"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be in such a state of existence..." Pei Chen frowned, and pointed out the most painful and bitter point in Voldemort's heart without any embellishment.

"The dignified Dark King is now living like a parasite, not even a body... No one is wrong! In just eleven years, you have fallen to such a state of decline?!"

Professor Qiluo is now facing away from Pei Chen. The purple turban on his head that smelled disgusting had been completely untied. There was a face in the back of his head! The color of the face was as white as chalk, and the red eyes emitted light, and there were two thin nostrils like snakes below.

Ferocious and terrifying! This is Pei Chen’s first impression of this legendary Dark Demon King!

Appearance is very important. It will not only affect the first impression, but also continuously affect others' favorability for themselves during a long period of time. For example, if Pei Chen is like this, it would be a big joke to say how handsome he is and as beautiful as Pan An!

But he can be considered to have a good appearance and is very attractive. Coupled with his fresh and natural temperament and gentle personality when he doesn't hurt people, his affinity has reached a very high level.

It just doesn’t have the effect of ‘initial meeting favorability +10’. At least no one will hate him as soon as they meet. After a while, this kind of thing will not happen.

But Voldemort is so good. It is obvious that he has evolved and has successfully mutation. That face is a typical case of a car accident scene. It makes people see that the initial favorability plummets at least fifty points! No wonder it was overthrown more than ten years ago, because it was not him who was wrong, but the world.

This world is a world that looks at faces. If it does not conform to the main theme of the world, then it will naturally fail.

"So...what are your opinion? Mr. Lyle? I don't like people who only keep talking big..." A sharp and unpleasant voice sounded, and the face of the Dark King, which was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, became ferocious in an instant, with a resentful look on his face, obviously stimulated by words. But he still suppressed his anger and tried his best to use his [Basic Eloquence LV10] skill to activate the mouth cannon so that Pei Chen could drive and support him like Quirrell.

"If you can join me, I will never treat you badly... When I come back, even if you are the number one hero under my command, I can give it to you even if you want to become the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic!" Voldemort said with great ambitions, trying to recruit Pei Chen. And the more he said, the louder he was, as if he believed the great prospects described by his casual blank check...

Well, the IQ is touching...

However, the effect seemed not as good as imagined. Voldemort's expectation Pei Chen was like Quirrell, his delicate body... Cough cough, the tiger's body shook, and the other party bowed his head and bowed. Instead, the young man in front of him was staring at him with a caring for the mentally retarded child, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Mr. Lyle! What do you mean?! I am optimistic about you and you will give you such a chance! Don't be ungrateful!!" The Dark King screamed in anger, but he felt very erotic and rude, which was a sign of guilt.

After all, Quirinas Quirou was fooled by a low probability event and could almost be classified as miracles. Now he is facing a mysterious practitioner from the ancient East, rather than a guy like Professor Quirou who is stupid after reading.

Pei Chen naturally could not be fooled by a down-and-out Dark King. He would not feel that he was in a weak position even when he faced Dumbledore, let alone the parasite that was not surprised by the person in front of him, and he did not even have his body. He did not care about the blank checks issued by Voldemort and his offense to him, but turned his eyes and suddenly changed into a very interested look.

"Well, Voldemort, I heard you are a purebredist? Do you think purebred nobles must be nobler than mixed-blood wizards?" Pei Chen organized the language and began to talk about the thing he was most interested in. Moreover, he did not seem to be asking Voldemort for advice, but just expressed his ideas.

Voldemort was about to publish a vigorous and intense reason for "On the 100,000 (completely untenable) reason for pure blood, but found that Pei Chen had not stopped talking at all, so he had to suppress his restless heart in disappointment and continue to listen to the person in front of him publishing his long speech.

"When I was looking through some information, I saw something about you... You have always adhered to the view of pure blood and nobleness, and the view was like Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago. I felt that Hogwarts should not accept mixed-race wizards, and pure-blood nobles should not intermarry with mixed-race or even Muggles to maintain their noble pure blood..."

The tone was neither ridiculous nor any encouragement. Pei Chen read the tone in a strange tone that seemed to be reciting Voldemort's previous story, which made the parties involved and Professor Quirrell feel very strange from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, ideals always need to be there, what if they are realized? So I won't say anything to your ambitions, although you don't realize that intermarriage in close relatives will only accelerate the demise of the wizard population." As if you were distracted from paying attention to Qi Luo's wand in your hand, Pei Chen's speech speed began to gradually slow down.

"Just like Dumbledore's ridiculous ideal when he was young, even when you were the 'Dark Lord', you never dared to fight head-on with Muggles when you were at the peak of your life in the magic world. At best, you just bomb a bridge and kill a lonely civilian, and engage in a terrorist attack or something..."

