Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

After receiving advice from Jean, Pansy left the auditorium with a gloomy face. Jean could only pray to Harry silently in his heart, hoping that she would not go too far.

And Draco's two former followers, Goyle and Crabbe, are still sitting at the long table, grunting and fighting with the food.

However, there are currently no plans to arrange for the two of them to keep them happy for another month or two. When the holidays come, they will naturally be given something to do.

Although these two guys are stupid and clumsy, waste can still be used. It is also possible to keep them and make them into human flesh fire bombs in the future.

After breakfast, Gene came to Quirrell's office.

After entering the office, Gene smelled an unpleasant smell. He waved his wand and cleaned up to disperse the smell.

"Little Master, you are here!" Seeing Jean come in, Quirrell immediately greeted him flatteringly.

"No need to talk nonsense, what do you want to do by calling me here?"

"Master has ordered us to get the magic stone as soon as possible. I want to discuss with you when we should take action!"

Quirrell did not take off his headband. Jean knew that it was because Voldemort was attacked by several young wizards and did not absorb enough unicorn blood. Therefore, he is still very weak and may not be able to come out to see others for the time being. , so I can only urge Quirrell.

"This is your business and has nothing to do with me. Why should I help you?"

Quirrell choked, obviously he did not expect to get such an answer.

"But...but aren't you his child?"

"So what? This is what you should do as a servant. Even if I don't do anything, he won't blame me. But if you can't complete the task, you can think about the consequences yourself."

Quirrell suddenly felt a strong sense of malice. There was really no good thing between the father and son, and he wouldn't be able to do anything if he was caught in the middle.

"Then...then I will lure Dumbledore away tomorrow, and then I will steal the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"Well, since you already have a plan, just go ahead and do it. Why are you still looking for me? You are already a qualified servant and should learn to take the initiative to do things on your own."

Quirrell felt extremely aggrieved. He was obviously an outstanding wizard who graduated from Ravenclaw, and because of his strong strength, he was chosen by Dumbledore to become the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

It was supposed to be the most outstanding thing on my life resume, but it turned out to be what it is now.

If he could go back in time, he would give himself a big slap in the face.

Why would you go to Albania to explore if you have nothing to do? Why don't you just stay at home and lie down? You have to commit suicide. Do you think you are Lockhart?

"You already know how to pass a three-headed dog?"

"Yes... yes, not long ago I used a dragon egg to get a way to subdue the three-headed dog from Hagrid." Quirrell answered subconsciously, "Little master, how did you know there was a three-headed dog?"

"Is this any surprise? I've already been to that room, and the levels you set up are so simple."

"As expected of my young master, he was able to easily pass so many levels in just the first grade." Quirrell flattered him lightly.

"Okay, no need to flatter me. When I went there, nothing was decorated in the last room, and the magic stone was not there, so you have to rely on yourself; just do what you should do quickly. If you can't do it well, there will be consequences. You'll suffer the consequences." After saying that, Gene opened the door and left.

In the office, Quirrell sat behind the desk a little disappointed.

I originally thought that I could get help from Jean, so that I would at least have a helping hand, but now I can only rely on myself.

After confirming that he could not get help, Quirrell picked up a pen and prepared to write a letter to Dumbledore in the name of the Ministry of Magic to send him away, otherwise he would not dare to blatantly enter and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

When Jean returned to the lounge, Draco happened to be back as well.

"How about it, do you know who did it?"

Draco shook his head, "Potter thinks it's Professor Snape, who exchanged the dragon egg for the secret of the three-headed dog from Hagrid, and is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Are you so sure! What do you think?"

"I think this is also possible. After all, as a Death Eater and a professor in the school, it is very likely that he has come into contact with Voldemort and received instructions to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. After all, in Voldemort's current state, he probably can't do anything on his own. To steal."

Gene nodded, "What you said makes sense, so what are you going to do?"

"Potter and the others have gone back, but I think they will go find Dumbledore."

"What if Dumbledore isn't here?"

Draco's expression was stunned, he had never thought that this would happen.

"What are you going to do if he's not here?"

Draco said nothing.

"How did you feel when you saw it that day?"

"Terror, a feeling of fear that comes from the depths of the soul. I can understand why my father and the others would follow him. Although he is half-dead now, I can still imagine what he was like in his heyday!"

There was a faint expression of yearning on Draco's face.

"The two generations of Dark Lords have different personalities and things they do. Voldemort relies entirely on the concept of pure blood to win over a large number of followers, but in the final analysis it is because of his impressive strength. Without this strength, No matter how great his ideal is, it is difficult for anyone to follow him.

Therefore, no matter what you want to do, strong power should be your first pursuit, and the rest will wait until you have the strength. By then, whether you want to follow Voldemort, or you want to become the Dark Lord yourself, It will be easy to succeed. "

"I understand Jean, I will work hard to train." Draco showed a firm look, "But what is your goal?"

"My goal," Gene thought briefly, "is actually very simple. I have always been alone until I met you. I feel that you are all my good friends. I hope to be able to walk down the road with you!"

Hearing this, Draco's face was filled with emotion, "Jean, we will be best friends forever!"

"Okay, don't be nauseous. If it doesn't surprise me, Dumbledore will probably leave the castle in the next two days. No matter what you want to do, hurry up and get ready."

After hearing Jean's words, Draco immediately ran out of the lounge, seemingly going to find Harry and the others again, leaving only a black-haired girl looking at his back angrily, like a building about to erupt. volcano.

And Jean also looked at Draco's leaving figure. He never thought about friends or anything like that.

If one day Draco really chooses to surrender to Voldemort, Jean will not mind solving him with his own hands. After all, he has never taken Voldemort seriously.