Travel from Hogwarts

Friday is also a busy day because it is also a full day of classes.

On Friday morning, Hufflepuff still had to have classes with the Ravenclaw students, Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning and Transfiguration in the afternoon.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught by Quirrell, the current villain. Drinker is still a little uneasy about Quirrell, and the person who makes him uneasy is actually not Quirrell, but the back of his head. of Voldemort.

Dumbledore didn't use Legilimency to read his memory, but that didn't mean Voldemort couldn't do it either. He was an unscrupulous guy.

Drinker had been worried last night, what would he do if Voldemort read his memory, should he run away?Or run?Or, run quickly?

However, this was quickly forgotten, and the time returned to last night, before Drinker went to bed.

After a day of classes, the little wizards of Hufflepuff were all a little tired, and Justin fell straight down to sleep. This also made Drinker a little helpless, because soon, he started snoring. .

Justin's snoring was not as loud as the sky, but it should not be underestimated. Drinker was so shocked that he couldn't sleep for a while. Just when he was about to complain about the other party, he himself didn't even know it. , fell asleep quietly.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!" In his sleep, Drinker felt like someone was knocking on him.

"Don't make trouble," he said drowsily.

"Get up, Drinker, we're going to be late!" This time, the knocking sound was louder. Drinker opened his eyes and saw a chubby little face.

"Justine," what are you going to do?Seeing Justin's fat face, Drinker's subconscious reaction was to hide.

"Get up, Drink, are we going to be late?" This time, Drink heard clearly.

"? Late? What do you mean, by the way, Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Drinker suddenly thought that there were classes today, so he got up immediately, got dressed in a hurry, and went downstairs with Justin.

"I didn't expect you to get up earlier than me today," Drink said jokingly while looking at Justin on the way.

In fact, he was not worried about points being deducted for Quirrell's class, but he ran faster than yesterday. Who would worry about points being deducted? What he was worried about was his life.

It would be bad luck if Voldemort accidentally caught his eye.

"It was Trust who woke me up. If it weren't for him and Xivier, we would really be late." Justin said as he ran.

At this time, Drinker seemed to remember that someone did call him before Justin called him up.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is on the third floor, so the two of them had to climb seven flights of stairs. As for why they have to climb seven flights of stairs from the first floor to the third floor, haha, it’s small, the layout is small, so what’s the road to Hogwarts? So simple.

A few minutes later, the two of them panted and climbed to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Huhu, I will never be late again," Justin said out of breath as soon as he sat down.

"Haha," Drinker smiled and still had the energy to speak. It seems you are not tired after all!

"Late? I brought breakfast for you two." At this time, Seaver came over and handed Drink two breakfasts.

"Thank you," Drink said.

"You're welcome, couldn't you help me carry it too?"

Indeed, Drinker brought breakfast to Xivier and Trust yesterday morning, but they seemed to have already eaten, so he and Justin ate two portions each. Note, Justin ate two points. Half.

Quirrell arrived after the bell rang. He seemed to be the first professor Drinker had seen so far who was late for class.

"Good morning, good morning, everyone, I, I, I, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you, you, you can call me Professor Quirrell." As soon as he came, Quirrell said stutteringly. The attire, the turban, and the large amount of garlic hanging from his body all make him look particularly funny.

As expected, his words caused a group of young wizards to burst into laughter.

In this regard, Quirrell did not stop him, or in other words, he just said a few symbolic words without any coercive measures. He acted very weak and seemed completely incompetent.

Drinker was also laughing. He couldn't hold it back at first, because Quirrell's look was really hilarious and made people unable to help it, but later on, he just pretended.

Because he seemed to have discovered something.

Quirrell is too strange. This is the superficial meaning. His turban and garlic are enough to prove his strangeness, but this is not what Drinker cares about. What he cares about is Quirrell's performance.

Because the little wizards didn't know Quirrell's identity, they thought Quirrell was a fool who was frightened by the Egyptian witch. But Drinker was different. He knew Quirrell's identity and he knew that Quirrell was the mastermind behind the scenes.

He knew that Quirrell was faking it, and he knew that behind Quirrell's head was Voldemort.

However, Quirrell's performance, even though he knew everything was correct, was still so abnormal and even a little unsightly.

This is what's really strange about Drinker, because Quirrell, he seems to be protecting these little wizards.

Behind his head is Voldemort, who is Voldemort, a guy who kills without batting an eye, a master of legilimens, who can kill a bunch of little wizards with just one look, and Quirrell's various behaviors make him look like a waste, which leads to He, that is, Voldemort, cannot attack other young wizards, because doing so will expose him. This is why Drinker feels strange, because Quirrell's performance is fundamentally ignorant and extremely embarrassing.

Thinking of this, Drinker seemed to have figured something out. He suddenly realized that Quirrell in the original book was not bad from the beginning. He remembered that Quirrell was a graduate of Ravenclaw and was invited to Hogwart. I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

It seems that he is also a genius himself.

Thinking of this, Drinker felt that Quirrell wasn't that bad after all.

"Ada, Quirrell is not that bad now!" Yes, it is only the first day of school. Quirrell has only been possessed by Voldemort for more than a month at most. He still retains some of his own ideas. He might even want to get rid of Voldemort.

"Yes, that's it. No one wants to be a puppet. He wants to get rid of Voldemort, but he has no way, so he chooses to use pretense to attract other people's attention. So whose attention is he trying to attract? Who There is only one answer that can deal with Voldemort, Dumbledore." Drinker's body was shaking slowly, and he seemed to have thought of some shocking conspiracy.

"Wait a minute, there's Gringotts." That's right, Dumbledore received the news in advance and transferred the Sorcerer's Stone. Who released the news?It was Quirrell. He didn't want Voldemort to get the Philosopher's Stone, and he didn't want Voldemort to regain his strength, because in this way, he would not be able to escape Voldemort, and he would have to succumb to Voldemort's hands for the rest of his life.

The more Drinker thought about it, the more shocked he became. He completely underestimated Quirrell. Quirrell played a very big game of chess. He was a real genius. He even fooled Voldemort.

Thinking of this, Drinker was filled with shock.

Drinker did not listen carefully to the next lesson. He seemed to be still immersed in the truth he had imagined.

However, he could still hear bursts of laughter from time to time. Obviously, Quirrell was still acting out his identity.

Drink would occasionally smile along with him. He was pretending. Now, Drink didn't dare to be exposed at all. He was now not only afraid of Voldemort, but also of Quirrell.

After class, Drinker and Justin walked towards the auditorium without stopping. Along the way, Justin continued to chatter about Quirrell. This time, even Trust also talked about it from time to time. From these two sentences, it was obvious that Quirrell had a deep impression on him.

"Hahaha, Professor Quirrell is so interesting,"

"Indeed, I have never seen such a funny professor,"

"Why do you think Hogwarts asked Quirrell to be its professor? I feel like he is a lot worse than other professors!"

"Who knows, maybe I got the wrong one,"

Justin and Trust were talking to each other one by one, but Seaver, on the other hand, didn't speak much.

And Drinker also relaxed a lot during their conversation.