Voldemort's slender eyes became murderous. Under his influence, even Professor Quirrell's body seemed to be trembling with anger. Such humiliation, if it weren't for the wand being taken away and without the slightest ability to resist, he would never have been so angry.

Pei Chen naturally would not care about the whine of the defeated dog. He just felt that it was like a twitch in his mouth and was unhappy:

"Wizards are completely a vulnerable group than Muggles! Otherwise, who do you think the International Wizard Secretariat Act is protecting? Whether it is the absolute disadvantage in quantity or the relative disadvantage in force, the only difference may be that Dumbledore understands it, and you still hold your own delusion of life and death... Well, but you are not the only idiot with such thoughts, and you have nothing to say in this regard."

"What I really want to say is that there are so few real wizards, and there are never more than 10,000 people at the peak. They are all in one place and only in the size of a small town, and more than 200 of them are locked in the Azkaban Prison... You try your best to pursue your life to rule the magic world - at best you are a mayor, is it really worth paying so much?" Looking at the face growing on the back of Qiluo's head, Pei Chen felt his scalp tingling. If it were him, let alone a mayor, even the position of village chief in Konoha Village would definitely not cost him such a big price.

"..." Voldemort.

“…” Quirrell.

Voldemort's deformed face showed a wonderful look that he had never been before. Perhaps because he was too surprised and excited, he couldn't even speak incompletely: "You!...How are you...How dare you!..."

Some things have never been thought of, so they have always been taken for granted. However, when a bystander exposes some so-called truth from a clear third perspective from a place that cannot be said to be a mistake but is absolutely weird, the cruelty of the facts is often unacceptable to the parties involved. This is the case now Voldemort, who is angry and attacks his heart.

I insisted on the concept of more than ten years, and even caused a bloody storm for this. In the end, I paid a heavy price that was worse than death. I fell into panic all day long... but I still couldn't be successfully elected as the mayor... Is there anything more fucking thing in this world than this?!

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It's already past one o'clock in the morning.

However, the few people in the Forbidden Forest still had no intention of sleeping. Even though they were already sleepy and yawning, they still insisted on relying on the manpower that came in with the number of useless lights and moonlight in the Forbidden Forest.

However, this time they learned the essence, and they would not disperse their hands if they were killed. Four people, one dog, and one injured unicorn gathered together very vigilantly.

This has to be said to be very useful. Just over ten minutes ago, they successfully repelled a white-haired werewolf, which greatly boosted morale - although the sense of security does not substantially add many attributes to you, you cannot deny that sometimes it is really useful.

Following the traces of snake walking, he went deeper into the dense forest for about ten meters. Just as Hagrid was beginning to feel uneasy, the trees in front suddenly moved aside to both sides, and the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, revealing a large area of ​​messy open space.

"OMG!"

No matter how good Hermione is, she is still an eleven-year-old child and a girl. She was so scared that she screamed in shock by what she saw and heard. In contrast, Harry and Ron were just pale and their lips were pursed tightly, which was already a good courage.

The lifeless giant snake's corpse was already cold, like a stone carving under the moonlight. Although the person wearing the uniform robe unique to the Hogwarts teacher staff, who was lying on the ground with his eyes open and could not see who it was, his general identity was self-evident.

Such a scene made me stand at the scene of the crime without consciously, shaking my bloody right hand and tearing the clothes and cloth from the body to wipe the blood on my hands. It was so impactful at this moment. Whether it was a living dead person or a ruthless killer, for a young greenhouse flower like the Gryffindor and the other three, it was the most terrifying nightmare that I have ever had in the past eleven years!

"Ah, you are here, just right, the aftermath will be left to Hagrid... I'm not good at killing or burying, I'm not very good at such a job." Pei Chen smiled. He had no idea of ​​hierarchy at all, and he didn't think that presenting this bloody and violent scene to the children to see if there was any problem - caring for the flowers of the motherland, it was not his motherland anyway, it was okay!

"Professor Lyle! What are you doing?! Who is that person?!" Hager subconsciously blocked the few people and asked vigilantly.

"This, Professor Quirinas Quirou, the inaugural teacher of black magic defense..." Pei Chen introduced the identity of the cold corpse on the ground in an indifferent tone, and even stretched out his feet and kicked them out in disrespect.

"Professor Quirrell? How could he be here? Who killed him?" Hagrid was tall. He could see the appearance of the corpse at a glance. It was indeed Professor Quirrell, but his face was ferocious and distorted, not at all similar to his usual cowardly and docile appearance. Moreover, the iconic purple scarf was also untied and thrown aside.

"Why is he here? Well, I don't know much about this, maybe it's for unicorn blood! As for who killed him..."

Pei Chen became confused rarely.
Chapter completed!