Chapter 125: Someone Was secretly Listening to Their Private Chat (Patreon)

"Mr. Yakute! Three months are up. I think it's time for you to take action!"

The moment Elavin stepped into the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he heard Quirrell's urgent voice.

But at the same time, two other voices entered his ears.

"Today, I have to get this boy to act! If I don't get the Philosopher's Stone soon, that pervert Voldemort will drain me dry!"

"Today, I have to get this boy to act! If I don't get the Philosopher's Stone before this useless Quirrell's life force is drained, my existence will be exposed!"

Elavin: "..."

You've got to hand it to them. After more than half a year of "symbiosis," they're even thinking alike...

The reason he could hear Quirrell and Voldemort's inner thoughts was that Elavin had obtained another Character Card.

[Purple | Erik]

Sound Magic: Can read the thoughts of anyone within the range of his magic.

Poison Dragon Slayer Magic: Immune to toxins, can consume toxins to recover stamina and magical power, and can launch poison attacks.

Sound Magic had given Elavin the ability to read people's minds.

Combined with the Memory Magic he'd already acquired, he now had the Fairy Tail version of Legilimency, and it was even more powerful.

After all, the Legilimency spell required eye contact between the target and the caster to work.

But with Sound Magic and Memory Magic combined, that strict condition was no longer necessary.

Of course, Elavin had already learned this world's Legilimency under Professor Flitwick's tutelage and with the help of the Dark Arts Handbook Quirrell had given him.

"Professor, don't worry! Since I agreed to your terms, I'll follow through. I came here today to tell you that I'm ready to act!"

Ready to deal with Voldemort, that is.

Letting him keep possessing Quirrell's body any longer wouldn't be good for anyone.

"Oh? Have you already found a way to deal with the three-headed dog?"

Elavin nodded. "Yes, I have!"

Quirrell shot to his feet, both of his eyes lighting up. "Tell me! Tell me now!"

If not for Fluffy guarding the trapdoor, he would have acted long ago.

After all, his very life depended on it!

To deal with Fluffy, Quirrell had racked his brains for months, scouring countless books in the library, but still couldn't find a solution.

Just a few days ago, Voldemort had come up with an idea: find a dragon egg, wait for the weekend when Hagrid left the castle, lure him to a pub, use the dragon egg to get close to him, get him drunk, and then trick him into revealing how to get past the three-headed dog.

But this plan had one fatal flaw. They couldn't find anyone selling dragon eggs.

So the plan was abandoned.

"Tell you?" Elavin hesitated. "I thought you just wanted me to get whatever's under Fluffy for you?"

"Tonight, I'll go and steal it for you. You can just sit in your office and wait for the reward. Wouldn't that be better?"

What a great idea!

Quirrell was about to agree when a furious shout exploded inside his mind.

Voldemort: "Fool! Are you just going to believe whatever he says?!"

Quirrell: "What else can I do? There's no reason for Elavin to lie to me..."

Voldemort: "That's the Philosopher's Stone! Do you really think he'll hand it over to you once he has it?!"

Quirrell (naively): "Of course he will! Elavin is a Hufflepuff! Besides, if he had ulterior motives, why would he come to tell me in advance?"

Voldemort (enraged): "Idiot! If he were really such a good student, why would he have agreed to your terms in the first place?!"

Quirrell (finally realizing): "Oh... right... so what should I do?"

Voldemort: "First, make him tell you the method! And tell him you're coming along!"

Quirrell: "Is that really necessary? Surely, he wouldn't dare to keep the Philosopher's Stone for himself?"

Voldemort: "Better safe than sorry! That boy is cunning. Keep your guard up around him! Do you realise whose life you're trying to save?!"

Quirrell: "Fine... fine..."

"Elavin, I've thought it over. I can't let you go alone. I'm coming with you on this mission!"

Quirrell and Voldemort had no idea that their private chat was being heard word for word by Elavin.

These two are so scheming!

Even someone as innocent and harmless as me gets treated with suspicion?!

Elavin feigned surprise. "You're coming too?"

"Yes! So just tell me now. How do we deal with the three-headed dog?"

"...Fine, I'll tell you. The way to subdue Fluffy is music!"

Quirrell was taken aback. "Music?"

Voldemort was taken aback as well.

"Music?"

Elavin nodded. "That's right. Soothing music lulls the three-headed dog's nerves, sending it quickly to sleep."

Realization dawned on Quirrell.

"I see... so it's that simple..."

"Yes, it's that simple! Even the students who've joined the Arts Club and learned a little music from me could get through this challenge unharmed."

Quirrell: "Suddenly this checkpoint feels kind of low-level..."

Elavin: "Did you just insult my Arts Club?!"

"Professor Quirrell, what exactly is hidden under Fluffy? Why would a professor like you steal something you're supposed to be guarding?"

Quirrell had been one of the professors involved in setting up the traps, so that description couldn't have been more accurate.

Of course, Quirrell couldn't tell Elavin the truth, that it was the Philosopher's Stone. Instead, he said vaguely, "Th... there's... a very... very rare magic book inside... one that contains a very special spell..."

"Professor Dumbledore wants to hide that spell."

"You know, someone his age, in his position, they're usually set in their ways. They can't accept us young people learning certain spells because they think those spells are dangerous."

"But I want that spell!"

"Magic... magic itself is never wrong. Only those who use it can be wrong!"

"As long as we... don't use it to do bad things, and only study it, what harm is there in that?"

"Don't you agree?"

Quirrell tried his best to present himself as a sincere seeker of truth.

He was, after all, an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate.

With a speech like that, if he'd been dealing with a young, naive, hot-headed wizard, he might have actually gotten away with it.

Unfortunately, he was up against Elavin today.

Every one of his petty little schemes had already been laid bare before Elavin.