Voldemort Makes His Move!

On the podium, Quirrell explained everything in great detail, and Leon listened with equal attentiveness.

"The underlying logic of Dark Magic is completely different from that of ordinary spells. Dark Magic often requires the energy of the soul and mind to cast, and the way your magic power operates must also be changed."

As Quirrell spoke, he waved his wand at the blackboard behind him, illustrating the flow of magic power.

Although Professor Quirrell on the podium... no, Professor Voldemort, lectured no worse than any other professor, much of the knowledge he shared made Leon feel that his grasp of Dark Magic had deepened considerably.

At the other end of the classroom, the Ravenclaws listening in were completely bewildered.

Usually, Quirrell only taught little tricks for preventing goblin bites. Why had his lesson suddenly become so obscure and difficult today?

Especially when they saw so many Slytherin House students constantly responding to Professor Quirrell's words, they could not help feeling humiliated.

If Slytherin could do it, why couldn't they?

Compared to the little eagles of Ravenclaw, the Slytherin House students were puzzled by Quirrell's change, but they simply did not care about it.

The Slytherin students of this year seemed to possess unusually high magical talent. As they listened to Professor Voldemort's lecture, many young Slytherins repeatedly showed looks of sudden realization while taking notes.

Even Neville had gained a rough understanding of the principles behind Dark Magic.

But in the entire classroom, Leon had gained the most.

He could feel his understanding of Dark Magic gradually deepening.

And as Voldemort continued explaining the properties of the Killing Curse, a voice suddenly sounded in Leon's ear again amid Voldemort's easy-to-understand teaching.

[Ding! The host's Killing Curse proficiency has increased. Master-level Killing Curse achieved!]

[Ding! The host's Imperius Curse proficiency has increased. Wandless-level Imperius Curse achieved!]

[Ding! ...]

Leon was not surprised by the sudden system notifications in his ear. Honestly, he had learned more from Voldemort today than he ever had while studying Dark Magic on his own.

This continued until the end of class. After an unknown amount of time, Leon slowly snapped out of Voldemort's words.

"All right, that will be all for today's lesson. Mr. Shelby, come to my office after class."

Hearing Quirrell's voice beside him, Leon narrowed his eyes.

"All right, class dismissed." As soon as Quirrell spoke, most of the Ravenclaw students vanished as if they had sprouted wings.

But the Slytherins remained orderly. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Leon, waiting for him to leave.

If their godfather Leon did not leave, neither could they.

Seeing this, Voldemort on the podium could not help narrowing his eyes. He could sense just how powerful Leon's leadership was.

Even he could not have directly conquered so many people when he had first entered Hogwarts.

And judging by Slytherin House's performance that morning, he seriously suspected that Slytherin House already bore the Shelby name.

Below the podium, Leon waved his hand, and all the students around him rose in perfect unison before leaving the classroom in an orderly fashion.

Leon, meanwhile, followed Quirrell's footsteps—or rather, Voldemort's—and entered the office with him.

Though it was somewhat dangerous, with his current strength, escaping Voldemort's grasp would not be a problem.

As for defeating Voldemort?

What a joke. Quirrell had originally been a wizard with quite decent talent, yet when he entered Albania, he had been utterly incapable of contending with Voldemort.

And with Leon only being an ordinary wizard who had just come of age, even with many master-level spells and Dark Magic, he might not necessarily be a match for Voldemort.

The moment he entered the office, Leon caught a strong smell of garlic.

Leon guessed that it was not actually the smell of garlic, but a scent emitted by Voldemort himself.

The original books had never explained it, and even now, he did not know exactly what Voldemort was.

"Sit down, Leon."

Quirrell looked at Leon and waved his hand. A chair moved behind Leon.

Leon sat down and stared at Voldemort without speaking. He waited, waiting for Voldemort to speak first.

"Leon Shelby." Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body as he stared at Leon.

"You are exceptionally gifted. I believe you would have a better future if you followed me."

"Voldemort, with only your crippled body as you are now, there is no benefit to me in following you."

Leon's answer was blunt. What he meant was that Voldemort needed to show him some real strength.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, then suddenly smiled. "As expected, you are very clever. You actually guessed it was me."

"But I am not some crippled remnant now. If you join me, I will unite Wizarding Society, and you will become one of the great contributors to its future."

Leon suddenly laughed. Voldemort was trying to sell him a dream.

But that was the sort of thing he used on others. Saying it to others was one thing; whether he himself believed it was another.

He had never believed such words.

"You possess no ability worth joining."

As if sensing Leon's resolve, Voldemort's gaze turned icy.

"Good. Good. Good."

"Then I can only use some special methods."

In an instant, Voldemort flicked his wand, and the office door suddenly slammed shut.

Before Leon's eyes, Voldemort's body actually began to turn translucent.

Leon frowned. He had never seen Voldemort possess such an ability in the original books.

Suddenly, dense black mist filled the room. The surroundings seemed to blur and fade, and Leon felt countless transparent shadows gradually gathering around him.

After a sudden explosive bang, Voldemort's figure completely vanished from before Leon. Leon warily watched the transparent shadows around him.

Under Leon's gaze, those transparent shadows gradually solidified, revealing one human figure after another. Yet they contained no trace of life and looked like corpses.

As the figures became clearer and clearer, Leon suddenly remembered what they were.

They were Inferi!

(I just got home. Things have indeed been a little tight lately. I wanted to post this earlier, but time got away from me. I hope everyone does not mind. I'll post extra chapters in a few days. It's cold lately, brothers, so get some rest early.)

(Also, I've recently seen many people saying this book does not match the original plot. Whenever I write, I keep all seven Harry Potter books beside me and often look up information. If readers point out mistakes, I'll correct them where I can.)