The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(A long story is coming~~~)

After 11 o'clock in the evening, a little wizard without an astronomy class would be considered a nocturnal walk in Hogwarts, so Cyrus was a little worried that he hadn't learned the Disillusionment Charm yet, so he didn't dare to wander around blatantly.

In the middle of the night, Hogwarts no longer had the hustle and bustle of the day, the corridors were completely silent, and the worst thing was the spiral staircase. He had to find a way to the eighth floor in the dimly lit tower with only an oil lamp and candles.

The eighth floor is quite dangerous for students, because the headmaster's office and the head of Ravenclaw's office are located here, and because of the Gryffindor lounge, Peeves often frightens the students who go out at night here. Substantial increase in the coefficient;

Being caught by the professor or Filch who was attracted by Peeves and deducting points is a trivial matter, but if Hermione finds out that she is going out at night and violates the school rules, it will be a big matter!

He touched the wall, lowered his footsteps, and looked at every corner first, and finally found the tapestry on one of the walls—the troll club hit silly Barnabas, walked to the wall directly opposite it, and followed the Guidance from Professor Quirrell: Concentrate and think "Looking for Quirinus Quirrell". After walking through the wall three times, there is a door with some simple patterns on it. I don't know it is a bell. Orchids or tulips.

As soon as the door is pushed in, there is a huge study room inside. There are decorative Roman pillars in the four corners of the space. Bookshelves occupying almost the entire wall are placed on the left and right sides. The innermost part of the wooden ladder is covered with various papers for notes.

Cyrus was stunned. He didn't expect such a good place to exist on the eighth floor of the castle.

"You came?"

"Professor, there is such a good place on the eighth floor?!" The boy looked surprised, looking around every corner,

"Actually, I don't know this place either, but someone knew my needs and told me"

Quirrell is sitting on the sofa in the middle of the study room. There is a very bright kerosene lamp on the table, and it is full of books, most of which are about black magic records. Mark, reclining on the armchair, "This place is the Room of Requirement, and when it's there, it's always furnished exactly to the needs of the caller."

"professor!"

"Sit down," he whispered, and with a wave of his hand, he used a silent spell to bring Cyrus to the opposite sofa, probably a levitating spell or a flying spell.

"No... don't be nervous, let's have a cup of tea first." I saw Chilo resting his chin, his eyes were less timid than before, the teacup automatically flew to Cyrus, filled with the traditional British Earl Gray tea,

"Tell me about these days... We need to summarize the research on soul magic"

Cyrus took a sip of the steaming black tea, he felt that something was wrong with the professor, and the feedback from the Force told him: the darkness on the professor's body had aggravated, almost covering him.

"Professor, with all due respect, these magic..." He frowned and pursed his lips, "The direction is too far away"

"Deviation?"

"To be precise, it should be monotonous. Soul magic is too focused on harming the soul of the human body."

Maybe others are a little puzzled, but Quirrell has seen Cyrus's research on the soul, and knows what he wants to express next.

"You mean, the relationship between the soul, the human body, and magic power?"

"That's right!" Yes, Cyrus compared the book on soul magic research in the forbidden books of Hogwarts with the knowledge in the dream fragment, "Too much emphasis on darkness and harmful magic will intensify the damage to oneself." The degree of contamination of the soul, which is why most black magic is soul magic"

"Dark soul magic does great harm to people and individuals, and there is no balance point for these magics." Cyrus believes that magic power is somewhat similar to the original force, and has its own dark side, so he also reminded him from the side the professor,

Quirrell is very satisfied with the little wizard in front of him, whether it is strength or theory, if he is better in some aspects, it will be more perfect.

"Then according to your inference, let the magic power find a natural and balanced point in the soul magic, so that the negative emotions it brings can be eliminated?" The professor leaned his whole body on the soft back of the chair, "But how can the magic power be guaranteed? return to balance"

"Thought!" He said immediately, "In addition to the pronunciation and the construction of its own magic power, all kinds of spells are important thoughts! Just like transfiguration."

Quirrell felt that the example he gave had some ideas, "The Killing Curse in the Unforgivable Curse must have a strong idea of ​​killing the other party, so the magic power will be biased towards black magic, which will affect your own soul?"

This reminded him of a rumor: It is said that the Death Curse was originally used to eliminate viruses, such as the Black Death.

"Reversible curse..."

