Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 41 The Crying Miss Know-It-All

“1、2、3、4、5……就是这一排，第三个书架。”

Holding a thick stack of books in his arms, Voldemort turned and walked into a darker gap between the bookshelves.

"The secret of time... the time... is here."

Putting down the book in his hand, Voldemort took out the tome - its spine was as wide as a hand, and the pages were as big as a child's body.

"Can a restoration spell write so much content?" Voldemort murmured, looking down at the book cover.

It was a moving picture of a wizard using a wand to mend a child's wounds—that magic didn't look like instant healing.

"Healing spells can't heal wounds, why did he do that?"

Voldemort murmured, slowly opened the book, and...

"Oh, damn it, it hurts me to death..."

A roar of pain sounded from the books, and the sound spread so loudly throughout the library that many students looked at the restricted area in amazement.

"Use Silence, Mr. Quirrell, I forgot to tell you," Mrs. Pince yelled, letting the students know which professor was inside.

"Yes ma'am, I see."

After Voldemort responded, he quickly picked up his wand and cast a silent spell on the screaming book.

"Oh, damn it, it hurts..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the students all put away their curious eyes, but they had to discuss what just happened with someone they knew.

"What is Professor Quirrell doing? Is he abusing students in the Restricted Section?"

Such speculation is groundless, but the students like it, which makes many naughty children want to enter the restricted area to find out, but they are all stopped by Mrs. Pince.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Voldemort swung his wand and cast an Illuminating Charm. The halo broke away from the wand and hovered over his head, but before he could look at the book in his hand through the light, the spot of light was sucked away.

"Hey~~"

The light spot disappeared, Voldemort blinked, and then curiously walked towards the book that devoured the light spot - [Let there be light], this is the name of the book that absorbed the light spot.

"A magical world of magic."

Voldemort thought to himself, and instead of reaching for [Let There Be Light], he closed the book in his hand, turned around, picked up the previous stack of books, and left the restricted area.

He decided to go back to his office to read. There were too many uncertainties in the restricted area, and he didn't want to distract himself.

Just as he walked towards Mrs. Pince's place and was about to fill out the book loan form according to the regulations, he suddenly found that not far away, the little girl he had noticed before was crying silently.

Stopping, Voldemort hesitated...

Will getting too close to Audio-Technica increase the risk?
But Miss Wanshitong has the characteristics of both the Eagle Court and the Snake Court in her body.

Hermione's intelligence obviously matches that of the Eagle House, and she finally became the Minister of Magic, which represents her desire for power, which is an obvious characteristic of the Snake House.

Perhaps, we can try to influence it... Voldemort thought about it, and walked towards Hermione who was crying silently.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

Putting a thick stack of books on the table, Voldemort asked in a low voice.

Hermione, who was crying, first saw a pair of feet resting next to her desk, and then saw a tall stack of books placed on the desk.

When she looked up, she saw the professor who had received many nicknames recently.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry Professor, I'm fine, I just..."

Miss Passionate replied in a panic, but at the age of 11, she obviously couldn't weave lies very well.

"I see you are crying into the notes, is there any problem that can't be solved?"

Voldemort asked softly, and sat down beside her naturally, "As a professor, I think I can help you answer some questions."

After saying these words, he made another exaggerated expression, "Of course, I won't if it's too difficult."

"Pfft~~"

Miss Know-It-All was amused by him, but unfortunately, a stream of snot flew out and landed on the notebook in embarrassment.

"..."

For a moment, neither of them knew what to say.

"I'm currently researching a life-like magic, the Restoration Spell, which is just right for this situation."

After all, it was the thicker-skinned Voldemort who broke the embarrassment by speaking. He then used the repairing spell to wipe the snot from the notebook.

"It's amazing." Hermione widened her eyes in surprise, and stroked the clean notebook.

"Life magic, you will learn it in your spell class in the first grade." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Can I learn this magic this year?"

Miss Know-it-All asked happily, but then she looked at the stack of books in front of Voldemort, "Are these books related to this magic?"

Voldemort nodded and said, "I'm doing a study on the Restoring Curse. It's amazing, isn't it?"

"It's amazing." Miss Know-It-All looked away, then looked at Quirrell with admiring eyes, and asked, "I heard them say that you studied well when you were in school. Is this true?"

"Of course, but this is nothing to be proud of. Every Ravenclaw is like this. It is a school full of wisdom." Voldemort said humbly.

Miss Know-it-All nodded, with regret on her face, and said, "The Sorting Hat said it would put me in Ravenclaw, but I chose Gryffindor, and it didn't refuse. I don't know if that was a wrong decision. .”

"It's nothing to regret, every academy is excellent."

Voldemort gave some words of consolation, and then brought the topic back, "Did you encounter any difficulties? I think we need to solve it quickly, and the time for the library to close is coming."

"Oh yes."

Miss Know-It-All finally remembered the business, and she immediately said to Voldemort, "It's a paper, Professor Quirrell, I don't know how to write a paper for the Transfiguration class."

"Is it because the content of the course is not clear?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

As far as I can remember, Miss Passenger's performance in the Transfiguration class was very good.

She is a quasi-scholar, and she is only a little short of those talented wizards.

"I get it, professor, I just don't know how to write a paper, I haven't done this kind of assignment before."

Voldemort blinked, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, "You mean, you just don't know the format for writing a paper?"

"Yes, I have no idea at all. I have never done this kind of homework." Miss Passionate said with a sad face.

"Oh well, that's a question that just needs some experience, and I'm lucky enough to know the answer."

Voldemort's joking words once again swept away the gloom on Miss Know-it-all's face.

"First of all, you need to write a headline, direct, specific, eye-catching, simple and to the point."

Miss Know-it-All immediately picked up her notepad and recorded it on the spot.

"The second is the abstract, which briefly explains the purpose of the paper. This part should also be brief, and the core content can be highlighted."

"Enn, and then?" Miss Wanshitong asked without raising her head, writing like a fly.

"The next step is the text. First of all, you must clearly and specifically state the topic you want to discuss, and then explain the topic. You can have your own point of view, but it's best not to bring emotions."

"Emotion? What emotion?" Miss Wanshitong raised her head, her big eyes were full of doubts.

"Just don't write too many words with subjective feelings, such as I think this magic is too difficult, or too easy, which has nothing to do with the content of the discussion." Voldemort explained.

"I see, Professor, what's next?" Miss Passionate asked after recording all Voldemort's words in detail.

"Next, you need to write a conclusion, that is, what kind of results you will get through this project. Of course, it is also possible to look forward to the future of the project properly."

Miss Know-it-All nodded fiercely, and recorded all these contents, including Voldemort's "it is also possible"-she did not miss a word at all.

"Finally, write down the articles or materials you used when writing your thesis, and only write some of the higher importance."

Miss Know-it-all glanced at the stack of books in front of Voldemort, then at the [Beginner's Guide to Transformation] in front of her, pouted angrily.

Miss Know-It-All has high demands on herself, and she has a strong sense of comparison... Voldemort thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)