A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered what classes each professor had to teach every day, so he was ready to run away early in the morning and ask for help from Professor McGonagall, who taught on the same floor.

"Quirrell" or Voldemort did not think of this. He devoted all his energy to creating a character, hiding from Dumbledore's attention, and looking for the magic stone.

Another professor? Not familiar with him, it has nothing to do with him, as long as these people don't block his way.

Besides, who would have nothing to do to remember such boring news.

"Professor Quirrell, you should give me an explanation as to why you used such a vicious black magic spell on an innocent child!" Professor McGonagall stared at Quirrell with sharp hawk-like eyes, and clenched his hands hard with anger, knuckles All turned white.

From the beginning, McGonagall disagreed with Dumbledore's arrangement to find Quirrell as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. She knew this wizard who had been her student and knew that he, like all Ravenclaws, regarded cleverness as wisdom. , always likes to take the wrong approach, and is not suitable to be a professor.

But even so, using the Unforgivable Curse on a second-year wizard was still too much.

"This is a misunderstanding, Professor McGonagall!" Quirrell's voice suddenly weakened. At this critical moment, Voldemort showed his style and threw the mess to his cannon fodder men.

Quirrell secretly complained in his heart, but looking at Professor McGonagall's murderous eyes, he had to bite the bullet and explain: "In today's class, I originally planned to explain the dangers of the Unforgivable Curse to the students. By the way, Mr. Woolie Set an example. As a result, Wu Lie misunderstood what I meant and waved the magic wand at me first."

This statement is full of loopholes, and anyone can tell that something is wrong.

The most incredible thing is that Quirrell is still trying to shirk responsibility and leave the blame to Hart.

Of course Professor McGonagall didn't believe him. He turned to look at Hart, who was leaning against the wall to regain his strength, and asked, "Mr. Woolie, is this really what Professor Quirrell said?"

The moment Professor McGonagall turned his head, Quirrell glared at Hart fiercely, as if he wanted to emphasize his threat.

Hart, who originally planned to go down the steps and trick the other party into paying some compensation, got angry after a while.

For the sake of Dumbledore wanting to cultivate a savior, I won't argue with you, but in the end, you'll get in trouble, right?

Hart immediately said: "Of course not! Professor Quirrell used the Imperius Curse to attack me from behind when I clearly refused to be his assistant."

"Don't be slanderous!" Quirrell's voice suddenly changed several tunes, and he strongly denied these accusations.

"I was so full that I went to attack a little wizard like you who doesn't know anything."

"This is the evidence!" Hart took out a small portable recorder that had been magically degaussed and played the recording.

Fast forwarding to those less important conversations, Professor McGonagall clearly heard that Quirrell was the first to shout the Imperius Curse, and then the two started fighting.

"What else do you have to say?" Professor McGonagall looked at Quirrell with an increasingly unkind look. As the vice-principal, she was already thinking about throwing this guy into Azkaban.

Casting two Unforgivable Curses on an underage wizard should be sent to Azkaban for whatever reason.

Quirrell's head suddenly got big, and he looked at Hart fiercely.

It's all this ignorant boy's fault. If it weren't for him, why would he be in such a mess?

"Well, I am willing to apologize for my reckless behavior and compensate Mr. Woolley."

Quirrell only apologized at this time. He still felt humiliated and at the same time he agreed with his master's ambition.

If a pure-blood wizard were in power now, he would have gone sideways long ago. How could he bow to such a Muggle mudblood?

Hart looked at Quirrell's expression of one who would rather die than surrender, and almost laughed out of anger.

Before Professor McGonagall could reply to Quirrell, he spoke first: "I personally feel that such a big matter should be decided by Professor Dumbledore, rather than being resolved through private negotiation between the few of us."

Professor McGonagall nodded happily, feeling that Hart had finally come to his senses and did not have to have sex with the professor like last year.

As everyone knows, Hart actually harbors evil intentions. He not only wants to threaten Quirrell and Voldemort, but also wants to disgust the old bee.

You can train a savior just because you want it, and let all the students in the school study with the prince at the cost of their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Sure enough, when he heard Dumbledore's name, Quirrell stopped blushing because his face was as white as A4 paper; he stopped breathing because he was almost out of breath.

"I think we should not disturb Professor Dumbledore!"

Chilo smiled and suddenly became humble.

Professor McGonagall glanced sideways at this guy and laughed twice: "Do you think it's possible?"

Quirrell's eyelids twitched twice, but in the end he didn't dare to say that he wasn't going. He went upstairs with Professor McGonagall with a grimace.

As for Hart, he did not follow and only gave Professor McGonagall his small tape recorder as evidence.

He was very pessimistic about the final outcome of this matter. Dumbledore's thoughts were unpredictable, and the outcome was likely to be a fifty-fifty defeat and a peaceful end.

If that's the case, then you'd better not make yourself uncomfortable by getting involved.

As soon as the professors left, the little wizards who had been waiting for a long time immediately surrounded them.

Hufflepuff, who had the largest number of people, blocked out the people from the other three houses, while Cedric, the most active Hermione, and the other little wizards recruited by Hart gathered around him, talking all over the place. Concerned about his physical condition.

"What spells did Quirrell use?"

"What are the effects of those Unforgivable Curses?"

"Who still has fresh food?"

"Make a way immediately, we need to take Hart to the infirmary."

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Listening to the chatter of the people around him, Hart felt that the several fractures on his body were more painful.

"Okay, don't argue. I'm only slightly injured. Just go to the infirmary by yourself."

"Spread out, spread out!"

Hart waved his hand and let the huddled little badgers disperse.

Then, he covered his chest with his left hand and was supported by Cedric on his right hand, and slowly walked out under the gazes of the little badgers.

As his ears quieted down, Hart felt that the wounds on his body no longer hurt so much.

But what was not good was that just as the two of them passed the corner, Slytherin, who was blocked from the outside, started to boo again.

"Hart, why are you so embarrassed? Isn't it pretty cool when you quarrel with the professor in class?"

Cedric was instantly furious and stared viciously at these bastards who couldn't tell the time.

"Don't pay attention to these lunatics." Hart grabbed Cedric's arm and said, "Sooner or later, I'm going to kill these racist little bastards."