Chapter 126: Fluffy: Please, Right This Way~ (Patreon)

"You're absolutely right, Professor Quirrell! That old geezer Dumbledore is such a loser! The longer he lives, the timider he becomes!”

“He doesn't even dare seize power, yet he still has the nerve to be called 'the greatest wizard of the century'.“

“Pfft! Hogwarts, this wizarding world, should be handed over to young people like us who have ideals, ambitions, talent, and courage! Only people like us can truly create a flourishing magical era!"

Elavin made himself appear as a naive, impulsive, hot-headed, arrogant young wizard.

It wasn't difficult. He only had to act a little like Malfoy whenever he was around Harry.

Hearing Elavin's words, Quirrell was completely dumbfounded.

How could this child have turned out like this?

All the other professors had such high hopes for him...

Had he been too eager to change the wizarding world? Or had practicing Dark Magic too deeply affected his state of mind?

It seemed he'd have to quietly warn the other professors later.

In contrast, Voldemort merely sneered to himself.

He had looked down on Muggle-born wizards like Elavin all along, so seeing Elavin "fall" to this point delighted him immensely.

Elavin: "..."

Looks like my acting is just too good.

"Alright, Professor Quirrell, when exactly are we making our move?"

Quirrell remained silent for a few seconds before answering,

"Midnight tonight. I'll be waiting for you on the fourth floor."

Time passed quickly, and night fell.

When the clock tower struck twelve, announcing the end of one day and the beginning of another, Elavin appeared outside the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

Quirrell was already waiting there.

"Shall we go?"

"Yes."

Just then, Elavin overheard another private exchange between Voldemort and Quirrell.

"Have the kid walk in front. You stay behind him! And remember to keep your wand out. Be ready to attack at any moment!"

"Why?"

"One thing's certain. This kid is close to that half-giant. Besides knowing how to subdue the three-headed dog, he might also know how to provoke it. Be careful he doesn't use that big dog against us!"

"Huh? I don't think Elavin would do something like that..."

"Do you trust me or him? Either way, stay on your guard around this kid from now on!"

These two just won't stop talking crap about me behind my back, huh?!

Looks like I'll have to teach them a lesson later.

Pushing open the door, Elavin and Quirrell entered the corridor in succession.

Fluffy was indeed still guarding the entrance, snoring away atop the trapdoor.

However, as a XXXX-Class magical creature, the three-headed dog's senses were extraordinary even while asleep.

Before Quirrell had fully stepped into the corridor, Fluffy's eyes had already opened.

He sprang to his feet in an instant, immediately assuming a defensive stance as low growls rumbled from his throat.

Two people had entered his territory...

Hmph! Sneaking around here in the middle of the night. They were obviously up to no good!

Most importantly, they interrupted his sleep!

They were going to pay for this!

The next moment...

Fluffy saw Elavin.

The growling stopped abruptly.

The ferocious expression disappeared without a trace.

The sleepiness vanished completely, replaced by absolute alertness and boundless terror.

This brat... this brat... isn't he the demon who froze me solid for several days?!

In just two seconds, Fluffy remembered exactly who Elavin was and what he'd done to him.

He leaped backward, his fur standing completely on end as he broke out in a cold sweat. All three heads shrank together, his teeth chattering wildly while his tongues quivered uncontrollably.

Elavin took one step forward.

Fluffy took one step back.

Elavin walked up to the trapdoor, looked at Fluffy, pointed at himself, then pointed downward, making a questioning gesture.

Fluffy immediately revealed three extremely fawning smiles, as though saying,

"This way, sir! Please, after you!"

Elavin: "..."

Seriously, dog? Is't really that bad?

"Excellent. Looks like we won't need the music after all."

Quirrell: "..."

*If I'd known this big dog was so terrified of Elavin, I would've brought him here long ago! Why did I waste so much time?!*

Quirrell opened the trapdoor and eagerly jumped into the room below.

Elavin glanced toward the empty air in the distance, pursed his lips, then jumped down after him.

Unlike the last time he came, the place was now protected by layer upon layer of magical trials set up by Dumbledore and the professors.

However, whether for Elavin or Quirrell, these trials were nothing more than child's play.

The two easily passed through the Devil's Snare, the Flying Keys, Wizard's Chess, the unconscious troll, the potion riddle, and the many other challenges before arriving at the final room.

In the enormous chamber stood a single mirror.

The Mirror of Erised, a magical mirror capable of reflecting the deepest desire hidden within the viewer's heart.

Elavin had long heard of the Mirror of Erised. He also knew that during the Christmas holidays, Harry had become utterly captivated by it, and only Dumbledore's personal guidance had kept him from losing himself.

However, this was still Elavin's first time seeing it.

After thinking for a moment, he calmly walked over and stopped in front of the mirror.

He genuinely wanted to know what it would reveal.

Inside the mirror stood an older version of himself.

He was just a little more handsome than he was now. His hair was slightly longer, his features more mature and steady, his eyes bright and full of spirit. He looked imposing, brimming with confidence and ambition.

Behind his older self stood wizards and Muggles from every corner of the world.

Millions of people had gathered atop Kunlun Mountain, raising him onto the throne of Chief of Earth!

How did Elavin know it was Kunlun Mountain?

Because he had seen that exact scene in *Fantastic Beasts*, during the election of the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Under his leadership, wizards and Muggles lived together peacefully. Magic and technology merged together, unleashing an unprecedented explosion in productivity.

Humanity used magic to remake the world, accelerate agriculture, advance technology, and conquer the stars and the seas...

"What a wonderful future."

Elavin withdrew his gaze from the vision in the mirror, the corners of his lips still curled into a smile.

Turning toward Quirrell beside him, he saw the professor staring fixedly at the mirror, his face a mixture of excitement and impatience.

A moment later, Quirrell walked up to the mirror and reached out, trying to retrieve something from inside.

Naturally, that was impossible.

Frustrated, he began smashing the mirror.

Clearly, he had seen the Philosopher's Stone inside the mirror but had no way of taking it out.

After trying again and again without success, Quirrell finally stopped and forced himself to calm down.