The man behind Hogwarts

"Principal, are you looking for me?"

Quirrell opened the door and came in, with a slightly tired look on his face.

He originally thought that he could rely on more rest to relieve the mental and soul injuries, but he still overestimated himself and underestimated the Cruciatus Curse.

Even if he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for less than a minute, his soul was left with scars that were difficult to expel.

Entering the office, Quirrell took a deep breath and forced himself to smile.

"Professor Quirrell, come and accompany me to the next round."

Dumbledore waved his hands familiarly, waved his sleeves to disrupt the chess game, and started again:

"Pumpkin sweet tea, the sugar can relieve anxiety."

"……thanks."

Quirrell held up the sweet tea and took a sip. The rich pumpkin aroma flowed down his throat and entered his body, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in winter. His pores opened and his whole body felt refreshed.

Did the principal see that I was anxious?

With this thought in mind, he simply drank the sweet tea in a few big gulps: "Principal, can you refill the cup?"

The chess set is spread out, each holding one side, and they are fighting on the chessboard.

Not long after, Dumbledore moved the knight and came to the front of the Black King, "It's dangerous."

Quirrell checked his own chess pieces. Among them, the black king was threatened by the opponent's knight. Either the black king escaped by himself or returned to rescue the king...

Sudden.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "If we can't save him, the Black King can only retreat."

I do not believe.

Not disturbed by his words, Quirrell thought over and over again about the solution and whether there were any chess pieces that could help him. After a moment, he bit his lip in despair and moved the black king's chess piece.

"now it's right."

"In fact, life is like this game of chess. We will always encounter situations where we have to retreat."

"If you don't retreat, you will be defeated. If you retreat, you may still have a chance to fight back. The important thing is not the immediate gain or loss, but the overall outcome."

A game of chess is played.

Quirrell still lost.

Looking at Dumbledore who was cleaning up the chessboard, Quirrell suddenly noticed that the principal had many wrinkles on his face.

In his memory, Dumbledore was an all-powerful white wizard who was all-powerful and heroic when he was young; he was in charge of Hogwarts in middle age, when he was still a student.

The memory flashed back, as if he had returned to the scene when Dumbledore welcomed him to school...

It was so long ago that my memory is blurred.

"Principal, I want to ask you something."

Dumbledore looked at him, and Quirrell smiled sincerely. Yes, this is how he looked at me when I first entered school:

"The last time I was kidnapped by Paul, he used the Cruciatus Curse on me."

"At that time, I thought it would gradually improve, but recently, not only has it not improved, but it has become increasingly severe."

"I request to resign as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and go to St. Mungo's to practice for a while."

After saying these words, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Ever since he helped Crohn teach, he had been nervous all day long and worried that he would not be able to teach well. This situation became more obvious until I officially became a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

The most favorable evidence is that in order to teach this course well, he did not hesitate to conduct research in Albania. In order to teach this course well, I fell into Paul's trap.

Even after being rescued, he still didn't relax because the pressure of the course always surrounded him...

Maybe it's time to step back.

Quirrell believed that this was what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about. However, in order to save his face, he persuaded him by playing chess.

The principal...is always the same principal.

as predicted.

Dumbledore was not surprised at all, obviously he had already known about Quirrell's dilemma:

"Okay, you go to St. Mungo's for training first. When you come back, you can teach any class you want. I'll keep it for you."

"Thank you."

……

With the burden off his mind, Quirrell returned to his talkative and cheerful personality.

Not only did he pester Dumbledore for three more cups of pumpkin sweet tea, but he also reset the chessboard and narrowly won another game before giving up.

"Haha, although you let me, I won't be polite. General!"

"You win." Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If he was not allowed to win a round, the whole afternoon might be wasted. Despite this, the smile on Dumbledore's face was extremely kind.

"By the way, who do you plan to hand over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to after I leave?"

Quirrell said curiously:

"It's not Crohn again. He probably doesn't want to take over. Professor Snape? He may be willing, but Potions class cannot do without him..."

"No, they are recruited from outside the school."

