Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is on the third floor and needs to be moved to the next floor.

Since the owner changes over the years, the layout inside will also constantly change with the replacement of professors.

Chilo's hobbies seem to be related to traveling. His office is filled with iconic souvenirs from the most local customs from all over the world - matryoshka dolls, carpets, African masks and puppets, etc., as well as various wild flower specimens. .

Amon sat on the sofa and scanned the entire office with interest, as if he was really a student who was invited to have afternoon tea by his professor.

Of course, afternoon tea has long passed and it should be dinner time now.

"Want...to get something to drink? I...here is the coffee I brought back from Italy." After Quirrell returned to the office, his stuttering seemed to have improved a lot, and the whole person's feeling towards Amon also changed drastically. The change was like changing from a chief of an African tribe to an aristocratic gentleman in a European court.

This change is a signal - if Quirrell or Voldemort cannot get a satisfactory result today, he will not let Amon go out intact.

Amon was well aware of this, but he still looked calm on the surface.

"No, thank you, Professor." Without certainty, Amon didn't want to touch anything related to Voldemort.

But Quirrell didn't seem to hear Amon's answer. He brewed a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table in front of Amon.

Amon didn't reach out, Quirrell didn't speak anymore, and the air in the office gradually solidified.

The heavy pressure caused Amon's breathing to become slightly disordered.

Suddenly, Quirrell sat on the chair opposite him, stared closely at the monocle Amon wore on his right eye, and said word by word:

"Why...why have you never dared to look at me directly?"

"The eyes are the windows to a wizard's soul. I will not look into the eyes of a wizard who is more powerful than me at will." Amon seemed to subconsciously want to adjust the position of his monocle, but his hand fell down instantly before it left his thigh. go back.

"But... do you know that even if... you don't look at me, I can easily... read your thoughts?" Quirrell's slightly weird tone contained a different kind of severity.

Amon did not answer this time, but stretched out his hand to touch the monocle on his right eye, silently expressing his confidence.

"Just...a magic item?" Quirrell's tone was very contemptuous, and he said sarcastically:

"You...think this magic item was...given to you by Nott?"

Amon stopped stroking his monocle, and this time it was a real reaction.

He had never thought about the origin of this thing before. He only thought it was the heritage of the Nott family. Although there were not many magic items like this in the Nott family, there were three or five of them... This was a major mistake!

If this monocle, which is capable of Legilimency and provides closed-brain protection, is really related to Voldemort, then he may not have left any back-up in it that can allow it to be turned around and read the user's thoughts...

Quirrell's statement just now that he could easily read his thoughts may not be an empty lie...

But just now, he didn't notice any sign of his memory being invaded, the Occlumency he had maintained hadn't been broken through, and his spiritual intuition didn't give warning... By the way, when he took over the monocle, he didn't feel any danger either. .

Is it because the monocle's Legilimency is intended to be activated without the other party being aware of it, and it can only read superficial emotions, so it does not touch Occlumency?

——Just like he observed Harry at that time.

Before the opening party, Amon had tried to read the memory of Harry and the fragment of Voldemort's soul hidden in Harry's soul.

But in order not to stimulate Voldemort's soul fragments and wake him up, even if the monocle and his own Legilimency were combined, they could only read Harry's superficial emotions.

Of course, maybe this is also related to Amon's strength being too weak. After all, the use of magic items also depends on the wizard!

Or is it possible that with a monocle as a backdoor, Voldemort can bypass Occlumency and silently read the user's memory?

In theory, both of these should touch his spiritual intuition... Amon had many thoughts in his heart.

And as if he saw Amon's hidden worries, 'Qi Luo' said with great disdain:

"Old Nott's brain is full of loopholes and I don't have to work hard to manipulate it at will. I don't think it's worth leaving a backdoor in the things given to my men."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the office completely changed, as if the undercurrent surging under the glacier suddenly burst out, tearing the tranquility of the surface world to pieces.

"I don't understand, professor?" Amon put down his hand and stared directly at it, as if the distinct joints on it predicted the future.

"You are a smart little wizard, Amon." 'Qi Luo' smiled darkly.

"You've already noticed something is wrong with this loser, haven't you?"

Amon was silent, and 'Qiluo' didn't take it seriously either. He was still sighing to himself:

"Old Nott really gave birth to a good son. Amon, your excellence made me notice you from the beginning. Potions, spells, transformation...your talents are the only ones I have seen in my life, Bisne Pu is even better, just a little bit worse than me."

"Oh, and there's also sight. It's what allowed you to detect the flaws of this good-for-nothing Quirrell. So based on the information I just revealed to you, can you guess who I am?"

'Qi Luo' stared at Amon closely.

His gaze suddenly reminded Amon of an evil magical creature - the basilisk.

The basilisk's gaze is lethal, and even indirect contact can turn a person to stone.

From the moment Quirrell spoke, there was a magic filled with fear in the air.

This magic power entangled and oppressed him like a basilisk, licking his skin greedily, as if it was ready to crush all the bones in his body into powder and swallow it in one gulp.

However, the current situation was still within Amon's expectations. He pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then said:

"Of course, your name is feared. Your name is unspeakable. Even the most devout slaves can only look up to your glory. My father was fortunate to be one of them."

Amon stood up, bowed deeply, and praised with respect:

"The great forerunner Lord Voldemort, Amon Nott salutes you."

'Qi Luo' stood up slowly, and heavier and heavier pressure was pressed on Amon's back.

