Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"Andy, why didn't you tell me that your teacher would come to visit your home?" Mrs. Lawrence opened the door for him, and Quirrell waved to him.

Andy:? ? ?

Are you all following your family? !Do you have a health code? Why don't you come to my house? !

"It's okay, Mrs. Lawrence, I'm just dropping by. Mr. Lawrence is my favorite pupil at school. He is very outstanding." Andy was surprised to find that damn Quirrell didn't even need to stutter to cover up: "There are very few Muggle families who can He raised such a talented wizard, so I always wanted to visit his family.”

Andy silently watched him talking nonsense. Not to mention that Andy's Defense Against the Dark Arts score was a mess. As his protégé, Andy couldn't afford to disgrace this person.But Andy didn't dare to act rashly. The guy on the back of his head was not someone to be trifled with.

"You praise Professor Quirrell." Mrs. Laurence was very happy that her son's teacher praised her, but Mr. Laurent only said a few polite words. He felt that it would be best for his son to return to the Muggle world to continue studying after graduation.

Andy came under the Christmas tree and decorated it with Wendy and Philips. He tried not to notice Quirrell's turban, and then he suddenly found that the garlic smell on Quirrell's body disappeared.

No, the fake Snape who attacked him that day also smelled like garlic.Thinking of this, Andy's hand hanging up the ribbon became stiff.

"Look! Andy, your professor is really amazing." Wendy came over with a crystal ball pendant and held one in her hand.

The little ornaments in the crystal ball seemed to come alive.Andy saw mini snowflakes flying in the pendant in his hand, smoke rising from the snow-covered small house, and a little man at the door chopping firewood. Next to him, there was a little hen with chickens as big as ants.In another crystal ball, there are Christmas elves flying, and there is a big one hanging on the tree, with a lively small town inside.

"It's really amazing!" Wendy's eyes narrowed with laughter, but Andy just wanted to throw these things out.

Andy complimented his suspicious teacher while looking for clues.He found that Quirrell's conversation and behavior were not at all like his usual vulgar appearance, but rather very contagious. His mother was so excited that he coaxed him to do so, and gradually even his father seemed to be very interested in the conversation.

Andy slowly found something unusual about Professor Quirrell with his peripheral vision. It was still the same black robe, the same face, and even the big scarf wrapped around his head had not changed much.

Wait, his eyes are wrong!A person can hide anything, except his eyes.

Andy felt uncertain. Was it possible that the person on the back of his head had controlled Quirrell and possessed him?The Imperius Curse?Or something else?This is a mess, we have to send him away!

"Professor Quirrell, please be sure to stay for dinner." Mrs. Lawrence warmly invited, and Mr. Lawrence also tried to persuade her to stay.

I really thank you, mom.

Mrs. Laurence's enthusiasm was really unhelpful.

"Mom! You can't delay Professor Quirrell's business!" Andy quickly stopped him: "Isn't he going home for Christmas?"

"That's so rude Andy!" Mrs. Lawrence was a little angry. He had just been touched by Quirrell's experience as a child. How could he let such a good person spend Christmas Eve alone?

And Andy, who was decorating the Christmas tree just now, heard that he was making it up. It was an orphanage in London or a welfare home in Xijing.Wait, Wool's Orphanage in London?It doesn’t have to be all made up!

Then at the dinner table, Andy quietly watched his parents chatting and laughing with the evil boss, and even his brother and sister actively participated.Quirrell was not bored during the conversation, but humorously told interesting things about the magical world, which made the whole family very excited.

Andy found the plot more and more unbelievable. Am I having dinner with Voldemort, or am I having a mortal hatred for killing my father?It's outrageous that Dumbledore didn't even receive this treatment!

After finishing the meal, Quirrell praised Mrs. Lawrence's craftsmanship, and then said goodbye: "Madam, it's time for me to leave. Can you allow Andy to accompany me for a while? I have some private things to tell him, please. Forgiveness is something only wizards can understand."

"No problem, Andy! Go and see your professor off!" Andy wanted to refuse, but thinking about Voldemort, a lunatic, he had to agree.

After the two of them walked for a while, Quirrell spoke: "Mr. Andy Potter, you don't have to be afraid. You must be a smart wizard and have already guessed it."

"Uh……"

"Unlike your unlucky brother, it seems you have a happy family."

"Uh...yes." Andy was a little panicked. There was no foreign aid and he was defenseless. He had never hoped that his spell would be so powerful, even if Dumbledore was around.

"So, I believe you won't tell anyone about our conversation and my visit today, right?" Quirrell's eyes were dull, and he was so frightened that he nodded quickly.

Quirrell reached out and patted Andy on the shoulder: "If you want to know that prophecy, it's not just your brother..."

Andy was stunned for a moment. Could it be because his prophecy had changed?

"In our next meeting, I will tell you...stay away from your savior brother..." He laughed horribly: "Maybe...hehehehe... .He will become your enemy." Then Quirrell disapparated away.

Andy returned home in a daze. He didn't expect to involve his family. Mrs. Lawrence asked him why he was so upset, and he just replied that he was scolded by the teacher.

His mind was in a mess, thinking about how to persuade his parents to move quickly, and thinking about the prophecy about himself, and he slowly fell asleep until late at night.