The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 129 Dumbledore in person

From time to time, there was a dark wind blowing from between the trees, and Quirrell wrapped his robe tightly and shrank his body in fear.

"Lord, master, Dumbledore must have found something wrong with me now, magic, how do I get the magic stone?"

Quirrell trembled and said softly.

Voldemort suppressed his anger and was silent for a while, then Quirrell spoke weakly again:
"Master, Snape, isn't he also your servant? Yes, you can try to ask him for help..."

Quirrell's eyes suddenly changed, he squinted slightly, and the red light shone coldly.

"Quirinas... look at what is left of me now, a weak wandering spirit?"

"I've been wandering around Albania like a ghost for ten years, and not one of my loyal servants has come to see me...none."

"As for Snape... I killed that woman, he should have completely fallen for Dumbledore. You actually asked me to ask him for help?"

Quirrell choked up, grabbed the robe on his chest and said:
"But I'm too weak to display your strength...I can't even beat Davis in the second grade..."

Voldemort's voice was a little more gloomy, and he said angrily: "I didn't expect that woman Yaxley to have a son so difficult... First find a way to get the Philosopher's Stone, so that I can recover my body."

"But, I have been discovered by Dumbledore..."

Quirrell dodged his eyes and said falteringly.

Voldemort's voice was suddenly icy cold, and he said coldly:
"You're tired of me, aren't you, Quirinus? Serve me, a wretched wandering spirit?"

"Do you want to confess to Dumbledore and hand me over to him?"

Quirrell trembled in fright, and said in a panic, "No, I didn't, master..."

"Do not lie to me!"

Voldemort's roar interrupted him, "You question me in your heart, you regret your allegiance to me..."

His voice suddenly softened, "But soon you will find that being loyal to me is the most correct decision you have ever made in your life. As long as you get the Philosopher's Stone, let my body be recast..."

"At that time, you will be rewarded by the Dark Lord... eternal life."

There was seductive power in Voldemort's voice, and longing appeared again unconsciously in Quirrell's eyes.Voldemort sneered inwardly, and said softly:
"Now, help me get the blood of some advanced creatures... the blood of the best unicorns, that can quickly make up for the power I consumed..."

"Okay, master... I'm going to look for the unicorn, and I have to avoid those pesky centaurs..."

Quirrell showed a silly smile, and murmured, "But master, what about the three-headed dog?"

Voldemort smiled darkly and said:
"That's Hagrid's animal. His brain has never been very smart. We can easily get words from him... I didn't expect that Hagrid would still be useful after decades..."

"Speaking of Hagrid, I don't know what happened to the little pet I raised back then... Dumbledore, I hope you will like this gift."

Voldemort whispered to himself, Quirrell's body walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and began to look for unicorns.

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The Christmas holiday is over soon, and it's time for a happy Monday class in a blink of an eye.

As soon as Norin stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw the little wizards in the second grade chattering and looking at the door from time to time.

After Quirrell disappeared, Professor McGonagall did not announce the suspension of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Everyone was curious about who the new professor was.

Norling guessed that Snape would get his wish this time. The unlucky bat has been planning this career for more than ten years. This time, it's his turn.

But he never expected that the figure walking in turned out to be the familiar Dumbledore in a purple robe.

After seeing the professor who entered the door, the little wizards in the room rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and then cheered from their hearts together.

"It turned out to be Dumbledore! I haven't seen him make a move yet!"

George patted the table excitedly and said loudly, "We all grew up listening to his stories!"

"I didn't expect Dumbledore to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Charlie must be so envious! Let him graduate so early!"

After Fred was shocked, he said gloatingly.

Norin was equally happy, but inevitably a little worried.Isn't Dumbledore afraid of that weird curse?
Or... Quirrell has taken away his share of the curse this year?

With a smile on his face, Dumbledore raised his right hand, and the humming in the classroom disappeared immediately.

He looked around the classroom and said with a smile:

"As everyone knows, Professor Quirrell had to leave school early for some reasons. Therefore, I will be the substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester."

The cheers sounded again.It was just speculation, but now Dumbledore has personally confirmed that the enthusiasm of the young wizards has reached its peak.

"The last lecture was more than ten years ago. As you know, I have always been very busy. I drink tea, eat sweets, and read newspapers in the office every day. I really don't have time for class."

The little wizards all laughed.They naturally didn't believe Dumbledore's words, he ran out of the school every three days, and it was normal for him not to be in the office.

"It's just that the staff of professors is a little tight recently. I can only drag this old bone and stand on the podium for another half semester."

"When I take over this course, before the formal class, I need you to seriously think about a question."

"What are we going to learn from this class."

The little wizards gradually quieted down.Someone in Slytherin blurted out:

"Study what, isn't it learning Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and said with a little appreciation: "Very good, Mr. Carlo. The literal meaning is undoubtedly this."

He dragged his long purple robe and walked in the empty classroom, his old voice echoed in the ears of the little wizards:

"Perhaps you all know that black magic is very powerful and can cause great harm. Every black magic needs the negative emotions deep in the caster's heart as the basis. The darker the heart, the stronger the magic. Among them, the three unforgivable curses are the most important."

The little wizards looked at each other in blank dismay. Professor Krell had already told them about it last semester.

"However, it is inevitable that each of us has more or less negative emotions in our hearts. Of course, I am no exception."

Dumbledore raised his voice and said in a deep voice, "How to deal with these negative emotions is the biggest difference between wizards and dark wizards."

"So, in the next half semester, I only hope that you can do one thing:
Face up to the darkness deep inside and overcome it. "

　Ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)