Chapter 224 Horcrux

Facing Voldemort's solicitation, Kyle could only say that he had no fluctuations in his heart.

Look at what the "big villain" said sixty years ago...for the greater good.

It sounds high-end and upscale, making people excited.

Compare it to Voldemort again... he doesn't give any benefits, and every time he opens his mouth, he gets power and status, which are empty promises.

To be honest, this old-fashioned trick can deceive a simple fool like Quirrell.

But Kyle thought about it carefully and soon felt relieved.

After all, whether it's Slytherin's locket or Hufflepuff's gold cup, all the good things Voldemort collected have been made into Horcruxes, so it's naturally impossible to take them out.

And if he also had a slogan that could make people's blood boil...

For example, before the war, shout "I am the chosen one and the only one", or "fight for a better tomorrow". Maybe the current principal of Hogwarts is not Dumbledore, but Riddle. .

Kyle cursed in his mind.

Because of the protection of Occlumency, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Kyle didn't respond, he thought that his price was not enough.

"What a greedy boy..."

Voldemort continued to say in his hoarse voice: "What if I can make you immortal...just like me, you don't have to suffer the pain of aging, don't have to worry about death, and become eternity in this world!"

This time the bewitchment finally took shape.

"That's exactly what I want to ask." Kyle lowered his head, pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Voldemort, can you tell me how the Horcrux is made..."

"kill him!"

Before Kyle could finish speaking, Voldemort's angry roar could be heard in his ears.

The Horcrux was his biggest secret. Although he didn't know how the little wizard in front of him found out about it, it didn't matter anymore. He had to die!

Quirrell seemed to have wanted to do this for a long time. He immediately turned around and raised his wand.

A flash of green light appeared faintly...

"Avada..."

But Kyle was faster than him. At the same time as Voldemort gave the order, he also opened his box...

A big dog with three heads rushed out instantly and bit Quirrell's arm.

"Click..."

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

Quirrell's hand was broken and the wand fell to the ground. He wanted to pick it up, but the next second, a scorching flame swept over him.

Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, flew behind Kyle, spitting dragon flames wantonly.

Because he had been parasitized by Voldemort for a long time and had most of his life force drained away from the biting cabbage, Quirrell was already almost exhausted.

Burned by the dragon flames, his screams only lasted for a moment before disappearing.

When Kyle dispersed the dragon flames, Quirrell had only one breath left.

He lay motionless on the ground, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly.

If it hadn't been for drinking the unicorn's blood in advance, he might have been dead by now.

Lu Wei opened his mouth and bit half of Quirrell's body, and Norbert flew to the side, ready to spit out dragon flames again at any time.

"That's what I just wanted to say..." Kyle walked over, shook his head slightly and said, "It's very dangerous to point a wand at others casually, Professor Quirrell."

"Who are you!" Voldemort's eyes flashed with a fierce look.

If looks could kill, Kyle would have died countless times... Well, Voldemort's looks could indeed kill, but unfortunately he was too weak now to cast spells without a wand.

Quirrell's condition makes it impossible for him to draw out his life force again.

"Mr. Voldemort, your time is precious now, so don't say anything useless."

Kyle asked again: "How are Horcruxes made?"

At this time, Voldemort seemed to accept everything before him and gradually became calmer.

"How do you know about Horcruxes?" he asked.

"What a coincidence. You should know about the Room of Requirement, that magical room on the eighth floor."

Kyle smiled and said: "Guess what I found inside..."

"Tsk, I have to say, that plaster statue is really ugly."

"Ravenclaw's diadem..." Voldemort said dryly.

"That's right... of course. After all, it was something you put there with your own hands. You must know it."

"I was ecstatic when I first found it, but I soon realized something was wrong," Kyle said.

"After that, I spent a whole school year going through all the books at home to confirm that the crown was made into a Horcrux."

"I'm very curious about this, but the contents of those records are too general, and there is no information about the production process of Horcruxes at all."

"I've also seen the restricted book section of the library, and there are no clues there either..."

"It's Dumbledore..." Voldemort sneered: "Maybe he put away all the books related to Horcruxes, that hypocritical guy."

"So, I can only ask you." Kyle shrugged and said, "After all, I can't go to the principal to ask for those things."

"But why should I tell you?" Voldemort sneered: "You can kill Quirrell now. He is just a waste, a tool that is not very useful. Even if he dies, it will not have any impact on me."

"It seems you are not going to tell me." Kyle said disappointedly.

"No, I changed my mind. I decided to tell you. As a reward for finding the crown, I decided to tell you everything about the Horcrux!"

Voldemort suddenly laughed, and laughed like a madman: "Hey hehehe... Dumbledore, my dear professor, you must not agree that I teach him these, but I want to teach... What can you do to me, the great... Dumbledore?"

"Listen carefully, the production of Horcruxes requires killing... But before that, you need to master a special spell that allows you to touch your soul..."

Kyle was slightly startled. He had planned to threaten Voldemort by handing over the crown to Dumbledore, but he didn't expect that he would agree inexplicably.

Just to compete with Dumbledore?

What is this, love and hate? Dumbledore is too popular...

But these have nothing to do with him.

Kyle looked at Voldemort warily, and then took out the shorthand quill and parchment.

The room seemed to have turned into a classroom all of a sudden, except that the professor in front of him was a little dangerous, the kind that could kill him at any time.

To be honest, Voldemort really has the potential to be a professor. He can always find the most critical issues, and then use his own understanding to simply summarize those lengthy contents into a few sentences.

Even if it is as complicated as Horcruxes, he only took a few minutes to finish it. There was no nonsense throughout the whole process, all of it was practical.

"I am looking forward to it..." Voldemort sneered: "If Dumbledore finds you when you are making Horcruxes... his expression must be very exciting... hehe."