Become my disciple!

The iconic clash of beams he had imagined, like something out of the Harry Potter films or Dragon Ball, never happened.

The instant Argus struck, Voldemort cast a Disarming Charm as well.

It easily shattered Argus's spell!

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Diffindo!"

"Accio!"

"Lumos!"

Back in Austria, Argus had faced no shortage of assassination attempts, though Vinda and the others had dealt with most of them.

Still, he had accumulated some experience in life-and-death combat.

He hurled spells at Voldemort as though they cost nothing.

Compared to Argus's all-out effort, Voldemort made it look effortless.

Yet he could not conceal the appreciation in his eyes.

He could sense that neither the strength of Argus's spells nor the timing of their release was anything an eleven-year-old child should possess.

More importantly, Argus's control over the timing and coordination of his spells was improving at a visible rate during the fight!

The knowledge of Dark Magic he had just learned in class gradually came together as he fought.

"Expelliarmus!"

As time passed, Argus's magic began to weaken, and a casual Disarming Charm from Voldemort sent his wand flying.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I must admit, you are the most gifted boy I have ever met."

"Not just in magic, but in your grasp of human nature."

"Are you so certain I won't kill you?"

Argus picked up his wand unhurriedly, showing no panic.

"This is Hogwarts. You won't give up your chance at resurrection just to kill me."

"Besides, only a living Grindelwald can bring you greater benefits."

Voldemort laughed aloud. "You're cleverer than I imagined."

"Mr. Grindelwald, your intelligence has earned you another choice!"

"Become my disciple!"

"Bearing the names of two generations of Dark Lords, you will surely become the ruler of the Wizarding World!"

Contrary to Voldemort's expectations, Argus was not nearly as excited as he had imagined.

He merely gave him an indifferent glance.

"Mr. Voldemort, there's no need to talk about getting something for nothing."

"If you want to become my teacher, you should at least have a respectable welcoming gift, shouldn't you?"

Voldemort tapped his wand lightly.

The office, shattered during their fight, was restored to its original state.

A thick notebook flew out of a nearby drawer.

It landed on the desk.

Argus picked up the notebook, and after a single glance, he could no longer tear himself away!

The profundity of its contents, the ingenuity of its ideas.

Even after studying under Grindelwald for years, Argus could not help marveling at it!

"These are some notes and insights I've compiled recently."

"Consider them a gift!"

Argus bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your gift."

"Teacher!"

Voldemort smiled, more heartily than he ever had before.

"From this day forward, the Death Eaters have their second master!"

"Come to Quirrell's office every Saturday afternoon from now on."

"I will teach you personally what true Dark Magic is!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

Argus was not particularly opposed to becoming Voldemort's disciple.

No matter how unprincipled or unscrupulous Voldemort was in his actions.

The knowledge in his mind and his formidable magical foundation were genuine.

He wanted Argus to work for him? Fine! He could trade magical knowledge for it!

With Argus's familiarity with the plot, fooling a Voldemort who was currently living as a parasite was hardly difficult.

After exchanging some magical knowledge with Voldemort, Argus saw that it was about time, said a brief goodbye, and prepared to leave.

Voldemort spoke quietly.

"The next time we meet, I hope you can bring me some information about Mr. Potter and the third floor of Hogwarts."

"You shall have it, Teacher!"

After Argus left.

Quirrell looked as though all his vitality had been drained away, his whole body utterly exhausted.

Sweating profusely, he staggered to the head of the bed and took a bottle of potion from beneath the pillow.

Only after drinking it all did his complexion improve slightly.

"M... Master, Argus cannot be trusted. Why did you... reveal your identity to him?"

"What if he tells Dumbledore..."

"He won't!" Voldemort's tone was certain, brimming with confidence.

"He's a clever boy. From the moment I first saw him, I knew he wouldn't be content with the status quo."

"Dumbledore cannot possibly trust a Grindelwald. Likewise, Grindelwald will never cooperate with Dumbledore."

"A new student will have an easier time moving about than you, who are already under suspicion."

"This disciple of mine has truly inherited his father's grasp of human nature. With a few little tricks, he can entice countless people into venturing onto the third floor."

"But we... have no means of controlling him..." Quirrell was still somewhat uneasy.

Perhaps because Voldemort had achieved his goal and was in a good mood, Quirrell's questions did not earn him the usual punishment.

"Do you think the notes I gave him are really that simple?"

"I told you, he's clever. And the greatest weakness of clever people is their confidence!"

"The corrupting malice of Dark Magic is not something a little wizard who has only just started school can withstand..."

Back in the dormitory, a system notification sounded in Argus's mind.

[Congratulations to the host for becoming Voldemort's disciple. Achievement unlocked: Legacy of the Death Eaters]

[Achievement points awarded: 100]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving instruction from Voldemort and Grindelwald. Achievement unlocked: Future Dark Lord]

[Achievement points awarded: 200]

[Congratulations to the host for becoming the heir to the Death Eaters and the Acolytes. Achievement unlocked: Fear Sweeping the Wizarding World]

[Achievement points awarded: 200]

[Current achievement points remaining: 600]

"Six hundred points is quite a lot. I can do five draws at once!"

"System, I want to draw!"

The familiar card packs appeared, and he casually opened a few.

Accompanied by dazzling... blue skies and white clouds.

A violet glow slowly emerged.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Reparo (level 2), Densaugeo (level 3), Expulso (level 2), Finite Incantatem (level 3)]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Transfiguration (level 5)]

"Whoo! Quite a few good things this time!"

Argus had not expected a casual draw to give him a complex spell like Finite Incantatem.

Back then, the great fire his father had set in Paris had been stopped by Nicolas Flamel leading a large group in casting Finite Incantatem.

Against most spells, even Dark Magic, Finite Incantatem was an extremely effective counter.

Transfiguration needed even less explanation. Almost every wizard relied on it from their first encounter with magic until their death.

It seemed simple, but was easy to learn and difficult to master.

In actual combat, a true master of Transfiguration was extremely difficult to deal with. Their unpredictable transformations could turn every piece of clothing on your body, every thread, into a weapon of attack.

It might be classified as purple, but comparing it to most gold rewards would be no exaggeration!

"What a haul! This really was a huge haul!"

[Current achievement points remaining: 100]

[Detected that the host has already mastered some of these spells. Would you like to merge them?]

"Merge!"

Magical knowledge flowed into his mind. Argus felt as though he had become one master of magic after another, personally experiencing every detail of their studies and research.

[The host possesses exceptional talent and has attained comprehension beyond the spells' levels.]

[Reparo (level 3), Densaugeo (level 4)]

Argus took out his wand and pointed it at the nearby table.

As magic surged, the wooden table gradually transformed into an iron basin.

The iron basin rose into the air and slammed hard against the floor with a metallic clang.

A smile appeared in Argus's eyes.

"A transformation in substance. I've finally done it."