The man behind Hogwarts

A mysterious ancient manor, an ancient wizard who is proficient in black magic.

Books with evil power, unknown invitations...

After listening to Fordson's description, Quirrell suddenly felt a little moved.

He officially took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, which fulfilled a long-awaited wish. Naturally, he wanted to flex his muscles and make some achievements.

But when he actually sat in this position, he realized that the chair was a little bit harsh on his buttocks.

Especially the previous teacher was Crohn.

This is the so-called pearl and jade first.

Quirrell has clearly felt that it is quite difficult for him to teach recently.

"If I can collect some ancient wizards' books, maybe they can give me inspiration..."

Quirrell glanced sideways at Fordson and frowned slightly.

Although the two knew each other before, they did not have a deeper cooperative relationship after all. The sudden invitation...could it be a scam?

"Sorry, Boss Jadas, my classes are tight recently, I'm afraid I don't have time..."

"This is such a shame."

Fordson smiled wryly and shook his head, not disappointed.

"Professor Quirrell, if you know anyone who is interested in this kind of books, please introduce them to me. I am willing to give you some compensation."

"no problem."

"By the way, if anyone is interested in Boggart, you can introduce him to me."

"Boggart?!"

Quirrell exclaimed softly, "Is there a Boggart in that ancient manor?"

"It should be right. Although I'm not 100% sure, I believe it is indeed a Boggart."

Hearing this, Quirrell couldn't sit still.

A boggart is a shapeless magical creature that changes according to the heart of the person who looks at it, transforming into that person's most feared thing, thus feeding on fear.

Because this behavior of Boggart is not considered passive defense.

But take the initiative to attack.

Therefore, in the Ministry of Magic's identification of magical creatures, Boggart is classified as a dark magical creature.

"If there really is a Boggart, it can be used in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. There is nothing more suitable than it!"

Boggart lacks real attack power and can only scare people through changes.

If used in the classroom.

You don’t have to worry about causing serious accidents, and you can also provide targeted teaching. It’s like killing three birds with one stone!

"Wait, Boss Fordson——"

Seeing that Fordson was about to leave, Quirrell couldn't help but make a plea to stay.

"If it's really a boggart, at what price are you going to sell it?"

"This..." Fordson paused and said, "If you are willing to buy some ancient books together, I can give you the Boggart."

By this time, he was still focused on promoting ancient books.

It seems that they only regard Boggart as an addition and don't take it seriously.

This indifferent attitude.

On the contrary, it made Quirrell feel at ease.

"No problem, but I need to make sure it's a Boggart first."

"Okay, I'll take you there myself so you can identify it yourself."

The two left as soon as they could, opened the door of the tavern, and used apparation to rush to the ancient manor.

Fordson led the way.

Quirrell followed his displacement.

Not long after, the two came to an uninhabited forest, with a classical manor in Noda standing in front of them.

Just by looking at the appearance of the manor, Quirrell was sure that this was indeed an ancient manor.

The shape, texture, style and more all prove it.

"It seems that there is really no problem..." Quirrell quietly put away his wand, "Think about it, I have no grudges against Fordson. There is no need for him to harm me. It's just me being careless."

"Professor Quirrell, please follow me."

When walking into the manor, my body seemed to have passed through an invisible membrane...

"If it weren't for the protection of compound magic, this manor would have decayed and collapsed." Fordson explained casually.

Everything he does seems real.

There is no trace of performance at all.

Even this ancient solemnity is a truly ancient manor. Fordson spent a lot of money to lure Quirrell.

……

Go straight to the second floor, open a room, and immediately dust rises.

"Bubblehead!"

The two casually cast a head soaking spell.

The Bubble Head Charm is a functional auxiliary magic. Its effect is to cover a person's head with a round transparent bubble, which can isolate dust and even breathe underwater.

Fordson guided Quirrell to the dressing table.

A mahogany box lies on the table.

"The Boggart was in the box. I opened it once and it turned into the thing I feared most, so I guessed it was a Boggart."

"Professor Quirrell, do you want to try it yourself?"

"it is good!"

Quirrell was a little excited. Even though he had never seen a Boggart, he wanted to know what he was most afraid of.