Quirrell looked at him with interest. Dumbledore shook his head and said:

"You also know that he is Moody, who is known as the strongest Auror. McGonagall persuaded him on my behalf that he is willing to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Moody? Mad-Eye Moody?

I never expected it to be this person.

Even Quirrell, who lives deep in Hogwarts, knows Moody's nickname. Moody's family can be said to be an Auror family, because many of his ancestors have served as Aurors.

Until Moody's generation, it was even more powerful.

From the moment he entered the Ministry of Magic, he has always been on the front line against dark wizards. No matter how cruel the enemy is, he never retreats.

It is precisely because he is strong, brave, and has withstood the test of death that he is praised by wizards as the strongest Auror. Together with Crohn, the most ferocious Auror, he represents the majesty of the Ministry of Magic.

If Crone is called the most vicious Auror, it is because he has killed the most dark wizards.

Then Moody is because he has captured the most Aurors alive.

He captured most of the prisoners in Azkaban. Perhaps it was because of this obsession with capturing them alive that he suffered many injuries, such as the loss of his left eye.

"It turns out it's him... I feel relieved now. He must be very suitable for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Nothing is easy.

Quirrell walked out of the principal's office with brisk steps and met Snape who was walking with wind.

Snape's face was very sullen, and he had his arms folded in front of him.

"Professor Snape, I plan to go to St. Mungo's to recuperate."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Regardless of Snape's gloomy temperament, Quirrell pulled him with a smile and explained the communication with Dumbledore. Finally, he said with emotion: "When I was studying in the past, you were the one I was most afraid of."

"Until I applied to become a teacher, you were still synonymous with fierceness in my heart."

"Now I have to say that I gained a lot from the potion knowledge you taught me."

After saying that, he left with a smile.

Looking at his leaving figure, Snape frowned slightly.

this kid...

……

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, William's second grade life is coming to an end.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he was only in the second grade. In his second year, he had already reached the point where Dumbledore asked him for help.

Moreover, Britain has itself, the United States has Malzahar, and there will soon be a second incarnation...

Before I knew it, I was already so strong!

In the Gem Club, just after helping Hermione answer a few questions, the club door was pushed open with a bang.

Several people in the room looked around and saw Evelin walking in with an anxious expression and hurried steps.

“William, if I have anything to do with you, please hurry.”

With that said, she took William's hand and ran outside. The tiger head pendant on her little leather boots shook violently, just like its owner's mood.

Hermione and the others didn't react until the two left.

"What's going on?" she asked to herself.

"Did something happen to Draco? I have never seen Evelin so anxious."

Cedric looked at Fran in confusion, and Fran spread his hands and shook his head:

"Draco has always bullied others, who would bully him?"

"Hermione, are you and Draco having a conflict again?"

"How, how is it possible!"

When the little girl heard this, her face suddenly turned red. But thinking back to Evelin's anxious expression just now, I felt a shiver in my heart. Could it be Harry and Ron? This was not good. If Evelin got angry, I'm afraid a storm would spread.

William trotted with Evelin all the way.

Left the central tower.

Stay away from the library.

Evelin finally stopped until she got into a hidden grove.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Patting her back to help calm her down, William comforted her gently: "What happened, tell me slowly, don't worry."

It was better not to say this, but when Evelin heard this, she jumped directly into his arms.

Listening to the weak sobs coming from his ears, William suddenly became furious: Who made her so sad that she didn’t want to live anymore!

Pat her gently and let her vent her feelings.

Ten minutes later, Evelin wiped her eyes and smiled.

"It's almost a little cat, and it's still smiling." William conjured up a bench with pity and sat down: "Now tell me, what happened?"

"It's my parents. They may be in danger."

Evelin said worriedly:

"Yesterday I received a letter from my house elf. He said that a mysterious person came to visit last week. Since then, my parents have been depressed and even talked about the uncertainty of life and death in private. If so..."

"The house elf is very worried. He doesn't know what happened. He can only send me a letter and let me think of a solution."

