The man behind Hogwarts

The bell rang, Paul announced the end of get out of class and walked out of the classroom first.

Returning to the office, he closed the door and cast a silent spell to act as a soundproof barrier.

next moment.

Paul kicked the desk over hard and smashed the chair to pieces. He yelled while smashing it, venting his anger wantonly.

After venting like this for a few minutes, he finally calmed down. Looking at the messy office, which looked like it had been after an earthquake, Paul didn't say much and waved his wand to use magic to clean it up.

It can be seen from his familiar actions that this behavior is not the first time.

A week has passed since he disguised himself as Quirrell and sneaked into Hogwarts.

In the past three days, he was adapting to his identity and learning more about this magic school.

During those three days, Paul was still happy Paul.

Time soon came to the fourth day——

When Paul woke up from his sleep, he washed up quickly as a habit, put on his wizard robe, picked up his textbooks, and was ready to go out.

Suddenly, a piece of white paper on the wall caught his attention.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts Curriculum"

"Morning: Defense Against the Dark Arts class, noon: Defense Against the Dark Arts class, afternoon: Defense Against the Dark Arts class, evening: Defense against the Dark Arts class..."

"I must become an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

"I heard there's a curse in this class? Damn it, I don't believe it!"

This is the original curriculum that Quirrell hung on the wall, clearly recording his day's work.

At the bottom, I made a wish.

At the bottom, there was an unknown sentence written, which Paul couldn't understand.

Seeing this curriculum, Paul suddenly woke up. He pulled it off and looked at it carefully, from left to right, top to bottom...

Turn it over and look carefully.

In the end, he only saw two words: busy!

"This is 'my' day?... From morning to night, there is no free moment."

Paul looked at the form in panic, feeling extremely panicked.

"No. I have a little free time on Saturday..." Analyzing the time in the table, I finally found a little blank space.

There are no classes at Hogwarts on Saturday and Sunday.

It stands to reason that I can take a little rest in these two days, but this is not the case.

Saturday is the school's Quidditch practice day.

The Quidditch teams of the four houses will all focus on practicing at this time, especially since November is coming soon and the game is about to officially start, no one dares to relax.

When the students were practicing, the teacher couldn't relax because he was often being pushed by Mrs. Huo Qi.

The purpose is to protect students on the Quidditch pitch.

And Professor Quirrell?

He is Mrs. Huo Qi's first choice for a man! Even more than Mrs. Huo Qi herself! !

Paul remembered. He had seen this passage in Quirrell's memory. It was a shocking coincidence...

The day he caught Quirrell happened to be Saturday.

The original version of Quirrell finished teaching and finished his meal before being fucked by Mrs. Hooch, which lasted until the evening.

Then... Quirrell went to the Leaky Cauldron...

Met Fordson... was tricked into going to an ancient manor...

"this?……"

Paul was deeply surprised, "So Mrs. Huo Qi is actually a great benefactor? If it weren't for her, Quirrell might not have left school."

After a second thought, I started to hate Huo Qi again.

Because it will be Saturday again soon, and according to experience, I will be caught as a bastard again?

"Refuse? That's inappropriate... Any abnormal behavior will increase the possibility of exposure."

"accept?"

Paul frowned. Being raped was nothing, but it was a huge waste of time, and he felt very unhappy.

His purpose in entering Hogwarts was not to be a teacher.

If all the time was spent on teaching and prostitutes, where would there be time to kidnap Harry Potter and ask William about the sun bracelet?

As for Sunday?

According to Quirrell's memory, he had to stay in the office all day on Sunday to correct homework.

Paul: "..."

"Why the hell didn't I choose to be a student?"

……

Several days have passed since I discovered the curriculum, and exactly one week has passed since I entered Hogwarts.

No, what happened next was that Paul entered the office and started smashing the table, and then used magic to clean and restore it.

After a few minutes, the office looked the same again.

"No, we must find a way!"

Paul sat on the chair, propped up his chin and thought hard, recalling his explorations in the past few days, he understood that he could not follow the class schedule.

Otherwise, he will never find time to implement the plan in his life.