But before opening the box, he tightened his grip on his wand.

He practiced chanting "Funny" several times, which was a magic specially used to deal with Boggarts.

In fact, the best way to deal with Boggarts is to face your fears calmly and then laugh out loud. This will not only drive away the Boggarts, but also completely eliminate them.

But of course it was impossible for Quirrell to adopt this approach.

It took a few minutes to calm down.

Then slowly opened the mahogany box.

In an instant, a faint black smoke rushed out of the box and hit Quirrell.

Under Quirrell's gaze, the black smoke turned into a witch covered in abscesses, charging towards Quirrell with teeth and claws.

"Mother... Dominatrix!!"

The moment he saw the dominatrix, Quirrell trembled all over and his mind went blank.

The dominatrix let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, and a foul smell seemed to fill the air.

……

When Quirrell was about to open the mahogany box, Fordson slowly took a few steps back.

In a standing wooden cabinet in the corner of the room, a hand quietly stretched out and held a black wand.

Just listen to Quirrell exclaim: "Mother... dominatrix!!"

The black hand in the wooden cabinet quickly cast magic: "Collapse!"

Quirrell, who was in fear of the dominatrix, heard the sound of a spell in a trance. His brain was shaken and the hairs on his body stood up.

At this moment, he actually overcame his fear of the dominatrix.

He quickly turned around and raised his wand: "Armor protects..."

Bang~!

Unfortunately, Paul will not give him a chance to defend.

The coma spell hit Quirrell directly, but he hadn't finished reciting the iron armor spell yet.

Quirrell fell to the ground.

As soon as Quirrell was unconscious, the boggart lost its support and was about to attack Fordson. Fordson fired "Funny" and knocked it back into the mahogany box.

"Hahaha, thank you for your hard work, Fordson."

Paul laughed and walked out of the cabinet and continued to cast a few spells to completely control Quirrell.

"How's it going? Nothing happened?"

"No, everything went well." Fordson closed the mahogany box and locked it.

Without stopping, the two of them took Quirrell into the basement of the manor.

The basement has been cleaned in advance, and there are still many tools for refining potions.

In the clay pot, bubbles came one after another.

In the crucible, unknown bones were burned to black ash.

Pull out a lock of Quirrell's hair and put it in a clay pot...

Then all the black ash in the crucible was poured into the clay pot. In an instant, a black air ball rushed out of the pot, exploded in the air, and sprinkled the entire basement with the fragrance of grass and trees.

At the same time, the solution in the jar turned an earthy yellow.

"It's done!"

Paul carefully filled the solution into glass bottles, filling five bottles.

"According to the dosage of my compound potion, a small sip can transform you into one for an hour. I have so much now, it's enough."

Fordson said: "Don't be careless. These can support your transformation for at least half a month. If you want to maintain the transformation later, you can only brew the potion again, but brewing it in Hogwarts... is too dangerous!"

"Don't worry, half a month is more than enough."

"How will he deal with it?" Fordson kicked Quirrell.

"Make a stone prison in the basement and lock it up first."

Before imprisoning Quirrell in a stone cell, Paul awakened him, cast a Cruciatus Curse on him, and quickly broke the spell.

The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses and is considered the best curse to torture people.

Neville's parents were tortured and driven mad by the Cruciatus Curse.

Crohn was also hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Fortunately, he was strong and did not lose control on the spot. With the help of William later, he was able to save his life.

This curse can at least torture people, at worst it can destroy reason and cause permanent madness.

"What are you doing?" Fordson was a little confused.

"I have to break down his psychological defenses first, and then use Legilimency to obtain information."

As expected, Quirrell couldn't bear the pain of the Cruciatus Curse and rolled around on the ground in pain.

In just one breath, saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"That's enough!" Fordson yelled. "If you continue, he's really going crazy."

"Okay, let's spare his life for now."

Paul held Quirrell's head, looked into each other's eyes, and quietly activated Legilimency.

Hogwarts information...

Information about teaching...

And most importantly, William's information...

Because Legilimency was too complicated, Paul only extracted the most critical information.

But just these things made his head ache.

"call--"

Paul took a few long breaths, and his eyes quietly became bloodshot.