"I wrote to ask, but my parents were unwilling to say anything. They just told me to stay in school and not leave."

"William, do you think they will..."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Seeing her excitement, William hugged her tightly:

"Since they can still communicate with you, at least it means that personal freedom is not restricted. If you want to understand the situation, you can only start with that mysterious person..."

"Do you know the facial features of that mysterious man?"

"There is one," Evelin took out a piece of white paper with a sketched portrait on it, and the portrait was still looking around vividly: "The house elf drew it based on memory."

When he saw the sketched avatar, William seemed a little familiar.

I seem to have seen similar people somewhere.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

After comforting him, Jarvis woke up in his mind: "Jarvis, find this person's identity."

"Yes."

"Found it, her information appears on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list, called Alecto Carrow. The reason for being wanted is that she is a Death Eater."

Death Eaters?

William suddenly understood.

No wonder he looked familiar. It turned out that this person had appeared in a movie before, but unfortunately he only showed a side face, so William didn't match it.

If she was a Death Eater, the reason for finding Evelyn's parents would be simple.

Evelin's family is a pure-blood family, with the surname Rozier.

During Voldemort's rampage, some members of the Rozier family followed him and were given the status of Death Eaters. However, with the fall of Voldemort, the Rosier Death Eater was imprisoned in Azkaban and was said to have died after his soul was sucked by the dementors.

Alecat's visit must be because of Voldemort's order to recruit pure-blood families as vassals.

"You said your parents have been very scared recently?"

"Yes, I can feel their uneasiness even in the letters."

"I understand……"

William nodded slightly. Evelin's parents did not want to follow Voldemort, but because of Voldemort's power, they did not dare to refuse.

Fortunately, the house elf was loyal and knew how to ask Evelin for help in persuading him.

He gently rubbed her hair, and the warmth in his palms slowly calmed her down.

It is said that this is also the luck of Evelin's family. They have always been kind to house elves. Although they don't care too much, they have done the best they can. That's why house elves do this.

"Don't worry, I'll help you figure it out."

Asking Evelin to wait where she was, he left temporarily and returned after a while with three more gold trinkets in his hand.

Evelin took it.

It turned out to be three gold ornaments that looked like shields.

"This is?"

"It's called the Golden Shield. It's an alchemical item I made. It's similar to the Sun Bracelet."

He picked out a shield and made a random move with his right hand. A leaf fell into his hand and turned into a silver needle. "Be careful, it hurts a little." As he said that, the silver needle pricked Evelin's fingertips, and a drop of blood seeped out.

"The golden shield requires blood to identify its owner. It can help you withstand attacks."

In just a moment, the blood beads were absorbed by the shield.

At the same time, Evelin sensed something, and with a thought, the golden shield turned into a bracelet, then into a brooch, and finally into a ring.

"With it, even if you can't defeat the enemy, you can still buy time to escape."

"Give these two golden shields to your parents, and then tell them that if it's because of Voldemort, they don't have to worry. With the golden shields, you can go to the Full Moon Store in Knockturn Alley for help.

There, neither Voldemort nor the Death Eaters could cause trouble. "

"Voldemort?!"

Exclaiming in surprise, Evelin didn't hear the rest of the words at all, but was shocked by just the word Voldemort:

"The Voldemort who was defeated by Harry Potter? Isn't he dead?"

"Not only is he not dead, but he is preparing for a drama about the return of the devil."

William smiled slightly, there was no need to avoid Evelin on this matter:

"In short, Voldemort is not dead. The mysterious man who visited your house is his subordinate, named Alecto Carrow, and he is a Death Eater. So now you know why your parents are so panicked."

No wonder, no wonder...

She murmured a few words and figured everything out.

Previously, he asked William for help in a panic because he didn't understand Alecto's identity. Now that I understand, I immediately regain my composure and wisdom.

"If my parents take refuge in Yuanyue Store, will it cause trouble to you?"

"do not worry."

Looking leisurely at the horizon, William whispered with interest:

"I'd really like to see if he'll get his head smashed and bloody at Yuanyue Store."