"Well, dear friends and relatives, what's the matter? Do you want me to pay more?"
Zhuo Qun finished smoking and refilled one for himself, then looked at Zhang Zhiwei and said: "I'm suing you about Zhang Huaiyi. I've already told you most of the things about Ba Qiqi. Even my real name is Wu Gensheng." I’ve said it all, what else do you want?”
Zhuo Qun watched Zhang Zhiwei blow out the smoke from his mouth.
Zhang Zhiwei bit his cigarette fiercely and said: "How could I do anything to my close friends and relatives at that time? If this is going to spread, I, the sixty-fifth generation Heavenly Master, don't want to lose face."
After speaking, Zhang Zhiwei released his golden light spell with all his strength, directly dyeing everything around him golden.
Zhuo Qun looked at Zhang Zhiwei with fluttering beard and hair, and then looked at the Longhushan disciples behind Zhang Zhiwei who were carefully holding away the male and female swords and Yangping Zhidu Seals, and smiled.
"What Dumbledore did in the West was outrageous and was about to destroy most of the Western magical world. Do you want such close friends and relatives?"
Zhuo Qun looked at Zhang Zhiwei and said.
To be honest, Zhuo Qun actually doesn't care whether Dumbledore will destroy the Western magical world. What he cares about is whether people in the Western magical world can be used. In this world, what Zhuo Qun values most is not The Eight Magical Skills are not Qi skills, but the life-like spells in Harry Potter.
Those things are also very useful to Zhuo Qun and the main world, especially the traceless expansion spell and its permanent form.
These things are really useful, but to cast this spell requires a very high level of spell cultivation, and what Dumbledore is doing is breaking the foundation of a magical world, which makes Zhuo Qun very unhappy.
Because Dumbledore cut off the foundation of the wizarding world and was destroying Zhuo Qun's leeks.
He is also planning to expand the population base of people in the Western magic world, and then select qualified mage candidates from the expanded population, let them study hard, and then enter the main world and use the traceless expansion spell to target the buildings in the main world. And industrial products for some permanent spells yet.
As long as he thought about where the magical creatures were and the suitcase inside, countless ideas came to Zhuo Qun's mind, but Zhuo Qun also knew that this thing was difficult to make, so he had to deal with Dumbledore.
Don't talk about good and evil here. At this level, there is no such thing as good and evil. Everyone is just fighting for their own interests. It's just Zhuo Qun who brought in foreign aid.
"Just because he will destroy the Western magical world, he is my best friend and relative!"
Zhang Zhiwei's words were sonorous, powerful, and inspiring.
Zhuo Qun didn't know what to say.
"Is that so?"
Zhuo Qun watched Zhang Zhiwei light another cigarette for himself. The previous cigarette was frightened when Zhang Zhiwei spoke.
Zhuo Qun was smoking a cigarette, while Ma Chao and Sun Ce were still rolling on the ground and fighting like children, and there were also roaring sound effects, which made people upset.
So Zhuo Qun kicked them and kicked them directly into the space-time gate, and said to Sun Quan, "Help me find Zhang Liang."
"Why are you looking for Zixu?"
Sun Quan looked at Sun Ce and Sun Ce who were kicked in the door and said that he no longer wanted to care about his brother and Ma Chao's affairs. It was just like saying in other worlds that he was tired.
But this is better than when he knew that he was Sun Shiwan, so now he has received the final blow, and he can turn a blind eye to his brother's embarrassing things.
After all, this matter will spread throughout the world sooner or later.
So the Sun family has already let themselves go.
Zhuo Qun touched his chin and said, "Let Zhang Liang come and give a sermon?"
After hearing Zhuo Qun's words, Sun Quan suddenly lost his wits and said in a bald voice, "Aren't you afraid that Zixu will come over and teach him his stupid ways?"
Zhuo Qun immediately fell silent after saying this. This is really a thing. Immortals are all brainless, they are all completely vaporized, and their brains are useless. When you think about it, it is true.