"The sun bracelet may be very difficult..." Paul frowned.

Before entering Hogwarts, although he knew William, he did not have a deep understanding of him.

Just a few general impressions——

The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, a second-level medal.

Known as the best student at Hogwarts in recent decades, he is also known as the Eagle of Ravenclaw.

I heard that some kind of gem club was also flourishing and becoming famous.

And the most profound impression——

The walking welfare package, the humanoid carrier of the sun bracelet, the opportunity for Paul to rise...

Until actually entering Hogwarts.

Only then did Paul have a clear understanding of William.

His intelligence is unparalleled, and his magical power is bottomless... The key is that he is mature and steady, good at planning and bold in making decisions!

There is no little wizard who does not know him. Even teachers and professors often mention him, as if he is the child next door, always regarded as a model representative.

When most students mention William, they always show admiration and worship in their eyes.

He even talked endlessly about the story between himself and William... even though it was just an occasional pass or a nod of acquaintance.

That's it!

Will it actually become a topic of conversation among these little wizards? !

When Paul found out all this, to be honest, he was a little scared. In that moment, he forgot William's age.

Out of nowhere, Paul heard a voice.

"Don't provoke him, fate will not favor you..."

"What will greet you is endless failure and regret..."

After coming back to his senses, he found that the voice was just a figment of his imagination.

The reason for this is that he subtly elevated William's image to an infinite level, and even subconsciously added an aura of destiny to him.

In Paul's mind, William seemed to have become the child of destiny.

To fight against him is to fight against fate.

This idea horrified Paul! !

He was born into a primitive tribe in the United States, or a wizard tribe more appropriately. This kind of force is not uncommon in the United States.

When Ilvermorny School was founded, many students came from the wizard tribe.

The wizard tribe believes in magic, likes divination, and advocates prophecy...and William's series of performances let Paul see the elegance of the Child of Destiny, which is a mystery that mortals cannot pry into.

"Perhaps, the God of Magic has given me a warning..."

"Don't pry into the mystery..."

Thinking of this, Paul's eyes flashed, and he seemed to feel suddenly clear.

"Even without the Sun Bracelet, as long as I kidnap Harry Potter back to the United States, and then defeat or even kill him in the presence of the wizarding world, I will definitely become the new generation of wizard king.

Dark wizards will cling to my wand.

Werewolves, trolls, aliens... will also obey my orders..."

Paul stood up suddenly and wrote a line of words on the paper: Dark Lord Voldemort!

"Restore Voldemort's glory."

"And I will be the new generation of Dark Lord!!!"

……

……

Just as Paul was indulging in his crazy fantasy, there was a knock on the office door.

Unfortunately, there was a magic barrier in the room and Paul couldn't hear it.

Harry stood at the door with a troubled expression.

He looked at the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" sign on the door and the words "Professor Quirrell" written below, and bit his lip.

Knocked again, this time a little harder.

Still no answer.

"It seems that Professor Quirrell is not here. He will only come back next time." He shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave.

Suddenly, there was a crunch behind him.

"Harry? Were you knocking on the door just now?"

Harry suddenly turned his head and saw Professor Quirrell looking at him with a smile on his face.

Do not know why.

Qi Luo's smile was obviously very gentle.

Harry felt suffocated for a moment.

"It's...it's me. Professor Quirrell, I thought you weren't here. You must be busy with something. I'll come to you for advice next time." Harry finished hurriedly, forced a smile and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment -" Quirrell waved: "I'm very free now, come over."

Enter the office with a cup of hot tea.

Harry calmed down a little and chuckled to himself: "What on earth am I thinking, why am I afraid of Professor Quirrell? It must be influenced by Snape."

Quirrell smiled and said, "What do you want to ask me about?"

Harry said: "I want to ask about Professor Snape..."

Paul was not surprised to hear him mention Snape, as Harry had approached him about it the day before.

"Professor Snape has been deliberately targeting me. I originally thought it was because of my grades, but later I discovered that there might be a deeper reason.

Professor Quirrell, do you know why? "

Paul thought to himself.

