Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

"Professor Quirrell, where are you going? Would you like to play with the students, after all, relax during the rare Christmas holiday."

While talking, Augustus blocked the way of Professor Quirrell,

"Oh, no... no, I... I'm going back to my office, Dumbledore... sir."

Seeing Augustus standing in front of him with malicious intentions, Professor Quirrell forced a smile. This little bastard is the biggest stain in his life. Thinking about his miserable experience in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell The professor couldn't help feeling sad.

Still playing, now I can't wait to take out my wand and cast a death curse on the little bastard in front of me.

"Put away your boring thoughts, it's impossible to beat him with you as a piece of trash, hurry up, he must be planning to make you look ugly."

Voldemort's voice rang in Professor Quirrell's mind.

"I'm sorry...I...I should be going...Mr. Dumbledore...have a good time."

Professor Quirrell said with difficulty that he didn't want to stay here for a moment at this moment, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.

Maybe he hadn't gone a few steps, but Augustus stood in front of him again, and said regretfully.

"Professor Quirrell, it's really a pity that you didn't come to participate in the game, but professor, why didn't you wear the Christmas gift I gave you? Don't you like it?"

Hearing that, Professor Quirrell's face couldn't help twitching. Thinking of waking up this morning, he found a gift package next to the bed. Professor Quirrell was also very surprised at that time. After all, how popular he is at Hogwarts Professor Luo is still self-aware.

However, when he saw the consignor's name on the package, Professor Quirrell subconsciously wanted to throw the package from the roof, but his strong curiosity drove him to open the package.

Professor Quirrell felt very regretful when he opened it. Inside was a set of clothes and a headscarf, but the fabrics used for the clothes and headscarves were really unacceptable. All kinds of huge flowers.

"Isn't it beautiful? People in the far east like to use this kind of fabric to make padded jackets very much. What a festive color."

Looking at Professor Quirrell's twitching face, Augustus pretended to be very regretful and said.

"Okay Mr. Dumbledore, I'll put it on as soon as I get back. Thank you very much for the Christmas present."

Professor Quirrell gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"No need, professor, I have ready-made ones here. It's not easy to change the clothes on the spot. Why don't you change the headscarf first?"

After speaking, Augustus took out a large colorful turban from the system space, and stretched his sinful hand towards the turban on Professor Quirrell's head.

When Augustus's hand just touched the turban, at this moment, Professor Quirrell became very agile, dodged to avoid Augustus' attack, and took out his wand.

"Oh!"

Professor Quirrell's wand emitted a red light.

Augustus was slammed into the air by the red light, and fell hard on the snow in the square. Fortunately, the snow was very thick, and Augustus didn't seem to be injured.

"What are you doing, as a professor, you attack a student!"

Seeing the figure flying out, Professor McGonagall looked very angry, and shouted at Professor Quirrell loudly.

Many students who had just failed the game and exited the game also surrounded Augustus, looking at Professor Quirrell in surprise.

"Bastard, is your brain full of troll snot, and you openly attacked a student in front of everyone."

In Professor Quirrell's mind, Voldemort roared loudly.

He never imagined that a student who graduated from Ravenclaw could be so stupid.

"I just wanted Professor Quirrell to like my Christmas present, but I never thought that the professor would attack me."

Augustus, who fell in the snow, sat up slowly, looked at the classmates and professors around him, pretended to be pitiful and said slowly.

Hearing Augustus' answer, everyone present glared at Professor Quirrell. They never expected such a well-intentioned act to be attacked so shamelessly.

Seeing that the surrounding emotions have been mobilized almost, Augustus said loudly.

"Professor McGonagall has just agreed. Today is a day of freedom. All deductions will no longer exist. Now I am offering a reward. Whoever can take off Professor Quirrell's turban for me will reward him with 100 gold coins." Garen until he puts on the new clothes and headscarf I sent you."

The words of Augustus instantly ignited the emotions of everyone present, and the young wizards began to discuss. After all, although there was an exchange event last time, most of them only exchanged for less than 10 Galleons.

Now as long as you take off Professor Quirrell's ridiculous turban, you can get a huge sum of 100 Galleons, and today Professor McGonagall has agreed that there will be no deduction of points.

Professor McGonagall looked at Augustus with a displeased face. It seemed that he was being used by this little bastard again, but thinking about what happened to him today, and his dislike of Professor Quirrell in his heart, Professor McGonagall still acquiesced behavior of the students.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's silence and the high spirits of the students, Augustus knew that the time had come. He got up from the snow, took out his elder wand, and cast magic on the magic guns in everyone's hands. Made some small changes.

Then shouted loudly.

"Now the guns in your hands and the snowballs you fire have the effect of the stun spell. Go and take off Professor Chino's turban, and I will pay him 100 Galleons on the spot."

Looking at the magic gun in his hand, and then at Professor Quirrell who was still standing still, the students cheered loudly, and the Weasley twins even shouted.

"Gun in hand, come with me, take off the turban, and get Galleon."

"Idiot, look at what you've done, why don't you run to the office and put the damn clothes and headscarves on me."

Looking at Professor Quirrell who was still in a daze, Voldemort couldn't help but roared loudly in his mind.

Of course, the students would not let go of this golden opportunity. Assault rifles and sniper rifles, those that fired continuously and those that could not, all fired snowballs at Professor Quirrell like raindrops.

"Armor protection!"

Professor Quirrell, who finally regained his composure, cast the Iron Armor Curse on his whole body to block the flying magic snowball, and then ran to his office desperately.

In his heart, he has never been so eager to wear that filthy clothes as he is at this moment. Of course, the students will not let Professor Quirrell go, not to mention that he is not worthy of the professor in the hearts of the students. position, and today there is Professor McGonagall's promise not to deduct points.

So no one will be able to help today. Today, Professor Quirrell's ridiculous hood must be taken off. So a group of students took all kinds of guns and shot madly at the escaped Professor Quirrell.

Even some little badgers who had just retreated from the game scene were chasing Professor Quirrell frantically with their only remaining pistols.

Looking at Professor Quirrell who was being chased by the students, Augustus felt very satisfied. He dared to make small moves under his nose. Today, he did nothing else but disgust Voldemort.

Let him know who the real boss is at Hogwarts.