Then Zhuo Qun suddenly realized something. He was looking for Zhang Liang, not Zixu.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Qun looked at Sun Quan helplessly and said, What I am looking for is not Zixu, but Zhang Liang, the living one.
"It's different."
Sun Quan lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and spoke nonchalantly.
Zhang Zhiwei heard the exchange between the two and asked: "Who is Zixu, and what does he have to do with Liuhou?"
Zhuo Qun and Sun Quan looked at each other. How should I say this? Should I say it's related or not? Everyone knows that Zixu is Zhang Liang, but they just don't admit it to each other. After all, Zhang Liang doesn't want to say it. The brainless Zixu is himself.
And Zixu can shamelessly say that he is the wise sage Zhang Liang. It would be very shameful to admit this.
Zhuo Qun said this purely because he wanted to change the subject. He had not accepted Zhang Zhiwei and Dumbledore as so-called close friends and relatives for a while.
At this time, in a black forest in Albania.
A tall and thin man with silver hair and beard long enough to be tucked into his belt, wearing a purple cloak and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles, an old man with half-moon eyes on his head, and an old man wearing a large hat. Young people in scarves walking together.
This old man has a crooked aquiline nose that must have been broken several times. His eyes are blue, and he is holding a plate of things that look like cockroaches crawling around in his hands. He stuffed it into his mouth and ate it with relish.
The man next to him didn't say a word, but his face was pale and a little gloomy.
"Qui Luo, don't you blame me for this?"
The old man said after taking a few bites.
"Professor Dumbledore, I agreed to this myself, how can I blame you?"
The man with a pale face and a turban said with an indifferent smile: "If you could stop eating the cockroaches, maybe I would be in a better mood."
"Oh, no, Quirrell, you have to be considerate of a wayward old man's last indulgence. If I don't eat sweets, I won't be able to eat them until I die."
Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Quirrell through his glasses. Although he said he should be considerate to the old man, he still burned the pile of cockroaches with fierce fire.
Looking at what Dumbledore was doing, there was no emotion on Quirrell's face. The two of them walked deeper into the forest for a while. At this time, Dumbledore suddenly stopped.
"Come on out, Tom, it's time for you to take action again."
Dumbledore looked into the silent forest and shouted.
Then a hoarse and weak voice sounded from close to the ground.
"Professor? I really didn't expect that you would be the first person to see me?"
The voice was weak, as if it might break at any time, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable, but neither Quirrell nor Dumbledore did anything.
"Tom, now that the younger generation of purebloods are growing up again, I need you."
Dumbledore said with a dull expression.
"It's so funny that Dumbledore, the great White Wizard, needs me, and Voldemort, the failed Dark Lord, needs me."
After saying this, Voldemort began to laugh, but his laughter was intermittent and changed several places.
"Yes, little Tom, I need you. Just like when I dealt with the pure-blood nobles of the previous generation, I, Dumbledore, need you again. Are you willing to join forces with me again now?"
Dumbledore did not refute Voldemort's words, but directly stated that he needed Voldemort.
If this conversation was known to other wizards, it would definitely explode. You must know that the White Wizard Dumbledore was the last barrier against the Dark Lord back then. He protected the younger generation of the wizarding world. Everyone regarded him as Of the savior of incomparable integrity.
But the current dialogue clearly made it clear that the confrontation between black and white wizards back then was not that simple.
Quirrell, who was standing next to Dumbledore, had a calm expression on his face and was not at all frightened by the conversation between the two.
"Why do you want me to die again?"
Voldemort's erratic voice came from high up this time.
Dumbledore looked up and saw that the one making the sound was a tit. The tit's eyes were staring straight at Dumbledore, and it didn't look like a bird at all.
Dumbledore said calmly: "I will die this time. I have reached my age and I no longer have the energy to bring out a third Dark Lord, so let's cripple them once and for all so that they can never stand up again."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, there was no more sound in the woods.
After a while, Quirrell began to take off his turban, "Senior Tom, I will be your temporary Horcrux this time. From now on, we will live together, and I ask you to take good care of me."
After saying this, Quirrell closed his eyes and waited for the Dark Lord to possess him.
