I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"What are you looking at? Professor Quirrell, does he have any questions?"

Hermione looked at John, who was eating something in his mouth but staring unblinkingly at Quirrell, who was sitting on the professor's chair. She always felt that John seemed a bit scary today.

John said nothing.

However, his eyes instantly lit up with a faint glow, and the [Eye of Reality] was activated.

As a cool feeling came over his eyes, Quirrell's body in John's sight suddenly began to distort and transform into a strange aura.

One was Quirrell's own, and the other was Voldemort condensed on the back of the opponent's head.

However, this time except for these two strange auras.

John suddenly discovered the third group of breath.

"Mr. Dark Lord, you are so dishonest and it makes it very difficult for me..."

At this moment, John did not find any evidence of evil spirits possessing him, and Voldemort himself was still in the state of a half-dead soul.

However, that aura clearly came from evil spirits.

After breakfast, all the young wizards, including Miss Know-It-All, went to Snape's potions class. However, John skipped class without any scruples.

Quirrell followed quietly.

"Mr. Dark Lord, aren't you going to explain something to me? Your current behavior is no different from betrayal."

At a corner, John's cold voice made Quirrell, who was walking in front, pause for a moment.

The moment he turned around, he saw John holding a magic wand, exuding a terrifying aura called "You will stay here today".

"Walter, when did you catch up..."

Quirrell took two steps back in shock. His vigilance and reaction to the surrounding situation have always been Quirrell's strengths. Otherwise, he would not have been so bold.

Take Voldemort to the headquarters of Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century.

John looked at him coldly, and when he slowly raised the wand in his hand, he didn't even see him reciting a spell.

next moment.

"Crack!"

An electric arc with a slightly burnt smell spurted out, and instantly bombarded the bricks at the opponent's feet like a cannonball.

"ah!!!"

"Let your master speak."

The exorcism spell [Thunder of God's Punishment] that was drawn in the lottery some time ago was released in the form of a spell. Although the power was much smaller, it was more powerful because of its quick response and strong deterrence.

At this time, Quirrell, who had already been frightened by the cold murderous intent in John's eyes, no longer dared to hesitate.

I don't care whether this is my office or whether someone will rush over soon.

What he hurriedly did was to take off all the turbans on his head.

He looked at Voldemort's still disgusted face appearing in front of him.

"Did you meet Lucius Malfoy when you left Hogwarts this time?"

The tone was like interrogating a prisoner, and Voldemort's eyes, which had just taken a breath, instantly turned dangerous. As the former Dark Lord, Voldemort immediately felt that his dignity had been seriously violated.

However.

When bursts of mysterious and ethereal holy light reflected on John's body through the beautifully painted glass on the window in the corridor nearby, a pair of looming angel wings appeared behind John like a halo in an instant.

John's expression was calm. The golden current pulsating on the yew wand, which was as white as ivory, instantly made Voldemort, who was still angry, become scared on the spot.

"Yes, he contacted me through the Death Eaters."

"What does he want from you? He bothers you to leave Hogwarts in person?!"

Voldemort:

The anger in his heart became more intense because of John's tone, which was now more like interrogating a prisoner.

However, on the surface, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and gritted his teeth when facing John, who was no match for him at all.

"He said there was a way to resurrect me, and the condition was that I would mobilize the Death Eaters' connections and provide him with the home addresses and conditions at home of some Ministry of Magic officials. In addition...

"He planned an attack on Hogwarts."

When Voldemort said the last sentence, he obviously paid attention to John's reaction for a moment.

I want to see a trace of surprise and nervousness on the other person's face.

However, he was unsurprisingly disappointed.

The sneer was accompanied by a deep disdain, which made the corners of John's mouth curve up unabashedly.

"It seems that at least our Mr. Malfoy has become very courageous now. Even I, a little Gryffindor wizard, can't help but want to applaud him."

Voldemort was silent, nervously looking at the beating golden thunder at the tip of John's wand.

I was thinking about how I would escape if the other party suddenly made a killing move.

Seemingly seeing through Voldemort's little thoughts, John curled his lips in disdain.

"Now tell me, the last question, where are Lucius and the others, and how many evil spirits are following him, and what are they like?"

