Chapter 47: Dialogue

Late at night.

Professor Quirrell's office.

The office remained very dim, the heavy scent of potions still drifting through the air...

A large purple turban floated in the air, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, swiftly flew into the fireplace in the room, then green flames ignited on its surface, instantly burning it to ash...

From a shadow in the room, a wand extended, tightly gripped by a pale hand...

The master of the wand seemed to greatly dislike the smell of the burning purple turban, pointed the wand at the fireplace and chanted a spell: "Scourgify!"

A gust of wild wind blew through, and the thick smoke and ash left by the burning purple turban were blown away up the chimney...

Then the room fell silent...

No one knew how much time had passed when a young voice timidly spoke up:

"Mas... Mas... Master! The plan has... has... failed again!" This voice was filled with fear and cowardice, "It is all due to your incompetent servant, disappointing you once again, please Master... Master... pun... pun... punish your servant!" That voice began to stutter, the fear contained within it reached its peak, and the voice even trembled slightly due to fear.

After a while, a cold and sharp voice spoke up:

"No, you did very well today! We were just lacking a bit of luck!" This voice was like ice, without a shred of warmth, nor a shred of emotion.

"Actually, your performance today is still worthy of praise, you controlled yourself in front of that old fox Dumbledore! I will not punish you this time!" The cold voice finally showed some fluctuation.

"Ah! Merciful Master, thank you for your mercy, thank you for your mercy towards your weak servant, your servant will be forever loyal to you... sob sob sob..." The young voice became excited, and finally the voice began to choke up.

"Enough!" The cold voice began to show some impatience.

The young voice stopped abruptly, "Yes, Master!" The young voice was now filled with panic.

The room fell silent again.

After a while, the young voice timidly spoke up once more: "Master! Snape seems to have started suspecting me, will he tell Dumbledore?"

"Hmph! Snape will not gain the trust of that old man Dumbledore! As long as he doesn't catch you with your hand in the cookie jar, it will be fine!" A hint of contempt appeared in that cold and sharp voice.

"As for Dumbledore, he will certainly suspect you!" The cold and sharp voice added a note of seriousness.

The young voice let out a cry, seeming somewhat panicked.

"So spineless! This scares you? Even if Dumbledore suspects you, he won't think that you and I share the same body!" The cold and sharp voice carried some anger.

"Moreover, Dumbledore, as the greatest wizard of this century, will not resort to means to investigate you based on this slight suspicion." The tone of the cold and sharp voice carried mockery.

"No one knows Dumbledore better than I do, he always insists on some foolish principles, truly laughable! Laughably persistent! Laughable principles!" The tone of the person with the cold and sharp voice became contemptuous again.

The person with the young voice seemed to let out a long sigh of relief.

"Master, what about Allen Finis? Should we stop guiding him in the future?" The young voice asked cautiously.

"Foolish! The incident happened right under Dumbledore's nose, that brat Finis isn't stupid, isn't doing this clearly telling Finis and Dumbledore that you were pretending to be unconscious at the time? Are you not satisfied with Dumbledore's suspicion of you yet? Cough... cough cough cough..."

The person with the cold and sharp voice suddenly became extremely angry,

Having spoken such a long passage in one breath, by the end the voice became somewhat weak, and he began to cough.

"Master! Master! Please forgive your dull servant! Your servant truly deserves to die! Please Master, take care of your body... do not harm your noble body because of your servant's stupidity..." The young voice suddenly became tense and panicked again.

The person with the cold and sharp voice coughed for quite a while before finally stopping.

"We should maintain the status quo, that brat Finis is shrewd, don't let him see through the ruse! I just fear he himself is too guilty to come!" The person with the cold and sharp voice said fiercely.

"Moreover, that brat Finis is very useful to us, with his intelligence our plan's success rate will increase significantly, and this body of ours can travel less, the speed at which this body is deteriorating is accelerating!" The cold and sharp voice suddenly calmed down.

"Master, you are truly wise! Your extraordinary wisdom will forever be the guiding light for your foolish servant!" The tone of the young voice suddenly became sycophantic.

"Although that brat Finis has a sick mind and can resist my Legilimency, the Dark Lord has never relied solely on the Legilimency spell to manipulate people's hearts! Eleven years old! It is the age most easily influenced, I will guide this young man onto the correct path, making him my loyal servant! Once I have restored my power, defeated Dumbledore and regained control of the Wizarding World, I will have a good chat with Finis about today's events!" The cold and sharp voice suddenly became rational.

The young voice offered another round of praise.

"By that time, Quirinus, I will grant you the most powerful force in this world! Your status will be second only to mine, I will also cultivate you as my successor! You will become the Dark Lord II, how do you feel about this title?" The tone of the cold and sharp voice suddenly became seductive.

"Sob sob sob~ Great Master! Your foolish servant has made so many mistakes, disappointed you so many times, yet you are still so merciful to your servant! So magnanimous! Your servant is truly moved! Your servant will dedicate everything to our cause!" The young voice became incoherent due to emotion.

But the cold and sharp voice suddenly became weary and calm, as if the owner of the voice had fallen into memories.

"Quirinus! Do you know what kind of life I have lived for so many years?" The cold and sharp voice paused, but did not give the owner of the young voice a chance to interrupt.

"It has been eleven years since I, a Dark Lord who once controlled the Wizarding World, turned into a wandering ghost overnight! A full eleven years!" The cold and sharp voice was filled with intense hatred.

"For these eleven years I have been hiding in desolate mountains and wild forests, possessing various small animals, eating only raw meat and drinking raw blood, living only in stinking beast dens, unable to warm myself in winter, unable to cool myself in summer! None of this matters! What is important is that I have lost most of my power! Every minute and every second of these eleven years has been the cruelest torture to me!" At this moment, the cold and sharp voice became low.

Then the owner of the cold and sharp voice actually began to chant...

"Pain! Suffering!"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

"The world will tremble from my torment!"

"The pathetic Ministry of Magic will crumble in my wrath!"

"In the end, all old orders will be destroyed!"

"In my shadow, all who defy shall become ash!"

"Therefore, for the final victory! I can swallow this, and I must swallow this!" The cold and sharp voice became firm, making a final conclusion.

"Huh? Swallow? Master, you actually swallowed it?" The young voice asked in confusion.

"Foolish! Foolish! Foolish! How can you be so stupid!" The cold voice suddenly became hysterical.

"Ah! Master, I was wrong! Master, forgive me this one time! Master, do not..."

"Crucio!"

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"