He really does know a little bit of information, which comes from Quirrell's memory. Although he doesn't know the specific reason, he knows a little bit...

For example: Snape and Harry's parents have a deep entanglement.

"Perhaps, I can borrow this point..."

Paul suddenly smiled and whispered: "This matter is very secret, involving Professor Snape's biggest secret, and it has something to do with your parents... so I can't tell you."

Although Paul said "I can't tell you", he deliberately mentioned Harry's parents.

It can be described as Sima Zhao’s heart.

Ok?

Is it also related to my parents?

Harry was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Why are you still related to my parents? Aren't they dead long ago?"

"Yes, the reason why Professor Snape targeted you is entirely because of your parents... Harry, I can't say any more."

"Professor Quirrell~!"

"I'm the only one in the whole school who knows about this, and if I tell you, Professor Snape will know it's me."

Harry's eyes lit up, "Don't worry, Professor, I won't tell anyone else."

"...But." Paul looked hesitant.

"Just tell me, I really want to know about my parents."

"Oh, in that case..."

Paul sighed heavily, pretended to look around, and then whispered: "This matter cannot be discussed in the castle. If you really want to know, come to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow night. I will only give you one chance."

After saying this, Paul sent the guests off directly.

"Wait a minute, Professor Quirrell..." Harry pressed the door and said anxiously: "The Forbidden Forest is so big, where should I find you?"

"That's right. You put this away."

Paul took out two round boxes and opened them. There was a red-spotted beetle inside.

"This is called a sensor bug. A male and a female can sense each other. I'll give you one. You can use it to find me when the time comes."

"Thank you, Professor, thank you, Professor!" Harry was so moved that he didn't know why.

Paul smiled slightly and said, "No need to thank me, I would like to thank you instead."

Um?What's the meaning?

Before Harry could think about it, Paul closed the door with a bang.

……

In the office, Paul looked at the sensor bug in his hand and smiled deeply.

"Since you brought it to my door, I won't be polite."

Open the drawer and take out two water plants, a small turtle and a withered flower.

The little turtle is obviously a living creature, its head stretches and shrinks.

The little turtle is only half the size of a banknote. It looks like a hatchling, but its shell looks very weathered and its four feet also have a thick layer of cocoons.

The most special thing is that the turtle's shell is bright red.

Looking at this little turtle, Paul had thousands of thoughts flashing through his mind, and finally they all merged into a long breath.

Separate the water plants and place them on the table. There are actually two names on the two water plants, namely William Sides and Harry Potter.

Paul carefully picked off a withered petal.

Use magical infiltration and keep emphasizing some thoughts. After three minutes, feed the petals to the little turtle.

After eating the petals, the little turtle seemed to be drunk, and his head bit by bit.

Paul was not in a hurry and just waited for it quietly.

After half an hour.

The turtle opened its mouth wide and ran to the water plants impatiently.

On the left was William Sides and on the right was Harry Potter. When they ran to the middle of two water plants, the little turtle suddenly stopped.

Paul let out a light sigh.

how so? This has never happened before!

This little red-shelled turtle was a magical creature he got by chance. He didn't know its name. Even after searching animal books and periodicals in the United States and the United Kingdom, he couldn't find any information about it.

But Paul knew that the turtle had a special ability.

That is predicting good or bad luck.

It was thanks to the little turtle that he was able to escape from the night of genocide of the tribe, and it was also because of it that Paul was able to develop his power amidst the layers of pursuit by the Wizards Congress.

The withered petals have no special function, they are just food that the little turtle likes.

One water plant represents good luck, and one water plant represents danger.

In the past, you only had to feed it a petal, and the little turtle would choose a waterweed to eat. If you eat it, it will be lucky, and if you don't eat it, it will be dangerous.

But not eating one?

What does it mean?

Both options are dangerous, and neither one is considered auspicious?

"Could it be that my plan is destined to fail?" In an instant, boundless consternation surged into my heart.

Just when Paul was doubting himself, the little turtle stretched out his head and looked at him little by little, and then turned his head towards the withered flower.

"..."