Superman at Hogwarts

Hogwarts' Little Superman - Chapter 036 [Interrogation of Quirrell]

After the troll was sent away, Quirrell was also sent away by Professor McGonagall. He left the corridor on the second floor with a confused look on his face.

""Damn Mudblood!" Quirrell muttered to himself in the quiet and deserted corridor. He couldn't imagine that the operation he had planned for a long time would end with the killing of a little wizard! Is the troll really that incompetent?

"I don't know what the situation is over there... Master, how about I go and take a look now?" Professor Quirrell suddenly lowered his head and asked respectfully.

""Don't you have a brain?" A deep voice came from Quirrell's hat:"I can say for sure that Dumbledore must be guarding the Philosopher's Stone now. You will only walk into a trap if you go there!

Act according to the plan! Wait until the end of the school year to get it, and get the other things first!"

Quirrell didn't notice that there seemed to be a different black shadow above his head - in the shadow, there was a blue tights, a dark red cape behind him, a red underwear on his crotch, and a big letter S on his chest.

But what was different from the average Superman was that this guy had a blue hood with red patterns on his face, two yellow lightning bolts on each of his left and right temples, and a huge black pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and forehead - this was Kerry's new custom-made equipment, which had just been mailed to him via owl a few days ago.

Because of the blue hood, Kerry looked more like a Kamen Rider at this time!

The professors' offices all had a separate cubicle, and their dormitories were inside the office, of course not all of them, such as Professor McGonagall, whose home was in Hogsmeade Village, although she hardly left Hogwarts.

At the moment when Quirrell pushed open his office, a black shadow jumped down from the ceiling.——"thump……"Quirrell collapsed at the door of his office.

Kerry dragged Quirrell into the house with a smile of revenge...

When Quirrell woke up, he found himself tied to a chair, with his hands turned over and tied firmly to the backrest of the chair.

At the same time, Quirrell was stripped naked, leaving only his underwear to pitifully protect Quirrell's vital parts. Behind

Quirrell's head - Voldemort had just woken up, because the two shared the same body, so as long as the body was unconscious, both souls would lose consciousness.

At this moment, Quirrell's head was tightly tied with a black bag, and Voldemort also lost his sight. In fact, Quirrell's back was only 10 centimeters away from the wall. If Voldemort opened his eyes, he would just be looking at a wall.

"Don't try to struggle!" An old and dull voice sounded, like the groan of a dying person:"I use the latest titanium alloy wire, which even a giant cannot break free of. Not to mention an ordinary wizard."

At the other end of the office, Kerry was sitting leisurely on the sofa, looking around the office.

"From now on, I ask you questions and you must answer them within ten seconds, otherwise I will……"Kerry paused and picked up a pencil from the table.

"Whoosh——"Kerry threw the pencil with great force, hitting Quirrell's foot.

Kerry's arm strength exceeded twenty tons, and his speed almost exceeded the speed of sound. The pencil thrown with such strength was like a sharp bullet!

Quirrell's foot was like a piece of tofu, and the pencil was gently inserted into it. The position of the pencil was exactly in the middle of the instep. Kerry could even hear the"crunch" sound of the middle finger bone being penetrated - in addition, some flesh and blood came out from both ends of the pencil, splashing on the wall and Quirrell's legs.

Quirrell's foot was already disabled...

As the pencil was inserted, Quirrell let out an incredible scream, but it was a pity that this was his own office - in order to keep it secret from Voldemort, he set up countless spells to prevent the sound from being transmitted - so that even such a tragic scream could only be transmitted within the small office, and could not be leaked out at all.

"Now stop your ridiculous voice, I'm going to start talking about the problem!" Kerry said coldly

"Whoosh——"Another pencil, but this one just brushed past Quirrell's ear. The sonic boom was so piercing that Quirrell stopped howling instantly.

He finally realized that this man would really kill him!

"How did Voldemort get behind you?" Kerry asked

"I don't know any Voldemort!" Quirrell said, enduring the pain in his foot.

"Whoosh——"Kerry threw a third pencil, and Quirrell's other foot was also damaged.

"Ah!!!!"Qiluo's roar reappeared instantly.

"I don't want to hear lies!" Kerry said

"Shut up!"Voldemort's voice came through the black cloth:"Can't you even bear this little pain?"