"Wait a minute. Your body is too healthy for me to possess you. Just stay here for half a year. I will be able to possess you after half a year."
The tit looked at Quirrell and said.
Quirrell looked at the tit and said, "Senior, our time is precious, so let's not waste it."
"Isn't it time for Harry Potter to enter school? There is still nearly a year left. Why are you in a hurry?"
The tit flew to Quirrell's head and pecked him hard on the head.
"Half a year? Tom, do you need half a year? Well, then, I will prepare the Philosopher's Stone in half a year. Then I can start. This time I will train Harry Potter as your opponent."
Dumbledore looked at the tits and said, "I left Hogwarts on the pretext of going to the Ministry of Magic, so I can't leave for too long, so I'm leaving now."
"Professor, Fudge is not a qualified Minister of Magic. He is just a villain who is greedy for power."
The tit possessed by Voldemort turned back to look at Dumbledore and said.
"If he wasn't a power-hungry villain, I wouldn't have used him. You know, for me, if the Minister of Magic is unqualified, then he is qualified."
Dumbledore staggered towards the path he had come from, and when he was ten meters away from them, he apparated and left the forest.
"Boy, why do you want to help our White Demon King?"
Voldemort made no secret of his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore and directly called him the White Devil.
In his opinion, there is no difference between himself and Dumbledore, except that Dumbledore is a bright and beautiful person, while he has embarked on a dark path. And fundamentally they are not good people.
"I'm half-blood and a Muggle Studies professor."
Quirrell said calmly.
At this time, a female voice sounded from the tree.
"Lord Voldemort, now you believe my master's words."
Quirrell looked up when he heard the sound and found a woman wearing a black ninja uniform sitting on a tree. No one had noticed her existence before.
"Who are you?"
When Quirrell saw the woman, he whipped out his wand and hit her with Expelliarmus. This was a shock magic, and it was very useful.
The woman hooked her legs on the branch and turned around to avoid Quirrell's attack. At the same time, she threw out several shurikens from her hands, and those shurikens flew towards Quirrell in a curved trajectory. Immediately prepare to apparate to avoid the attack.
But at some point, Quirrell was surrounded by a bunch of threads, and there were a lot of talismans on those threads. Quirrell only recognized two of them, which were fire talismans, a magical flame from the East. Like Lihuo, it can burn in water.
He can't deal with this.
At the same time, a handsome middle-aged man appeared opposite Quirrell.
Quirrell looked at this man, and then at the tit that was still standing on his shoulder.
"Shit!"
He knew the man in front of him, Tom Marvolo Riddle, who had not used those transformation spells on him, which made him feel that both he and the professor had been fooled.
"Quirinus Quirrell? You are a smart man, aren't you? Accept my divided soul and become my Horcrux."
Tom said looking at Quirrell.
"Do I have any choice?"
Quirrell twitched the corner of his mouth and said.
Tom looked at Quirrell and said, "No!"
Then a Cruciatus Curse reached Quirrell. When Quirrell fell to the ground, his wand was still glowing, and he seemed to be ready to attack.
"It's not a good habit to not listen to others' advice."
Tom came to Quirrell and picked up his wand. He waved it not very smoothly, but it was better than nothing, right?
"Miss Nisigyo Kikuko, what exactly does your master want to do?"
Tom asked as he looked at Nishikata Kikuko jumping down from the tree.
"Get rid of Dumbledore. My master is disgusted with him and feels that he can no longer let him do it. If he does it, your wizarding world will be useless, which he doesn't like very much!"
Nishixie Kikuko looked at Tom holding the wand and said: "Mr. Voldemort, you have to know that you have recovered your true form now because of my master, so you'd better be obedient, otherwise..."
Xixie Juzi shook the bronze rattle in his hand.
As soon as the drum clanged, Tom Riddle's expression immediately changed. Then he knelt on the ground on one knee, covering his heart, and roared, and the veins on his body bulged.
"I can make you live, I can make you die, and I can even make your life worse than death, so you have to figure out whether you want to cooperate with us."