"The reason why there is no counter-curse, is it possible that it is because of the damage to the soul, no magic can heal the damage on the soul, so it is called no counter-curse, such as the Three Unforgivable Curses and Fiercefire Curse?"

Quirrell fell into deep thought, and the two sat on the sofa drinking black tea and thinking silently one after another. Cyrus couldn't hold back, and finally said, "Professor...that friend you mentioned before...is you Bar?"

The boy looked complicatedly at the people who had helped them a lot...

Quirrell slowly raised his head and looked at Cyrus with firm eyes. In the end, he didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either.

He knew that he had changed too much, that he looked a little... Muggle, how would you describe it? ...right!Schizophrenia!

Cyrus didn't want to see the people who helped him fall into darkness again, so he said to Professor Quirrell: "Actually, it's not 'inference'"

Quirrell didn't speak, just poured tea into his cup, he didn't really want to hit this little wizard, what kind of magic can an 11-year-old little wizard create?It is already very good to have these perfect text theories.

This is what he thought, but when he saw Cyrus on the opposite side suddenly collapsed on the sofa, a pure white and transparent soul with a little yellowish light floated out of the boy's body, Quirrell stared blankly, Even the overflowing tea dripped onto the clothes along the table before slowly regaining consciousness.

"scourgify"

Ethereal voices from the soul's mouth,

"Professor? Trust me"

Quirrell clutched his robe nervously, staring at the scene in front of him, "There is... hope? No... no, why didn't you let me meet you sooner!"

laugh?cry?envy?anger?Cyrus couldn't see the emotion he wanted to express.

"Professor Quirrell...?" He couldn't hear what the other side was saying

The professor's face collapsed, half laughing and half crying, he buried his head between his hands, and Cyrus allowed his soul to return to his body.

The professor didn't reveal his buried face until the hot tea he had just poured had cooled down.

"Cy... Cyrus...."

Cyrus blamed himself for scaring the other party, "Professor, I can help you, as long as you endure it for a while..."

"No..." Quirrell shook his head in pain, "I don't have enough time, I know where I am."

The extreme pain and sorrow made him forget his stuttering.

"I can..." But Cyrus didn't want to give up on him, the boy had failed once and didn't want to fail a second time,

"You! You don't know at all! You! Want to! What are you facing!" The professor was a little annoyed and growled nervously.

Looks terrified.

"If you don't try it, how will you know!"

He just shook his head, the professor just looked at Cyrus, just looked at..."Young...smart...talented...hehehe, unfortunately not Ravenclaw" mouth In a voice that only you can hear,

With the lights still on, Cyrus helped the professor change cup after cup of tea, keeping the liquid in the cup warm.

"I heard that Professor Binns also... also praised you... and that little witch from Ravenclaw?" He changed the topic, his tone returned to normal, and the two started chatting a lot.

From black magic to the application of Transfiguration, to celebrities in the history of magic, to the places the professor traveled to, to his favorite plants, we talked a lot,

But Cyrus was very uncomfortable. This discomfort was no longer the feeling fed back to him by the Force, but the look in the eyes of the other party.

Quirinus Quirrell's eyes seem to have passed through the boundary of time, and he saw himself who was equally smart and hardworking...from full of jealousy, anger, helplessness to despair, and the relief and joy in the last chat kind,

This chat made him feel the joy he hadn't seen for a long time. The last time he saw the tulip fields in Lisse in the Netherlands.

"Professor...give yourself a chance to try, trust me..." The boy looked at him expectantly,

However, Quirrell didn't give this face, "Have you heard of the Philosopher's Stone?"

"The Sorcerer's Stone? Is it the Philosopher's Stone?" Cyrus thought of the legend that Mr. Granger had told him before.

However, Quirrell was not satisfied with this answer, "The Sorcerer's Stone, it is rumored that it has the ability to turn stones into gold and immortality. Its creator is Nicolas..." He paused, and said to Cyrus: "In the future, if Any accident happened to me, anything, don't worry, don't do stupid things"

"What accident?" Cyrus put down his teacup,

Quirrell just sorted out the notes on the table, "This is my task... the task of a living person" The boy will think that his smile is not so ugly and awkward.

The clock pointed to two o'clock in the morning, and Quirrell signaled Cyrus, who had class tomorrow morning, to go back and rest first.