Amon could feel that the suffocating magic power had begun to "vomit", as if he was considering whether to eat from the head or the feet later.

I don't know how long it took, 'Qi Luo' suddenly smiled, his shadowed face looked weird and scary.

"I was indeed right, Amon, you are excellent."

"Since you say that even the most devout slave is not worthy of calling me by my real name, what do you want?"

"Knowledge, I long to be your disciple." Amon still maintained a humble bow, but his words revealed a strong ambition that was inconsistent with it.

"Not everyone is qualified for my guidance." 'Qi Luo' said slowly.

"But you have already recognized my excellence, haven't you?" Amon's tone was still confident and calm, but there was a hint of eagerness just right.

"Not enough!" The old god 'Qiluo' is here.

"Then how do I prove myself, sir?" Amon looked like he couldn't help but want to raise his head and look at 'Qi Luo'.

"Don't be anxious, there will be a chance." 'Qiluo' reassured calmly, and the next second he added:

"Of course, if your usual performance satisfies me, I can't teach you some high-end magic knowledge in advance." Quirrell raised his tone on the word "high-end".

"I think I will satisfy you, Professor." Amon seemed to calm down quickly, and specifically used the title "Professor" to assure 'Qi Luo'.

'Qi Luo' nodded with satisfaction, and then seemed to remember something. He said to Amon who was bending down and bowing his head:

"To reward you for your sharpness today, I will give you a small gift. Give me the monocle of your right eye." 'Qi Luo's tone was as gentle but unquestionable as a teacher.

Amon paused deliberately, then without hesitation took off his monocle and held it up with both hands.

'Qi Luo' did not take it from Amon's hand, but took out the wand and muttered a spell.

"Okay, now you can try it on again."

Amon seemed eager to see the difference in the monocle. He stood up quickly and put it on his right eye.

But... He tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't feel any changes.

"Of course you can't try anything out here. You'll find out when you get back. It's a little surprise."

After saying that, 'Qiluo' seemed to have finished his work and issued an order to expel guests:

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest."

Amon understood everything, bowed and said goodbye: "Good night, Professor."

In this regard, 'Qi Luo' just nodded casually. He never mentioned the poor cup of coffee from beginning to end. Maybe he thought it was beneath his dignity to drink cold coffee for his guests.

……

Coming out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Amon looked as normal and was about to go straight back to Ravenclaw Tower, but he noticed three young wizards with extremely bad tracking skills following behind him.

Amon walked slowly and thought, and at a corner, he suddenly turned in.

This caused his figure to instantly disappear from the sight of the trio.

The trio hurriedly trotted to follow, only to find that there was no trace of Amon in this remote corridor.

"Hi!"

Suddenly, a voice appeared behind them, and the sneaky trio were startled and screamed.

They were in shock and subconsciously looked for the sound, only to find Amon standing behind them silently like a ghost.

Wearing a classic black magic robe, a soft pointed hat, and a monocle, Amon stood there with a smile, but he was scarier than a Halloween pumpkin head.

"As an elegant gentleman and elegant lady, it is very disrespectful to follow others recklessly." Amon said.

"What's even more disrespectful is that you were discovered by the person you were following." The smile on his face deepened.

"Is there anything you want to say?" He looked at the trio with interest.

This was Amon's first time coming into contact with the trio, and it gave him the feeling... that they were just three children after all, and Dumbledore had worked so hard to train them.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Harry, who bears the title of "Savior", is destined to be unable to live an ordinary life, especially when the Dark Lord is not completely dead.

At this moment, the immature boy knew that he was wrong and remained speechless;

Miss Know-It-All is even worse. At this time, the "Gryffindor Soul" in her body has not been fully awakened, and now she only feels ashamed;

Only Ron stood up. This Weasley with flaming red hair said nonsensically:

"Then you shouldn't scare us on purpose..."

"Okay, I apologize."

"You...huh?" Ron's newly established momentum was instantly disrupted. He looked at Amon with a doubtful look on his face, and his eyes widened in shock as he had extensive experience with Slytherins.

It seemed that Mr. Weasley had not realized that although the person standing in front of him was a "pure blood", he was not a Slytherin, but a Ravenclaw.

Slytherin's pride comes from Slytherin itself, and their sense of honor makes them unwilling to admit their mistakes easily;

Ravenclaw's pride is based on wisdom, and their intelligence puts them in a more advantageous position at all times.

"Okay, now it's your turn." Amon was like a child who failed in the competition, looking at his opponent provocatively after throwing the stone.

This time, the three little wizards couldn't stand each other. The three little wizards looked at each other, and in the end, Hermione gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, standing up like a big sister taking care of her little brother.

"I'm sorry!" She plunged it down and lifted it up again.

"We shouldn't be following you!"

After saying that, she took the helpless Harry and Ron and ran away.

Amon looked at their departing figures faintly, adjusted the monocle in his right eye, smiled suddenly, and then turned around and left.

He just did that just to draw more hatred out of the trio and make them pay more attention to him.

Not only would this allow him to reasonably enter Dumbledore's sight, but he might also be able to use the trio as an excuse to fool Voldemort's "test".

Today, for the first time, Amon truly realized the powerlessness of the weak.

But this is also the last time, I promise, he whispered in his heart.

At this moment, Amon's shadow seemed darker under the dim light of the torches in the corridor, like the ink spilled by God. There was an unknown secret hidden in the flowing shadow curtain...

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