"It's a pity that Cedino was caught, otherwise I wouldn't have to take risks myself!"

"When I return to the United States with the sun bracelet, I will make the Wizarding Congress pay the price!!"

"How is it, are you better?"

Fordson has imprisoned the unconscious Quirrell in a stone prison.

"Phew - it's okay, I'll just take a rest." Paul rubbed his temples and ordered: "I'll leave Quirrell to you. Don't let him escape, and don't let him die."

"I will return to Hogwarts soon. If anything happens, I will notify you by owl."

"it is good."

……

……

At 7:30 in the evening, Paul disguised as Quirrell appeared in Hogwarts Castle.

Standing on the lawn and looking at the castle from a distance.

The towering stone castle, the towering towers, the little lights in the darkness... Everything is full of charm in Paul's eyes, not to mention the sky covered by dark clouds tonight, the deep black lake...

"The safest magic school in the world, the scenery is indeed magnificent."

"However, I'm here today. I want to see what the legendary Dumbledore looks like."

Paul walked briskly and his eyes were full of determination.

"I will be reborn here..."

Because it was still early before curfew, there were still many students walking around the school.

In addition, Halloween is coming soon, so the little wizards are squandering their abundant energy.

Paul had just entered the corridor.

Three little wizards walked towards me.

Two men and one woman, the three of them walked and chatted in a hurry. The only girl was still holding a large book.

"Professor Quirrell?"

Harry stopped suddenly and looked at Quirrell in surprise.

Hermione and the two also greeted each other quickly.

"Professor Quirrell, I was going to find you just now. Have you just come back?"

"Haha, I went to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink." Paul showed a sunny smile that fit Quirrell's habit, looking very approachable. "Hermione, what do you want from me?"

"I'd like to ask you a little bit about Muggle Studies."

"Well, no problem, do you want to come to my office now?"

Hermione was a little moved, but Ron kept winking at her.

He had no choice but to say, "We are going to find Hagrid to make a jack-o'-lantern. How about I come see you tomorrow?"

"no problem."

Watching the three little ones go away, Paul slowly looked back.

After such an incident, he suddenly discovered that Quirrell was so popular in school.

At least the junior wizards like him very much.

Because Quirrell has a kind personality, speaks softly, and is young, he is highly praised by people such as Hermione.

Although Quirrell's teaching ability is often criticized by Fran, it is also based on Fran's profound knowledge.

At least the first-year students cannot understand Quirrell's shortcomings.

"That boy just now - Harry Potter?"

Paul lowered his eyes to hide the excitement in his pupils.

"I almost overlooked one thing. What is valuable to me in Hogwarts is not only the sun bracelet, but also Harry Potter!"

"Savior!"

"The Boy Who Lived!"

"Even in the United States, I have heard of his name, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."

As he was thinking about it, Paul suddenly had an idea...

An extremely bold idea.

If Harry Potter were captured in the United States, he would probably immediately become the most famous wizard in the world.

Harry Potter defeated Voldemort...

I beat Harry Potter...

Equivalent to: I defeated Voldemort? ?

No problem!

"The three of them seem to have a lot of trust in me. Isn't it God helping me?"

Paul licked his lips and walked into the shadows.

For the next three days, Paul carefully played the role of Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and copied his habits 100%.

No matter when you get up in the morning,

Or how to ask questions in class to get extra points?

He threw himself into it all.

He even showed a passion that surpassed that of Quirrell when teaching. At the same time, the new knowledge points he occasionally mentioned also made the little wizards scream.

During this period, he received private inquiries from nearly ten students.

Among them was Hermione. Ever since she learned that Quirrell had taught Muggle Studies before, she couldn't help but come to him frequently for advice.

And Harry, he seemed to want to ask Quirrell about Snape.

Most of the people who came to him to ask questions were junior students, such as Harry and others. Their questions were not only simple, but also ridiculous.

Paul was in disbelief.

At Hogwarts, first-year students only learn this kind of content?

But there was one student who surprised Paul.

Fran Bilson.

Third year Slytherin.

From this student, Paul seemed to see a dazzling talent. Only then did he sigh, this is indeed Hogwarts!

This is what students from prestigious schools should look like!