Quirrell produced his wand, "Alder, unicorn hair"

"Good at silent spells..." the boy added deftly, "not good at using black magic," yes, a wand that studies black magic and takes defense against the dark arts class has a unicorn hair core, and the professor does, They had never seen him use any dark magic.

"Can you obliviate (forget everything) or... memorycharm (memory charm)?" Quirrell, who sent him to the door, suddenly said,

Cyrus shook his head in bewilderment, so Professor Quirrell pulled out a copy of "Notebooks on the Cutting-edge Research of Black Magic" from his arms, "It's all right, let's go."

Quirrell half-lyed on the soft and comfortable sofa, spread out Cyrus' notes in front of him, felt the fluctuations in his heart for a while, pointed his wand at himself,

"I never run away and no one can save me".. "Just like before.. no one can save me.. now.. I don't need to be saved"

"Mom...Mom...Sister...Sister, I will not let anyone who thinks highly of me down..."

"obliviate"

.........

"Quirrell...you last night...and that...did the wizard say black magic..." A hoarse voice came from the hood,

Professor Quirinus Quirrell is still sitting in his office,

"Say it...Master...he seems...have no resistance to...black magic..." He still spoke nervously, but the voice didn't seem to let him go,

"Your... memory...is missing a piece! Idiot! Say...you..are...exposed" followed by ": imperio (out of body)"

"I don't know... Lord... man... I don't know... Is it exposed...Deng...Dumbledore...but staring at me..." Quirrell was in pain And said timidly,

"Idiot...crap!...my...plan is...on...schedule..."

Quirrell wiped the sweat from his brow, "Snape...has been paying attention to me recently...do I...want to..."

A little black air emerged from Quirrell's body, "No need...he dare not...and will not betray me...your first task is to steal the Philosopher's Stone...it's on the fourth floor"

"Yes...I will definitely...can...complete...Master...I will offer my loyalty...and my life..."

..........

Inside the headmaster's office, Snape stared into his lifeless fish eyes,

"I don't think that's going to stop him"

"You should trust Lu Wei." Dumbledore threw a honey candy unhurriedly, "Even you can't defeat Lu Wei without preparation, can you?"

He said and smiled,

Snape snorted coldly,

"Is the unprepared you mean a stupid dog who will fall asleep after listening to a piece of music?"

"Let's do this first...Snape..." The old man looked a little tired, and pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I don't know what happened to Quirrell, the breath of black magic is too strong "

"What~" Snape didn't understand his brain circuit, "he has a strong aura of black magic? Heh~ I don't think a person who gets together every day in the knowledge of black magic can't be strong."

"Actually, if you just know the knowledge, you can't do this kind of situation"

"The core of Quirrell's wand is unicorn hair." He took a sip of the iced lemon juice in front of him to relieve his stress. "He is a former professor of Muggle studies." people like ice cubes

Snape frowned, and after a while he said slowly:

"A magic wand with a core of unicorn hair will greatly reduce the power of using black magic, and there are many black magic that cannot be used...so you doubt...?"

"He is carrying a black magic item or a curse." Dumbledore nodded, yes, the situation on Quirrell is too contradictory, "You don't really think that a wizard who can get OWL12 certificates will be afraid of a vampire, right? ?”

Snape didn't deny that, in fact it was true, what harm could a creature that Muggles could banish or even destroy with garlic and silverware do to wizards?

"The important thing is that I can feel the fear and fear in him... The Sorcerer's Stone is a test, Snape, I'm testing the purpose of Kiro's Sorcerer's Stone"

"I'll be on guard by the corridor on the fourth floor, and that Pot is as arrogant as his father!" Snape walked out of the office with a bad face.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood by the windowsill, watching the students coming and going from the eighth floor.

"I hope you don't let me down... Quirrell... what is it that scares you...."

.........

"Master... I have already searched... and found a place to store the Philosopher's Stone"

"Very good...you did...very good Kylo..."

"But there...something seems to be guarding...and there are people around the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle all the time..."

"Think of a way... can't lure them away... Quirrell~"

"Yes...Master"

The hoarse snake-like voice gradually lowered until it disappeared. Quirrell felt some vitality lost in his body, while thinking about how to lure most of the people away.

The point is: how to make a big noise without hurting the students

The only conscience left in his mind was still reminding him.

Hogwarts looked the same as usual, but now the castle was like the surface of the Black Lake, the calm on the surface covered the darkness and danger below.