Quirrell: "Is There Some Misunderstanding Between Us?"

After patiently waiting for two or three hours, Mr. Tommy was getting a little impatient. Just then, Quirrell moved.

Tommy Family's eyes lit up, and they sneaked up to them.

"Master, are we really going to Gringotts? I heard that it's guarded by fire dragons, and your strength hasn't fully recovered yet. I'm afraid..."

Quirrell was met with a chilling voice, as sinister as a venomous snake.

"Shut up, Quirrell. All you need to do is obey my orders!"

Unfortunately, he was now at the mercy of others, like a fish on a chopping board. Even though Quirrell thought Voldemort's idea was outrageous, he had no way to resist.

"Obey my orders, Quirrell. Go investigate the area around Gringotts now." Voldemort was also a master of persuasion, well aware of the principle of giving a carrot and stick. He said, "As long as I steal that thing, my strength will be restored, and then you will be my most loyal servant!"

"My most loyal servant!" Quirrell's heart pounded wildly.

He's not a child anymore, and he knows all too well that with his small family's Half-blood wizarding background, and in Wizarding World where lineage and bloodlines are everything, he has no chance of ever making it big.

Voldemort's possession of him, while a crisis, was also an opportunity—an opportunity to step into high society.

As Quirrell walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, carefully observing the guards at Gringotts, Voldemort's chilling voice echoed in his mind once more.

"Quirrell, there are some bugs following you. Shake them off!"

Quirrell tensed up upon hearing this, thinking that his actions had been discovered by the Gringotts guards, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

"Useless! They're either Gringotts guards or a few dark wizards!"

Upon hearing that the people watching him weren't guards, but several dark wizards, Quirrell relaxed slightly, though he remained somewhat tense.

"Master, what should I do now?"

Although Voldemort had parasitized the back of his head, making him somewhat inhuman, Quirrell was originally an ordinary person and had never experienced being followed by a dark wizard before.

"You're a complete waste!" Voldemort scolded, but still said, "Now empty your mind and give me your body!"

As he spoke, he directly mobilized the last of his magical power and took control of Quirrell's body.

As the Dark Lord, he naturally has the means to control Quirrell's body; however, doing so will consume his magical power.

However, Quirrell is now being targeted by several dark wizards, Voldemort, not wanting to cause trouble, has no choice but to control Quirrell's body in order to quickly get rid of the dark wizards.

"A bunch of damned parasites!" Voldemort grumbled, glancing back angrily before turning and leaving, disappearing into Diagon Alley.

When he was in power, he would often lead his henchmen to Diagon Alley to cause trouble, so he was very familiar with Diagon Alley and soon shook off the black wizard behind him.

Meanwhile, the five members of the Tommy Family, who had been separated from their parents, reunited.

"Listen to me, don't cause any more trouble for Quirrell!"

Upon meeting, Old Master Tommy immediately said, "Consider the thugs from those families dead as if they died in vain. Give their families some compensation, and that's the end of it."

"But, Father, he..."

"Shut up and listen to me!"

Old Master Tommy interrupted abruptly. As the patriarch of a dark wizard family, Old Master Tommy was certainly no pushover. However, he had just inadvertently caught a glimpse of Quirrell's eyes.

What kind of look was that? Terrifying, bloodthirsty, and filled with boundless killing intent and contempt for life.

This kind of person is definitely not someone he should mess with!

"You're safe now, but your recent actions may have caught someone's attention. Go back to the Leaky Cauldron and rest for a while."

In a deserted alley, Voldemort, having shaken off his pursuers, returned his body to Quirrell.

He was now just a remnant soul. Although he hadn't used any magic to fight, controlling Quirrell's body alone had taken a lot of his energy.

"Yes, Master!"

Quirrell nodded quickly, carefully looked around, and then turned to leave.

As soon as Quirrell stepped out of the alley, he felt a chill run down his back. Without turning around, Quirrell knew that a hard wand was pressed against his back.

"Mr. Quirrell, if you're short of money, you can talk to our families. There's no need to do something so heinous in Knockturn Alley."

A chilling voice rang out behind Quirrell. At the same time, more than a dozen dark wizards suddenly sprang out of the previously empty alley, all raising their wands and aiming them at Quirrell, as if any slight Quirrell would trigger a curse upon him.

Quirrell panicked and hurriedly asked, "Master, what should we do?"

Voldemort: "..."

Quirrell might not know who these dark wizards were, but Voldemort certainly did.

Back when Old Voldy was at the height of his power, the patriarchs of those Pure-blood families in Knockturn Alley fawned over him, practically willing to risk their lives to be Old Voldy dogs.

Therefore, Voldemort still had some impression of the patriarchs of those Pure-blood families.

But why the hell are these usually elusive big shots from Knockturn Alley all gathered together to cause trouble for Quirrell?!

The heads of the four most influential families in Knockturn Alley Knockturn Alley —the Borgin Family, the Fawley Family, the Abbott family, and the Thompson family —had all come out.

"What... what are you talking about? What heinous thing have I done? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Although Quirrell was afraid, he still asked the question he had been wondering about. He had been following Voldemort ever since he returned to the Wizarding World of England, so what heinous things could he possibly do?

Meanwhile, Voldemort also pricked up his ears, wanting to find out what Quirrell had done to offend these people.

"You still have the nerve to ask! I'll fucking kill you!" Old Thompson, the patriarch of the Thompson family, was originally a man of many manners, often known for his excellent composure.

He was known for remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, but now he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Of the four pure-blood dark wizard families, the Borgin Family deals in Dark Magic items, the Fawley Family deals in assassinations and murders, the Abbott family has transformed into legitimate buyers, and only the Thompson family has always been in the Potions business.

Therefore, since large quantities of Potions of unknown origin began flooding into Knockturn Alley, the biggest losers have been none other than the Thompson family.

While Quirrell was taking the blame, Scarface was holding a grand victory celebration in the Potions Classroom at the Azkaban Academy.

"Classmates, the results of our newly developed Transformation Potion have been reported back from Knockturn Alley!"

"Our Transformation Potion has a 100% success rate! Anyone who drinks our potion will definitely transform, and the effect is permanent!!!"

After a burst of cheers, Scarface, his eyes gleaming with excitement, roared, "We will change the entire Wizarding World!"