Chapter 43: House Cup Shenanigans, and Dark Lords Life (2/2)
As he predicted, the moment he came down from his dorm room, second years surrounded him.
”Okay! Aye, wait - wait! You hooligans! Here, take these, and leave me alone,” he handed the copies to the mindless second years.
”Oh, come on! How do you score more than a hundred percent?!” asked one of them.
Quinn lifted his hands and showed it to them, ”These hands have magic in them. Whatever they write turns to pure intellectual gold.”
Marietta Edgecombe raised her hand and asked, ”Quinn, I have a job for you.”
Quinn tilted his head, ”Now?”
She nodded and took out a sickle, ”Let me kick you, and I will give you this sickle.”
Quinn joined his hands in front of him and politely bowed, ”I would like to inform you we at A.I.D reserve our right to accept requests and would like to politely refuse this task.”
Edgecombe snorted and crossed her arms in amusements.
Second-year at Hogwarts was over, and Quinn was returning home.
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Quinn got off the red train and looked around the platform. He saw the reporters scattered around. They were waiting for the Potters to come down from the train. Students needed to board the Hogwarts Express without exceptions to exit and enter Hogwarts.
He didn't take a few steps, and a reporter stopped him.
'Why is he stopping me?' thought Quinn, puzzled at the situation.
”Hey little buddy, can you tell me something about Harry Potter?” asked the reporter.
'Ah, of course,' realized Quinn.
Not wanting to entertain the reporter, Quinn pointed to his left and yelled, ”Look, Ivy Potter just came out of the train!”
When the reporter looked to the side, Quinn slipped by and letting the horde of deboarding students act as his camouflage.
Quinn looked for the one who was picking him up and immediately found the person. It was Uncle Elliot, the West family butler. He still looked perfect, with not a single thing out of place. Clothes perfectly ironed, shoes polished, hair combed perfectly, and his patent kind expression on his face.
”Uncle Elliot!” Quinn yelled, beaming as he hurried towards the older gentleman.
Elliot looked towards the voice and smiled as he saw Quinn hurrying towards him, ”Young master.”
”It has been too long, Uncle,” said Quinn, hugging Elliot. Elliot hugged Quinn back before saying,
”Young master, let's leave from here. The platform is getting a bit too crowded.”
Quinn nodded, and the two walked to the apparition point.
”How was school, young master?” asked Elliot.
”It was quite eventful. I learned a lot, and a lot of interesting stuff happened this year,” answered Quinn.
”Oh, tell me all about it,” asked Elliot, interested in Quinn's experience.
”You won't believe me if I told you,” Quinn chuckled as he looked up towards Elliot.
”Try me,” responded Elliot.
Quinn smiled and asked, ”What do you know about the Philosopher's stone?”
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When Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter, Helena, stole her mother's diadem, she hid it in an Albanian forest. The Bloody Baron came to the forest to retrieve her but ended up killing her on impulse when she refused and then himself in repentance.
The diadem remained hidden for several centuries until Tom Marvolo Riddle discovered Helena was the Grey Lady, the House Ghost of Ravenclaw, and managed to get the information about its resting place from her. He recovered it, murdered a peasant, and turned it into one of his Horcruxes.
Following his downfall in 1981, Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, fled to the forests in Albania in his weakened state.
In 1991 he encountered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell, who was looking for him so that he could at the very least try to capture him, or at best learn from him. However, Quirrell overestimated himself, and Voldemort completely overpowered the man, thus leaving Albania.
And, now following his failed attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort had returned to Albania, weaker than ever. Voldemort lost his physical form and magical powers, but he remained alive in ghostly form. The Horcruxes he had created kept his spirit bound to the physical world.
His one remaining power was possession. Voldemort gained physical form by inhabiting animals, mainly snakes. Though he disliked doing so because the bodies of such animals were ill-equipped to perform magic and because his possession significantly reduced their lifespans, none of his hosts survived for too long.
After his downfall against the infant Harry Potter, Voldemort had lived like this for a decade, possessing animals, corroding their bodies with his unfitting soul, and at the same time fighting the animalistic instincts from his host bodies.
In 1981, he was angry when he had lost his physical body, raged at the thought of being bested by Euphemia Potter and her use of ancient magic, and it angered him greatly when he found his demise had been publicized by the hands of a one-year-old babe.
The great Dark Lord Voldemort had lost to a one-year-old child. There was no greater slight on his honor and reputation.
Grindelwald had lost to Albus Dumbledore, but an infant had bested him? It made Voldemort's blood boil thinking about it.
Quirinus Quirrell had made a voyage to Albania, where his foolish and gullible mind was vulnerable to Voldemort. He latched onto Quirrell's body and came back to England with him. It was a ray of hope for the first time in a decade.
He ordered Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's stone from a Vault 713 in Gringotts Wizarding Bank so he could make the Elixir of Life, creating a body for himself. Voldemort discovered the stone had been removed earlier that same day, and through Quirrell's connections at Hogwarts, learned it was hidden at the school.
It turned out that even a human's body wasn't resilient enough to host two souls and needed external help. Thus, Voldemort ordered Quirrell to prey on unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and drink their blood so he could gain strength from the unicorn's healing abilities and keep Quirrell alive.
After an entire school year of trying to get to the stone, Voldemort ordered Quirrell to send a fake letter to Albus Dumbledore, asking him to go to the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort moved forward with his goal, moving through the security barriers to the Mirror of Erised. Quirrell saw himself presenting the stone to his master but could not figure out how to get it.
Then Harry Potter arrived, and when Quirrell attacked Harry, Euphemia Potter's ancient magic struck again. It burned Quirrell's body, and Voldemort barely fled from the harm. Now here he was for a second time, without a human body, back to inhabiting animal bodies.
This time around, Voldemort's emotions weren't of anger but of despair. His first and only hope in ten years had gone down the drain. Now, he didn't know when would the next chance come along.
He slithered in his current snake body, moving to the familiar area of the Albanian forest. The place that he had spent a lot of time in his body less exile.
When he entered the area, Voldemort hissed with all his might, trying to message someone in Parseltongue. It took a minute before Voldemort picked up vibrations from his inner snake ears. He turned his snake body and saw an enormous, green snake, roughly twelve feet long and as thick as a man's thigh.
”Oh, Nagini,” hissed Voldemort, moving closer to the green snake.
He liked Nagini; she was rather cunning and deceptive and understood how humans behaved. Possessing a powerful bond with Voldemort, Nagini alone did not fear his wrathful moments, as he never punished her for failures nor took it out on her when misfortune struck him.
He was as close to her as he could be to any living being. Voldemort didn't fear her betraying him, she was loyal to him with all her life, and that point provided him with comfort.
The only comfort in the hellish life he was living.
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Quinn West - MC - System stinks! And he likes that.
Elliot Dalton - Sebas-... Butler - Gentleman, through and through.
Voldemort - Dark Lord - Spectre - Snake body - At a low point.
Nagini - A female Maledictus - Curse has run its course...
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