"Here are three questions..."

John sneered: "Really? Three questions. I think for the sake of those Horcruxes you have, Mr. Dark Lord will definitely know everything, right?"

"Walter?!"

Now, after Quirrell's shock just now, it's finally our turn, Mr. Dark Lord.

His face suddenly turned gloomy, as if it had changed from cement to asphalt.

"Mr. Constantine, I don't understand what you mean!"

The two looked at each other, and the increasingly intense teasing and provocation in John's eyes made Voldemort instantly start to doubt himself.

Could it be that he really knows everything?!

Sure enough, in the next moment, John softly said one thing after another. Even if he didn't say a word, Voldemort's "heart" would twitch.

"A diary you used when you were young"

"Special ring inlaid with Resurrection Stone"

"It's in Hogwarts right now, where the Ravenclaw's crown should be hidden."

"Hufflepuff's golden cup..."

Every time John said something, he slowly took a step closer to the other person.

Like a cat blocking a mouse in a corner, the golden thunder beating on the wand in his hand seemed like a man laughing ferociously, about to start the flogging.

The beating became more intense.

"Mr. Dark Lord, what do you think the remaining two will be?"

John had almost forced the opponent into the corner, and his feet were slowly floating in the air under the influence of the holy light, so that at this moment, he and Voldemort's face were at the same height.

Looking at John's young face that was almost close to him.

Under Voldemort's control, Quirrell's body was trembling violently with his back to the two of them.

Even he didn't know much of what John just said. However, judging from Voldemort's reaction, it was definitely not a bluff.

John sneered and spoke again, but in an instant Voldemort's last psychological defense line collapsed.

"A box? And a living thing?"

"enough!"

Voldemort's roar was even filled with fear, and he finally blurted it out at this moment.

John had a winner's smile on his face.

Looking down at each other from above.

At this moment, Voldemort in front of him didn't know that he had unintentionally created the seventh Horcrux, Harry Potter.

However, John, as a time traveler, knows all of this clearly.

"So, Mr. Dark Lord, I think even if I ask you thirty questions now, you will definitely answer me very seriously, right?"

Voldemort almost hated the John in front of him. He looked at John with a pair of angry eyes for a short time.

Finally it slowly lowered.

"I don't know where exactly Lucius and the others are, but... their next step is to create a more horrific murder in Devon County, targeting you and Dumbledore."

"Where's the time?"

"I don't know... I really don't know!"

Looking at the wand that had almost poked him in the face, the golden thunder beating on the tip of the wand, despite John's exquisite control, showed no sign of going berserk at all.

But it was like a hot dagger stabbing the face in pain.

But it also instantly caused Voldemort to scream.

"This is all I know, Lucius Malfoy has gone crazy, he even eats people! Ahhh!"

Voldemort shouted in panic, and Quirrell, who was possessed by him, had raised his hands and was lying on the wall beside him.

Cold sweat accompanied the physical pain, seeping out of his pores like a showerhead, but in the blink of an eye, his clothes were wet all over.

"No, please, Mr. Constantine, no, master, what he said is true, don't kill me."

John narrowed his eyes and moved the wand away from the other party's flounder-like cheek.

A ferocious crescent-shaped scar appeared on Voldemort's face, causing the latter to wail in pain.

Looking at Quirrell, who immediately collapsed on the ground after putting away his wand, as if his strength had been drained, John's eyes were still fixed on Voldemort, who was at the back of his head.

"So, Mr. Voldemort, let's talk about the other two questions. What else is around Gansius?"

Voldemort's already ugly face was trembling violently.

That hideous scar seemed to carry a severe burning sensation that showed no sign of weakening, making him seem to be enduring such torture all the time.

Now, he really didn't dare to hide anything in front of John.

The exorcist boy in front of me is too scary.

Not only is his strength terrifying and boundless, but he also seems to have no secrets in front of the opponent.

His voice was a little trembling, and he honestly recounted the contents of the deal he and Lucius had reached and the situation that day.

"He said he would let the evil spirit create a new body for me entirely made of the wizard's organs. It would probably take a few days..."

John smiled coldly and looked at the other person as if he were a fool.

