A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart was not surprised that Voldemort targeted him.

As the first young wizard to resist Snape and make the old bat lose face, Hart has been called a "pure-blood enemy" by the Slytherins because of his origin.

As one of the leaders of the pure-blood sect, Voldemort would be a very bad thing if he did not suppress Hart, a mudblood who "refuses to accept enlightenment".

But on this occasion and in this way, Hart was a little surprised.

In his impression, although Voldemort had no big ambitions or big plans, his early experiences taught him patience and disguise, and his clever brain made him very good at conspiracy.

If such a person wants to correct himself, he should implement the plan after careful consideration, rather than making a decision in anger like now.

"Mr. Wu Lie, why don't you say anything? Don't you know these three spells?" Quirrell urged further.

"As soon as I heard the name 'Unforgiven', I knew that these spells were all black magic. I have always followed the rules, and school regulations do not allow learning black magic, so I don't know what you are talking about."

Hart felt that his shame had really reached a certain level. In his previous life, he didn't even dare to bargain for groceries, but now he could tell such lies without blushing or heartbeat.

The little badgers still don't know the magic world as a whole, and they don't know the meaning of the Unforgivable Curse. In addition, they subjectively feel that Hart is a kind big brother, so they naturally have no doubt about him.

But Slytherin's side immediately exploded. Thousands of words can be summed up into one sentence,

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen anyone as shameless as Hart!

Last semester, when you were chasing us all over Hogwarts with your wand, why didn't you think about the house rules?

Ugh, disgusting, disgusting, really disgusting!

Slytherin exploded, and everyone clenched their fists, wanting to rush in and avenge last year's attack.

But the anger did not go away the cunning instinct and self-preservation talent that this Slytherin relied on for survival. He looked at Quirrell on the stage, hoping that Hart's "obeying the rules" had annoyed the professor.

But what is disappointing is that Quirrell has no expression on his face and no movement on his body, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking.

This was Voldemort's instinctive reaction to conceal his emotions. Although there was no expression on his face, he was constantly thinking in his heart.

He had heard a lot about Hart since returning to Hogwarts.

Although Voldemort didn't want to admit it to this dirty Mudblood, he was indeed a very capable person, and he even felt that there was some similarity between the two people.

That is, they don't care about the so-called rules, and are even ready to tear everything apart at any time and let the world revolve around them.

But when Hart answered something just now, Voldemort discovered that this boy really believed in the rules of Hogwarts, and there was no sign of lying in his words.

"Is this another idiot brainwashed by Dumbledore?"

Voldemort subconsciously came to this conclusion and then stopped taking it seriously.

A little follower of Dumbledore is not worth the effort of the Dark Lord.

As for the possibility of being mistaken, Voldemort never thought about it.

Damn it, no one knows how to lie better than me, not even Dumbledore.

Later, you can coax this kid onto the stage and use the Imperius Curse to control him, and that's it.

Hart was not born with Legilimency, so of course he couldn't guess what Voldemort, the master of psychology, was thinking.

However, if he knew that Voldemort thought the two were very similar, he would definitely laugh.

The gap between the two of them is too big, they are completely opposite.

"Mr. Wu Lie, it's okay if you don't understand. Please come forward and I will demonstrate it to you in person." Another smile appeared on Quirrell's lips.

"Forget it!" Hart is not a fool. He can only be manipulated when he gets on stage: "I think if you want to talk about this kind of dangerous black magic in class, you should report it to the school in advance instead of going out. I did it on impulse.”

Seeing that this boy was using the school's rules to pressure him, and he still had to follow them, Voldemort became a little impatient: "I'm teaching now, and it's up to me to decide what to teach. You give it to me now Come on stage.”

The professor is angry!

The people in Slytherin were all excited, hoping that Hart and the professor would come to the end, so that they could make Hart suffer even if they did nothing.

"I refuse again!"

Hart directly rejected Quirrell's invitation and counterattacked: "The first half of the class was boring and reciting the contents of the textbook. In the second half of the class, an ordinary little wizard like me will be asked to cooperate with the experiment of dangerous spells. This That’s your course.”

"If that's the case, then I think I can leave."

Hart collected his textbooks and left without saying a word.

When passing by Quirrell, Hart didn't even look at this guy. He walked straight to the classroom door and was about to open the door and leave.

"Soul out of body!"

Hart heard the sharp voice from behind, and the hair on his body stood up, realizing that Voldemort was attacking him in full view of the public.

Before he realized that the danger was coming, his body had already reacted automatically. Hart rolled on the spot and avoided the flying green light.

"Damn broken body!" Voldemort couldn't help but cursed secretly. If he had done it himself, this kid would have no chance to react.

Hart, who had escaped the disaster, was frightened, and without saying a word, he took out his wand and shouted: "Yugale Ovisa!"

All the books in the classroom were thrown at Quirrell from all directions under the influence of the spell.

"This kid actually fought back?" 'Qi Luo' was shocked and angry. He felt that he had been underestimated, and then he waved his wand.

"Fractured!"

The red light of the crushing curse spread rapidly, tearing the books that were thrown at it into pieces in an instant.

White pieces of paper flew over the entire classroom, causing the other little wizards to scream in surprise.

Impulsive!

The moment he cast the spell, Hart regretted it.

Now that Voldemort had to commit himself to Hogwarts for the Sorcerer's Stone and play the role of a cowardly professor, he could use the school's rules to retaliate against him.

But now that I have taken action, many things are unclear.

Even though it was very dangerous, the regret in Hart's heart flashed, and his anger immediately began to burn.

This bastard has cast the Imperius Curse on him. If he continues to endure this, he will no longer be a man.

Hart threw aside caution, held the wand tightly in his hand, and waved it towards the sky. The pieces of paper flying above the classroom that had not yet landed flew towards Quirrell like butterflies.

"This trick looks good, but it's not enough!" Quirrell was determined, "Let me, the professor, teach you how to fight as a wizard."