell was furious and vowed to slice the traitors into a thousand pieces.

But Voldemort remained calm.

Because he realized it wasn't the followers' problem, but Quirrell's own.

He was too weak.

So weak that he couldn't truly activate the Dark Mark.

The skull spewing a giant snake was merely a superficial illusion.

"I need to leave this body as soon as possible."

Voldemort thought to himself.

The power of the ring was undeniable; he could even clearly feel his magic strengthening with every passing second.

But at the same time, Quirrell's body was growing weaker.

It was time for a change.

"Quirinus."

Having made his decision, Voldemort spoke softly in his mind, his tone unreadable.

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell immediately bowed respectfully, a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity.

"Quirinus, what are you willing to do for me?"

"Everything, I am willing to dedicate everything to you, my Master."

Voldemort's question was slow, but Quirrell's answer was swift, without the slightest hesitation.

"Very good, Quirinus, you are my most loyal servant."

Voldemort's voice held a hint of satisfaction, then turned as cold as a mountain spring.

"Then, offer your life, Quirinus, it is time."

Servants were merely substitutes. As long as he could make a comeback, he wouldn't hesitate to discard anything.

Quirrell was now of no value to him.

"Yes, yes, my Master."

Upon hearing this, Quirrell's face suddenly turned extremely pale, a flicker of struggle flashed in his eyes before returning to subservience.

Quirinus Quirrell, once a top student of Ravenclaw, tremblingly reached for his wand with his emaciated arm, turned the tip towards himself.

"Voldemort, long live!"

Quirrell roared, casting the last spell of his life.

He sacrificed everything!

"Ah, this feels so good."

Streams of pure magic fed back into the depths of his soul, so comfortable that Voldemort almost moaned aloud.

Quirrell's physical body rapidly dissolved, but at the same time, a small, hunched, yet real body slowly grew.

"My precious."

Finally, a half-human-tall little monster rose from a pool of blood.

He whispered excitedly, tightly clutching a ring in his palm.