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"If I guess correctly, that evil spirit should be an A-level evil spirit called [Ghost Lady]. Haha, create a brand new body. Mr. Dark Lord, it seems that you really lost your mind in order to be resurrected. To the side.

"Aren't you worried that after your soul enters that body, it will be like entering a prison?"

"So you like Azkaban Play so much"

"Walter?!"

Voldemort's eyes widened, but John curled his lips and suddenly took out a bunch of keys-like things from his arms.

One by one

Coins engraved with different badges come into view.

John squatted down slightly and looked at Quirrell, who seemed to be exhausted and lying on the ground covered in sweat.

Slowly raising the silver coins in his hand above his head, the bright sunlight shining through the window on the side made the engravings on the coins appear on Quirrell's body in the form of shadows.

John looked at Quirrell, who stared at him with squinting eyes and fear, and Voldemort, who felt extremely uncomfortable under the light.

Speak calmly.

"There is a demon in hell named Dolos. His most famous power is to control puppets. Unfortunately, the evil spirit [Mrs. Ghost] who is going to make you a new body is...

It's his retinue...

John said, and suddenly there was a violent sizzling sound like a barbecue, accompanied by Quirrell's scream on the ground.

John pressed the engraved silver coin he picked out in his hand on the other person's head.

"Mr. Dark Lord, for the sake of your honesty this time, I will not charge you for this exorcism."

As he spoke, John suddenly began to speak a spell that quickly enchanted the demon.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I call you, nameless evil spirit!"

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"Leave this possessed body and return to the dark place from which you came..."

"Under the glory of the Lord, I command you not to entangle this innocent soul or disrupt the sacred order."

"May you repent, accept God's forgiveness, and return to the road of eternal salvation...

Under the gaze of John's [eyes of truth], the "sizzling" billowing demonic energy began to gradually disperse from Qigang's body as his exorcism progressed.

Then, under the illumination of the holy light all over his body, he was instantly shattered by the impact.

"In the name of the Lord, I declare your bondage! With the power of the Bible, I dispel your darkness! May the Lord's protection envelope this believer and restore him to new life and light."

".....Bo]!"

The exorcism is over.

John slowly stood up and put away his things. At the same time, he seemed to have thought of something and squatted down again, looking at Voldemort who was so weak that he almost fell asleep.

"Mr. Dark Lord, I have just eliminated the demon thread in your body. If you don't want to commit suicide, go find that guy again. "I don't think you need to worry about it for the time being.

Wonderful to become the puppet of evil spirits"

"Of course, in order for us to get along with each other more happily in the future...

John placed a hand deep inside his body and gently pressed his thumb on the scar he had just made on the other person's face.

The scars stimulated by the holy light began to feel severe pain again, causing the Dark Lord's eyes to widen in an instant as he was still so weak that he seemed to be about to faint.

"Uh ah ah!"

Amid the screams, there was no trace of pity in John's eyes.

"I will only say this once, Tom Riddle. I don't care whether you have any plans or what kind of self-confidence you have that makes you look like a wretch now.

You, are you still thinking about your dream of ruling the British city? "

John's voice was cold.

"If you let me know in the future that you left Hogwarts, even with Professor Dumbledore's permission but without my permission, I promise..."

Both Quirrell and Voldemort were looking at devils at this moment, and Chen Yi looked painfully at John, who was slowly lowering his body.

The other party's eyes looking down at them were like looking at two disobedient ants.

"The moment you step out of Hogwarts, you step into hell!"

"Be wise, Tom Riddle, I am not a good-natured person...

Looking at John's little figure leaving.

Both Quirrell and Voldemort seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, gasping for breath.

After dealing with Voldemort's little trouble, John still had no intention of going back to Potions class [he walked quickly towards Dumbledore's office.

Whether it was the power that Lucius Malfoy now represented, or the terrible attack plan they planned with the Death Eaters, John would never be able to ignore it.

To stop all of this now, it is necessary to use Dumbledore's power and influence.

When John gently knocked on the door of the office, the door opened.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the principal's office in front of him, suddenly smiled meaningfully at him, with relief and a little shock in his smile.

"Mr. Constantine, I think as the principal of Hogwarts, I need to say thank you...three",