Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 50 Gryffindor Faction
Malfoy made a big noise in the classroom and yelled in the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, which became a hot topic of discussion among the students at dinner.

"Don't be afraid, Quirrell."

Rarely, Professor McGonagall came to comfort Voldemort, "The headmaster will protect you, and the professors will support you."

"The Malfoy family has nothing but filth and the smell of copper. Don't be afraid of him, just go with him." Professor Kettleburn said, drawing Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied glaring.

"It's better to be more cautious, Quirrell, and don't cause trouble again recently." Professor Flitwick said seriously - he felt that his disciple had a serious tendency to become a lion.

Facing various voices, Voldemort could only nod with a wry smile, but he quietly gave Professor Kettleburn a thumbs back.

"Professor, the headmaster asked you to go."

Percy came to the teacher's seat and brought him a "good" news, "The principal will support you. I asked the principal, and he made it clear."

"Thank you."

Voldemort smiled and took the last bite of the patty, got up and left the classroom table.

……

"Professor Quirrell is so handsome."

Ron looked at Quirrell who walked out of the restaurant, his eyes were full of admiration, "If it wasn't clear that he was from Ravenclaw, I would have thought he was Gryffindor."

"He saved me," said Harry, "at Gringotts."

This caused everyone nearby to look at him in surprise, and Harry blushed at the sight of everyone - he was a shy child, as always.

"Tell me, Harry, you never said that," said the twins, running up.

"Yeah, maybe we misunderstood Professor Quirrell, Harry, tell everyone." The other twin also said.

Even Hermione, who was always arrogant and didn't like talking to scumbags, couldn't help moving her chair towards Harry.

"It's...it's about the Gringotts heist..."

Harry stumbled and narrated, and everyone listened curiously. Only a few children of the Weasley family uttered exclamations from time to time, adding to Harry's plain narration.

Percy came over a long time ago. At first he wanted to stop the chaotic scene, but when he heard that it was Quirrell, he immediately fell silent and moved closer to listen.

"Just like today at noon, Principal Dumbledore suddenly appeared and ended everything. When I opened my eyes, the earth magnified in front of my eyes."

Harry was also a little excited. He lowered his head and looked straight at the table.

"It was my face, so close to the ground, and I heard a yell 'Harry Potter come flying'."

"It's the Flying Curse," said one of the twins. "It must be Professor Quirrell, mustn't it?"

"Yes, the professor."

Harry's cheeks were flushed with excitement, "At that moment, I felt something pulling me. Hagrid let go of his hand, and I flew out, hitting the professor straight, and the professor stopped me with a levitating spell."

"Professor is amazing." Hermione couldn't help shouting.

Everyone looked at this tsundere little girl, which made Hermione a little embarrassed, but she held her head up as if nothing had happened.

Ron curled his lips and looked at Harry: "He saved you twice, didn't he?"

"Yes."

Harry nodded, and said, "One time I was in a coma, but Hagrid told me, and another time I saw clearly, and...then the professor accompanied me to buy something."

"You saw Malfoy there, you told me the professor saw him too?" Ron asked.

"Yes, I saw him talking to Malfoy's father through the window, maybe there was a conflict at that time, maybe it was also because of me."

Little Harry blamed himself a little. He was indeed a good boy and always liked to blame himself for his problems.

"Don't worry about the professor."

Percy spoke suddenly, startling the twin brothers, "Principal Dumbledore will protect him, he's not wrong, we all know that."

"of course."

Rarely, the twin brothers agreed first, which surprised Percy—these two brothers had always opposed his remarks before.

"And, Percy, the professor protected you, too."

"Yes, at least now you're out of trouble."

What the twins said immediately made Percy's face darken - sure enough, he couldn't hear good things from these two brothers.

"Let's go, those who have evening classes go to evening classes, and those who don't have evening classes don't mess around in the restaurant." Percy left with a dark face, leaving such a sentence.

The twin brothers looked at his back and smiled cheaply, as if they had won a great victory.

"The professor will be fine, right?" Hermione asked suddenly in a low voice.

"Why do you care about him so much?" Ron jumped out and said, "Are you going to curry favor with the teacher again?"

Hermione's face turned black instantly, she ate the last bite of sausage, got up and walked away.

The twin brothers looked at each other, then laughed at Ron.

……

Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first and second grades was on this night.

When Voldemort walked into the classroom, he mistakenly thought that the Ravenclaw students had come to class again-the children sat obediently, looking at him longingly, which was really not a cub.

"Professor Quirrell, the principal won't fire you, will he?" Harry Potter spoke first, asking all the children's thoughts.

"of course."

Voldemort nodded affirmatively, and said, "It is definitely wrong to use magic to punish students, but if you are familiar with the history of magic, you will know that this is not a big deal."

The lion cubs breathed a sigh of relief. They had already learned about the Gringotts heist from their twin brothers, which made them respect Voldemort.

Whether it is fighting the demons or saving Harry, they are all magical and brave enough, and the children of the Lion House have always admired this kind of lonely hero.

"Okay, the first graders go to the opposite side, and Gabriel Truman, the sixth grade prefect of the Badger Yard, will teach you. I hope you can treat him gently, not like the Snake Yard."

Voldemort's words caused a burst of laughter from the students. Ron was the first to yell "We won't do that", followed by more promises.

Even Hermione, who had always been a loner, responded loudly with a smile.

"Truman, it looks like your class will be easier." After Voldemort finished speaking to his teaching assistant, he called the second-year students to his side to prepare for class.

The evening class was spent in a relaxed and pleasant way, and Voldemort was in a very good mood. He even popularized the format and method of writing papers at the end of the class.

Thanks to Hermione's advice, he taught this to all first-year students.

"Professor Quirrell, may I ask you to teach me how to make learning magic stagnate in the air?" Hermione, a first-year student, asked him in class.

This is an ability that cannot be taught, and Voldemort had no choice but to refuse, but he told the children about the magical properties-everyone has their own magical properties, which need to be discovered by themselves.

Voldemort has some unique insights on this. He told the children about Dumbledore's Transfiguration, his own magic stagnation, and Snape's sharp magic.

These traits are either related to personality or to wizard abilities, and are not static.

Although the children were a little disappointed that they couldn't learn immediately, they were still intoxicated by this kind of magic theory-everyone wanted to be the unique one, without exception.

Even Truman, who was in the sixth grade, expressed his gratitude at the end of class and said that he had benefited a lot.

"As a professor, I am also very happy to pass on my knowledge." Voldemort said goodbye to Truman and the little lions with a smile.

On the way back to the office, students kept saying hello to him.

It seems that because of the Draco incident, he has gained recognition among the students, even some Slytherins, respect him more.

"The respect of the students is secondary, and the acceptance of the Gryffindor faction is the most important thing."

Thinking of Dumbledore's words at dinner, Voldemort felt uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, Quirrell, as long as I stay at Hogwarts for one day, you will still be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This is my guarantee to you."

When Dumbledore solemnly assured him through the half-moon glasses, the joy of "penetrating into the enemy" that rose in Voldemort's heart made him uncontrollably excited.

If it wasn't for the greatest white wizard sitting opposite him, he would definitely kneel down to celebrate on the spot.

　Today is the day for the recommendation notification, I don’t know if I have tested the water...

　　


(End of this chapter)