Under Lyon's gaze, Quirrell removed his turban and slowly turned around.
On the back of Quirrell's head was Voldemort!
His face was twisted, as though a child had pieced together the faces of different corpses from a mass grave into a grotesque painting.
Lyon stared calmly at Voldemort's savage face. Voldemort spoke first.
"You are powerful—far more powerful than I imagined."
"Child, join me. If we join forces, the entire Wizarding World will be under our control."
"Your future will be smooth and bright."
Lyon suddenly smiled and slowly rose to his feet.
"Mr. Voldemort, I hope you understand that we can cooperate."
"I do not wish to rule the Wizarding Society through dictatorship. I want the Wizarding Society to have a greater order."
"Do you know what those people at the Ministry of Magic said about you after you died?"
"They said you were a devil, a bastard, a tyrant. They even said your name was unworthy of being remembered."
Sentence by sentence, Lyon's words began striking at Voldemort's mind.
"Mr. Voldemort, look at the Wizarding Society now."
"Those pure-bloods have received no preferential treatment. Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic have seized the power that should rightfully belong to us."
"Do you know how much a Death Eater is worth on the outside now?" Lyon suddenly stepped before Voldemort, his gaze blazing as he stared into Voldemort's eyes.
"A full hundred Galleons! Converted into Knuts, it would not even fit in a carriage!"
"And which of the Death Eaters thrown into Azkaban was not your most loyal servant?!"
Lyon's tone grew increasingly impassioned, his voice echoing throughout the classroom.
"Do you know? Barty Crouch Jr., the one most loyal to you—that faithful Death Eater—is imprisoned every day, waiting for your return!"
"Do you know? Bellatrix Lestrange, the