Wednesday will always come, whether Klein wants it or not.

    After dinner with his friends, he walked alone to the third floor of the castle and came to "defense against the dark arts", that is, quelinas In front of Chilo''s office.

    "Dong, Dong, Dong."

    At seven o''clock sharp, Klein pulled the brass lion knockers on the door.

    "Squeak ~"

    The door opened and sent out the unique movement of old wood products. Quilinus Quirrell stood in the middle of the room, looked at Klein outside the door with a smile and extended an invitation.

    "Ah ~ Greenwald, I''m so glad you''re here. Please... Come in."

    "Good evening, Professor Chilo."

    Klein walked into the office with a smile.

    "Sit down, Greenwald, i... I''ll get you some dessert."

    With a wave of his wand, Chilo closed the door and stammered to Klein to sit down. Although he thought he did it secretly, Klein noticed a slight magic fluctuation at the moment he waved his staff.

    The office was completely cut off from the outside world.

    "What is this for? Cast a spell on me?"

    I was a little funny in my heart, but I didn''t show anything on my face. Klein sat on the only low sofa in Chilo''s office and said.

    "Professor, listen to Draco. You have something to teach me about the spell, don''t you?"

    Chilo and Draco Malfoy said "communication", but here in Klein it became "teaching". I have to say that this traceless compliment made Chilo quite comfortable, so that his deliberately disguised smile was natural.

    "Ha ha... What can I teach us about Hogwarts''s genius... You know... I''m just a nerd and have no ability."

    Quellinas Chilo is a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw. Even Klein can''t listen to the other party''s belittling of himself. But thinking of the plan, he had to resist the impulse to take out his wand and kill Voldemort directly. He waved his hand again and again, pretending to be modest and saying that he still had a lot to learn.

    "Good boy... Greenwald, good... Boy."

    Chilo served two cups of black tea and a plate of biscuits.

    "Come and have a taste."

    "Thank you."

    Although he had eaten a lot in the restaurant just now, it was obviously difficult to refuse Chilo''s "kindness". Klein raised his vigilance by holding up his tea cup.

    However, he was surprised that the early warning magic applied to him in advance did not happen.

    Why didn''t Voldemort do it?

    "Master, why don''t we do it?"

    In fact, Chilo, with a smile on his face, could not restrain the endless malice in his heart. But Voldemort''s weak voice kept ringing in his mind, reminding him to be careful and not to be impulsive.

    Now is not the time.

    "Greenwald... I heard you were German..."

    Pressing down his impatience, Chilo turned his eyes, smiled and opened his mouth, and his face was filled with habitual flattery.

    "Yes, Professor Chilo, I''m from Berlin."

    In an unassuming answer, Klein''s eyes were as clear and pure as a spring in early spring.

    "What beautiful eyes."

    Voldemort, who shared his senses, praised himself. Such a pure soul aroused greed in his heart.

    He, must get this body!

    "Berlin is a good place..."

    Obviously feeling the owner''s desire for the damn kid in front of him, Chilo smiled unnaturally.

    He picked up the teacup and said.

    "Let''s talk about the topics related to magic spells... Magic spells. I''m very interested in your newly improved... Newly improved magic spells."

    Interested in magic spells? Lying to ghosts?

    Klein smiled in his heart, but went on according to the other party''s words. In addition to the "improved healing spell", he also deliberately revealed his unique understanding of other spells.

    Yes, it''s "100 million" understanding

    The more he listened, the more frightened he became. The expression on Chilo''s face became stiff.

    "Ha ha... That''s nice. I''m worthy of being a... Genius."

    When Klein stopped talking, he hurriedly squeezed out a dry smile worse than crying to compliment each other.

    At the beginning of the conversation, Chilo rubbed his hands.

    "It''s really impressive... I... I also have some research experience here. Do you want to see..."

    "Well, that''s great."

    Klein''s mouth was slightly raised and his smile was very bright.

    The child was indeed a child. When he saw Klein''s unprepared expression, Chilo unconsciously raised a different kind of pride in his heart. He pretended to turn around and went to his desk to get his research experience, but at the moment of turning around, a tragic green light suddenly shot out of the big scarf wrapped behind his head, right in Klein''s forehead!

    "Come on!"

    Voldemort''s voice was very urgent. The Dementor light just now was his last magic.

    Hearing this, Chilo quickly turned around, flattened Klein''s eyes on the sofa, and roughly pulled off his big scarf.

    Even if the heart is unwilling, but this is the master''s will, he must not disobey.

    "The soul is out of the body."

    With his wand against his face, Chilo''s voice trembled. After his "soul leaving curse" came into effect, a pain like heart and bone gouging spread all over his body.

    "Ah!"

    That feeling like a thousand cuts made Chilo howl.

    "You are mine!"

    In the shrill scream of Chilo, Voldemort laughed wildly in Jie, and the twisted soul rushed at Klein like a black giant snake.

    As long as he gets into the young and talented body, he will make a comeback!

    But

    Things didn''t go as smoothly as Voldemort thought.

    "Deng! Bu! Li! Duo!"

    It takes only a moment to fall from heaven to hell.

    Wild laughter still echoed in the closed office, and Voldemort suddenly screamed more bitterly than Chilo.

    At the moment of touching Klein''s skin, he was melting like ice and snow in the hot sun!

    He vaguely saw a "bird" in Klein''s soul

    phoenix!

    It must be the Phoenix!

    Albus Dumbledore, the immortal, actually cast a guardian spell on the body he longed for!

    damn! damn! damn! damn! damn!

    Voldemort cursed Dumbledore again and again in his heart, but he didn''t know he had cursed the wrong person.

    That bird, that''s not a Phoenix.

    It''s a spirit crow.

    Klein''s patron saint.

    "Oh."

    Lying on the sofa, Klein was very happy. With this little lesson, Voldemort must be honest for a long time and dare not his idea.

    It was not easy to cut the soul. Unexpectedly, it had to be reunited in the end. Voldemort screamed into Chilo''s body and fell into a weak sleep.

    The second victim, Chilo, also vomited several mouthfuls of dirty blood. At this time, there was no blood on his waxy yellow face.

    Endless hatred welled up from the bottom of my heart.

    Looking at Klein, who was "sleeping" on the sofa, he clenched his fist, his nails penetrated deeply into his skin and dripping red blood.