Looking at Peter's figure in the mirror, Lorne grinned.
Since he had changed into Peter Pettigrew, he naturally had to do something good.
Slytherin's stone door opened in the dark, and a short and fat figure slowly walked out.
"Let's see, Professor Quirrell's office should be on the third floor!”
Lorne, who had been paying attention to Quirrell for a long time, naturally noted down his office.
In Hogwarts, some professors lived in their offices, while others had their own dormitories.
Snape, for example, lived in the Slytherin dormitory, and Professor Quirrell usually lived in the large Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Following the dark stairs, Lorne arrived at the restricted area on the third floor.
At this moment, he suddenly turned and hid behind a huge stone pillar.
At the corner of the road, a dim oil lamp gradually lit up the surroundings. Filch, with messy hair, was patrolling the floor with Mrs. Norris.
Those young wizards who were caught wandering at night would be locked up in the interrogation room in the basement. Many people who had been caught once were very afraid of him.
After Filch left, Lorne slowly walked out from behind the pillar.
"Filch's been working hard,"
With that, he headed for the Defense Against the Dark Arts office in the corridor.
The light in Professor Quirrell's office stood out in the darkness.
Still not asleep?
Thinking of this, Lorne knocked on the wooden door.
"Please wait a moment!"
Professor Quirrell stopped what he was doing and walked to the door in confusion.
Who would come to visit him so late at night?
It couldn't be Snape, could it?
Ever since Quirrell had arrived to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, he had been aware that Snape had been working against him in secret.
However, his master told him that Snape's personality was pure.
"You…you're Peter Pettigrew?”
When Quirrell opened the door and saw a familiar face, his expression suddenly changed as he cried out in alarm.
Pettigrew?
Voldemort, resting on the back of Quirrell's head, opened his eyes for a moment.
Quirrell had once graduated from Hogwarts. How could he not recognize this wretched and ugly man in front of him?
But wasn't he already dead?
He had died in that sudden explosion and was awarded the highest honor of a wizard, the Rank-1 Merlin Medal.
" You…you…you're not dead?!"
Quirrell stammered in shock.
"Why did you think I was dead?”
Lorne-no, Pettigrew asked Quirrell, baring his long front teeth.
" But, but weren't you in that explosion-"
"That was just a cover-up!"
Pettigrew interrupted, tapping Quirrell's purple-hooded head with his wand.
"Let's go in and talk."
Strange! When did Pettigrew become so gutsy?
Voldemort felt the wand over his head and froze.
Peter Pettigrew was synonymous with cowardice in everyone's eyes.
But why was Pettigrew here?
Quirrell and Voldemort's doubts were in agreement.
Pettigrew lowered his disguised wand as they entered the room.
"What do you mean by hiding it?”
"And what are you doing here tonight?”
Quirrell asked before Pettigrew could speak.
He knew that Pettigrew's visit to him tonight was not for good.
However, he was now interested in what this " hero " had to say.
"Hiding. I was the one who caused the explosion. If it hadn't been for the explosion, I wouldn't have survived.”
said Pettigrew, grinning.
"As for why I'm looking for you, there's no reason for a Death Eater like me to kill a wizard, is there?”
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When did Pettigrew become so brave?
Voldemort was shocked.
Lorne only had a simple understanding and speculation about Peter Pettigrew's past from the newspapers.
Eleven years had passed, after all, and who could remember anything so long ago? He was lucky to remember that Quirrell had been possessed by Voldemort.
As for whether or not he was acting, he had never met Pettigrew.
Who knew how to pretend?
What Lorne needed to do now was to use Peter Pettigrew's identity to disgust Voldemort and get to know Senior Tom.
"Death…Death Eaters!"
Quirrell looked at the wand aimed at him and panicked.
"Don't do anything! I'm also Master's servant!"
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Pettigrew stared at Quirrell with his wretched little eyes, which looked threatening.
"Awada-"
"No, no, no!"
"Stop, Pettigrew!"
The moment Lorne chanted the spell, two different voices immediately sounded.
One was Quirrell's terrified scream, while the other was a hoarse cry.
"Master, save me!"
Quirrell undid his purple turban and turned the back of his head at Pettigrew.
"Now you believe that I'm Master's servant!”
"Pettigrew, I'm your master!”
Behind Quirrell's head, a blurry face was wriggling and staring at Pettigrew, its hoarse voice piercing into his soul.
"Master?"
Pettigrew put down his wand and looked suspiciously at the face behind his head.
"Yes, it's me, the great Dark Lord is returning!”
Voldemort grinned at Pettigrew, who had let his guard down.
He had prevented Quirrell from telling Snape anything about him precisely to prevent the Death Eaters from betraying him.
But Pettigrew would never do that!
Because he knew this coward's character!
"Follow me-what do you want!？”
Halfway through, Voldemort's eyes widened.
He raised his wand again.
"Follow you? You're so weak, why should I follow you!”
said Pettigrew, grinning at his wand.
"You!"
Voldemort stared in disbelief at the hideous Pettigrew.
He never thought that he would be looked down upon by this coward one day!
"If I kill you and Quirrell here, wouldn't the position of the third Dark Lord be mine?”
Lorne did not want to pretend anymore. He pointed his wand at the back of the squirming head.
"Avada Kedavra-"
"You can't. How dare you, Peter!!”
A green light was emanating from Pettigrew's wand, grinning savagely.
In a split second, Voldemort had Quirrell's body swerved around, and the green Reaper's Curse hit him directly in the arm.
"Ah!"
Quirrell let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Just as Lorne was considering whether to give his dear senior another shot, there was a knock on the door.
"Professor Quirrell, are you all right?"
It was Filch on patrol outside.
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