Simodox mages at Hogwarts

However, Rai estimated that he would be stuck in the step of identifying and testing various demonic raw materials in the wizarding world, because there are many types of demonic raw materials, and the workload would be extremely huge.

It’s not easy to be the originator of a sect... It’s better to be the originator of magic array.

Rai thought for a while and began to write a magic guide textbook that he thought Hogwarts students could start learning in their first year.

It can be considered that I have something to do, and it is of great significance.

......

As night fell, Rai put down most of the completed first-year magic array teaching plan and the corresponding knowledge outline.

He calculated that based on Hogwarts' curriculum arrangement, the content of the Magic Array could only be taught from Saturdays to weekends.

He arranged his classes according to this time.

The noise downstairs made him stop writing.

He put on a shadow cloak and a mask, took the magic waste bomb, and the magic wand "Immortal", and came to the first floor of the Pig Head Bar again.

The first floor of the Pig Head Bar was as noisy and chaotic as ever.

Just because this time, Ley went downstairs a little early, so three or four tables were vacant.

Hagrid seemed to be in an unusually happy mood today. He came to the Pig's Head Bar early and chatted a few words here and there.

Sometimes Hagrid would sit down and drink by himself.

For example, after Rai went downstairs, he saw him sitting down alone just now, holding a glass of unknown wine in his hand.

Ley ordered a glass of fruit wine as usual, hoping to gain something tonight.

......

In the dim room, the flame of the candle illuminated a figure.

"Master, I...have inquired about...the situation in the Pig Head Bar, but...but" a voice sounded, cowardly and humble.

"But how many times have I told you what's new today?" Another voice sounded hoarse and weak, but it was not difficult to hear the majesty and anger in it.

"Master... there is more... there is... a short man wearing a black cloak with no visible facial features. I For the time being... I can't tell whether he is real or not." The first voice sounded again, but it became weaker, as if there was some fear.

"It's okay, there's everyone in the Pig Head Bar." A hoarse voice sounded, full of disdain.

"That way...Master..." a weak voice said tentatively.

"I said, you can't use Veritaserum. It's too easy to be discovered, and it won't be of much use to that stupid guy like Rubeus Hagrid." There was some impatience in the hoarse voice.

"I...I understand, but...with dragons..."

"Hmph, you question me"

"No... no, Master, I... dare not... Master..." the weak voice said quickly.

"Humph, as long as you use the dragon egg, Hagrid will definitely fall for it. I told you before, he was kicked out of school for a spider." The hoarse voice said this, full of disdain and ridicule.

The flame of the candle swayed, and the shadow of the person on the wall also swayed, changing from one to two.

"Severus, you're late." The hoarse voice said, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm sorry, Master, Headmaster Dumbledore has arranged for us to set up defenses today." Severus Snape said, facing the back of another man's head.

That person is none other than Professor Quirrell.

On the back of Professor Quirrell's bald head was another ferocious face.

The face cracked open, and a hoarse voice came out: "So, Severus, you have a new situation over there."

"Yes, Master, Hagrid's defense is a giant dog with three heads." Snape said respectfully to the other face.

"Very good, then, this time the task of seeking information from Rubeus Hagrid will be left to you. Are there any questions?"

"No, Master...one more thing, that boy, Harry Potter, is enrolling in school this year."

"Ha, I know, of course I remember." The hoarse voice revealed full of anger, "10 years ago, of course I knew, that was the year he turned 11, wasn't he?"

"Master, in my opinion... I can help you... help you kill that boy." Professor Quirrell finally interjected, his voice eager and excited, as if he wanted to show off. Own.

"No," Severus Snape yelled, then paused suddenly and said, "Only the master can kill him personally."

The face on the back of his head suddenly stared at Snape, as if hoping to see something inside his head.

Snape looked at him calmly.

The face sneered, stared at Snape and said, "Severus, you haven't forgotten that woman yet."

Snape was silent for a while and said calmly, "There are so many good women in this world. I no longer care about them. I am only loyal to you, my master."

"Hahaha," the ferocious face let out a hoarse laugh, "Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you are still old, and you still want to use your so-called "love" to deal with me."

Professor Quirrell laughed unnaturally, while Snape remained calm.

After a while, the laughter suddenly stopped.

"Severus, take action today."

"Okay, master."

"Quilro, dragon egg." The hoarse voice said in a commanding tone.

"Here...here." Professor Quirrell's hands trembled as he took out a palm-sized belt from his pocket.

"In order to...not to...not draw anyone's...attention, I added...an infinite extension spell to the bag." Professor Quirrell's His voice was raised a little higher and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he said something very remarkable.

"Yeah, not bad." The hoarse voice said casually, "Give it to Severus."

"Okay... okay, Master." Professor Quirrell looked a little excited and grinned.

Snape sneered mockingly, took the bag, opened it, looked at it, and closed it again.

The hoarse voice sounded again, becoming weaker: "Okay, that's it for today, I'm going to rest Dumbledore, hum, even when I, Lord Voldemort, am at my weakest, you can't stop me."

Snape smiled and then said: "Of course, great master."

The face glanced at Snape and disappeared from the back of Professor Quirrell's head, leaving only a few thick blue-black marks.

Snape immediately turned cold and said, "You'd better not have any ideas about that Potter boy. Only the Dark Lord can kill him with his own hands."

"Severus, you... you can't... behave... in front of the master, right? I... I Will kill that boy." Professor Quirrell's face turned red slightly.

"Foolish" Snape's voice rose a little higher, "kill him under Dumbledore's eyes"

"I...I will." Professor Quirrell whispered.

Snape snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the classroom.