"My most noble... lord! I... Of course I can……"Quirrell replied with difficulty

"It's an honor to meet you for the first time!" Kerry joked:

"If I'm not mistaken, you two share the same body, so you should use the same sense of touch and pain.

So you should have felt the pain of the piercing through your feet. I didn't expect you to be able to keep silent. I should say - you are worthy of being the Great Demon King! Right? Mr. Voldemort!"

After hearing this, Quirrell and Voldemort were shocked at the same time.

"What do you want to do?"Voldemort asked, replacing Quirrell.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to get to know you and ask you some simple questions." Kerry said:"I don't want to repeat what I said, now I will ask the first question - what is the most valuable thing in this office?"

"There is a small mechanism in the drawer of the desk, which contains hundreds of thousands of gold Galleons and some good little things. You can take them away!" said Voldemort.

"Wrong answer!" Kerry shot the pencil in his hand between Quirrell's legs.

However, unexpectedly - Quirrell did not react, but just shrank his legs in the wind driven by the pencil.

Wow! Is Quirrell's thing so short? Kerry was stunned - the pencil was only about three centimeters away from the pubic bone, and it didn't hit the target!

Kerry suddenly felt a little sorry for Professor Quirrell - being parasitized was fine, but it turned out to be so short? I might as well explode it for you ("explosion" in the physical sense)."）！

"Do you think I am someone who lacks that money?"Kerry said,"If you don't want to suffer the pain of being castrated, tell me now, immediately, right now - what is the most valuable thing! Listen carefully! What I am asking about is the most valuable, not those waste paper-like gold galleons!"

"In the left drawer of the bookcase! The small bookcase!" Quirrell spoke first before Voldemort could speak. The cool breeze from his lower body made Quirrell give up his resistance.

""Damn it!" Voldemort's voice came out. He was obviously very annoyed with Quirrell. He tried to threaten Quirrell but it was useless.

Kerry picked up a hook from the table - this is a common tool in potion learning - hooked the drawer and pulled it open.

The drawer was cast with a [Traceless Extension Charm], at least 10 feet in size, and there were dozens of notebooks and books in different states.

"What's this?"

"It's all black magic!" Voldemort said:"The most valuable thing in this room is actually only one, and that is me - the great Lord Voldemort! If there is anything worth mentioning, it is these rubbish books."

Kerry understood, this is the real reason why Quirrell defected to Voldemort - Quirrell felt that he could no longer move forward, so he thought of the black magic! Then it is obvious that the strongest black magician in Britain is Voldemort - these books should have been looted by Voldemort in Albania

【Good harvest! Kerry was delighted. There was very little information on dark magic at Hogwarts, and real dark wizards were usually passed down by word of mouth. Such valuable information was hard to come by.

"The second question is - Voldemort, where is your illegitimate son or daughter?"Kerry said calmly

"I don't have any descendants! That's the behavior of lower animals, and I will live forever.……"Before Voldemort could finish his words, a new pencil pierced Quirrell's left leg.

"Ah!" Quirrell roared, groaning in pain.

"There are many interesting things in the dark magic. If you want to learn or study them, you must have the blood of descendants. Some even require killing offspring in order to learn.

And you are one of the most accomplished dark lords in the world.���Can you hold it back?

So you must have descendants, and they must be born after 1955. I have investigated you. Since 1957, you have almost disappeared from everyone's sight. You have been missing for ten years!

During the ten years you disappeared, you have been to many places. If I am not mistaken, your child was born at that time! And the birthplace must be in England! Maybe even in your hometown... Let me think, it is called Little Hangleton, right?"

"During those ten years, you not only existed as a Dark Lord, but you should also be an unknown, kind father - you came to Hogwarts again in 1967, not to become a professor here.

Your real purpose was to watch your children grow up, just like you did back then. I think if Dumbledore was willing to let you become a professor at Hogwarts, you would definitely postpone your plan to become a Dark Lord for at least 7 years, waiting for your illegitimate son to graduate from here, right?"

"Who are you?"Voldemort has never felt"fear" for anyone else. If there is, it is only one person - Dumbledore - but from today on, Tom Riddle's fear list has three names!

【First, Albus Dumbledore】

【Second, Death】

【Third, Super Wizard! 】