Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"If the Ravenclaw students knew that you were in possession of the academy's legendary object, they would be furious."

At the top of a steeple, Ans put his hands on the wall and looked down at the Quidditch players sweating their youth while teasing the blond girl next to him.

"No, they will not be angry, but will admit," Cassandra raised the whole body like a giant eagle spreading its wings, with a crown set with sapphires in the middle, and a golden light shone in her hands, "Admit that I am qualified to wear this Crown.”

With a chuckle, Ans shook his head and looked at the black mist that was constantly steaming upwards, during which there was a faint and tragic roar.

Ans didn't know how it felt to have his soul attacked, but at the very least, looking at the fragments of Voldemort's soul, Ans felt very painful.

"So, Queen Cassandra, when will you come to wizarding Britain? Oh, no, when will you come to Hogwarts?"

Hearing this, Cassandra rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, how about that? What did you discover last night?"

When asked about this question, Ans did not answer, but remained silent for a moment. This situation made Cassandra realize something was wrong and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Well, there was indeed movement. In a sense, you were quite lucky yesterday." The corners of Ans' lips raised slightly, "You were one step ahead of Quirrell."

Pointing to the crown in his hand, he said nothing.

"Don't worry about it. I won't take the initiative to tell it. When I went there yesterday, I noticed through the window that the other party had turned off the lights, but I still waited for a while. After all, normally speaking, he should be tossing and turning at this time. , came out with such a big tail, but sure enough, he came out again quietly."

Off the field, Cedric was chasing the flash of golden light. At this time, he was able to detect the passing golden light in time, and he had already put on a brand new broomstick.

At Anse's instigation, he accepted Anse's gift. As a chaser, he naturally needs a fast broom. Otherwise, if you find the Golden Snitch, you will only be able to follow it and eat ashes.

After taking a quick look, he saw Cedric controlling the broom skillfully, and then shifted his gaze.

"Quirrell's spell is very strange. The portrait didn't detect him, nor did Filch, but Mrs. Norris noticed it, but it also had no results..."

"Can you see it again?"

"I signed a contract with [Yue]. In terms of shadow, illusion, spirit, etc., [Yue] may be the best one."

Ans naturally praised the being above his head. Without looking at Cassandra's disdainful eyes, Ans continued.

"I saw him walking towards the eighth floor. As for what he was looking for inside, it goes without saying."

"Perhaps, he was no longer Quirrell when he came out. Otherwise, it would be too strange." Looking at the crown in her hand, Cassandra gave an angle. "From the perspective of [destiny], Look, Tom of Albania must be in Chilo, this is a line that must exist, and the one who can manipulate is the master-slave relationship.”

He threw the crown in his hand to Ans and motioned for him to purify it. After all, not everyone has enough magic power. Although in this era, few people can engage in high-intensity battles and exhaust their magic power, but Cassander La is purifying the remnant soul of the Dark Lord, which is like a dog-skin plaster. It is normal to put some effort into it.

"Judging from the previous Quirrell, he is the master and Tom, and he is the servant. Of course, they may also be equal to each other. After all, the other party is the Dark Lord, and Quirrell has a way to restrict Tom. The relationship between the two is like that of a prisoner and a pariah. Warden, it seems that the warden is more powerful, but... the prisoner can also control the warden in turn. Again, Tom is the Dark Lord after all, and any kind of back-up plan is possible."

The crown moved more in Anse's hands than in Cassandra's hands, and Voldemort's remnant soul seemed to be in a boiling pot of hot oil.

Although in the original work, the basilisk's fangs and the sword of Gryffindor were needed to deal with the Horcruxes, they were only destroyed, rather than using the stigmata to achieve purification like they did.

Generally speaking, the level of stigmata is higher than these two things.

"Tell me, what is Tom and Quirrell's back-up plan?"

"Who knows?"

Ans looked up at the sky, and saw a strange white cloud floating slowly.

"today is weekend."

"Um...so?"

"Would you like to have a cup of tea with Mrs. Puddieffe?"

……

In the dormitory, Quirrell opened his eyes on his bed.

A jolt rolls out of bed and raises his hand as if to raise his wand, because before falling asleep, he hid his wand in his sleeve, which ensured that he could hold it at all times.

The surroundings were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, if you ignored his nervous behavior just now.

At this time, Quirrell realized that there was no wand in his raised hand. He had just made an awkward and funny pose.

Regardless of his shyness, he hurriedly searched for his wand.

Finally, he found his own wand next to his pillow. It was lying there quietly, and next to it was a statue with a ferocious face but a peaceful feel.

"what is this?"

"My wand was obviously in my sleeve, but it ran to the pillow again, and then there was a strange statue..."

"Voldemort! You did it!"

No one responded.

"I can't think of any other possibility except you, Voldemort! If you have the guts to do it, why don't you dare to admit it!!!"

At this time, Quirrell was extremely regretful. He actually did not cast the spell again last night just to be safe. This gave Voldemort an opportunity, and then Voldemort found this strange thing from nowhere.

Even a Muggle would know there is something wrong with this statue. The dark face is ferocious but exudes a peaceful aura. Could it be that the person is blind?

"Ho ho ho...Quirinas, Quilinas, don't worry."

In his mind, Voldemort responded with a low chuckle, as if he had just been watching Quirrell's clown-like mime behind the scenes - in a happy mood.

"I don't care what you do, but you don't want me to touch something that looks suspicious at first sight."

"This is the way to survive."

Quirrell was silent for a while.

"What do you mean?"

"This statue will give you the power to resist Dumbledore."

"No need, I can already have sex with Dumbledore."

Quirrell directly rejected Voldemort's bewitchment, power?He thought he could have a close relationship with Dumbledore.

"Hoho ho, stop it, you? Are you at odds with Dumbledore?? What gave you this illusion! Was I imprisoned by you? Wrong, I was not caught by you, I was taught I caught you! In fact, you are still a waste, just a dog."

Quirrell squatted on the edge of the bed in silence, lowering his head to accept the reality of being torn apart by Voldemort.

After a while, Quirrell's hoarse voice sounded.

"what should I do."