Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

Defense Against the Dark Arts

After class, Professor Quirrell suddenly stopped Anakin.

"Mr. Anakin, please... please... please wait... for a moment. I... want to ask... something from you."

Haisa and the others were a little confused and asked Anakin with their eyes.

"You guys just wait for me outside, I'll be right away." Anakin said to Haisa.

As the last student left the classroom, Anakin asked: "Okay, Professor Quirrell, what do you want from me?"

"I, I see that you seem to be... interested in... the dark arts. As... your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... I want to remind you... you... don't... Abuse of black... black magic, but normal cognition is acceptable." He took a breath and continued: "So, I... I hope you can stay in my custody... Under supervision, systematically... Understand the black arts. How?"

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What should I do? I was targeted by Voldemort just a few months after school started. I was waiting online. It was quite urgent.

He stood straight and upright, like an obedient child in kindergarten. He looked particularly well-behaved, but his eyes always avoided Quirrell's gaze.

Anakin thought carefully for a moment, then nodded. After all, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was a junior professor. Even if Principal Dumbledore asked about it later, Anakin could say that he didn't know and it had nothing to do with him.

"Professor Quirrell, I understand your concerns, and I am very grateful for your concern. I do have a strong interest in dark magic, but I also understand its dangers. If you are willing to monitor and control me while I learn dark magic, I will be very happy to accept guidance. I promise that I will learn and use this knowledge carefully and will never mess up." Anakin solemnly promised.

Professor Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and his expression became more relaxed.

"Thank you... thank you for your understanding, Anakin. I trust you... you will make wise choices. Now, we can... start to develop a detailed... detailed study plan ." Professor Quirrell readily agreed, and they sat down together and began to discuss plans to learn dark magic.

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After summarizing the study plan, Professor Quirrell said: "Okay, today... today we will stop here... here, come to me every Saturday... from 8:30 to 10 pm... Make up classes in the office.”

Anakin walked out of the classroom, and Haisa and others couldn't wait to gather around him: "Anakin, what did Professor Quirrell tell you? Why did it take so long?"

"He wants to give me special tutoring." Anakin shrugged and replied.

"Well, our glorious Knight Merlin, it seems that he has become interested in you after reading the newspaper." Heisha joked.

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Saturday, 7:30 p.m.

Anakin stood at the door of Professor Quirrell's office, wondering whether he should find an excuse for his absence. Although he had told Harry and the others before coming, it was not worth it to exchange his own life for driving Voldemort out of Hogwarts early.

After all, first-year Voldemort almost became Harry's newbie gift bag. Anakin mused in the doorway.

"Cio! Take care of yourself now that you've come. I don't believe Quirrell really wants to kill me today. After all, I have reached the fourth level of Occlumency. A half-dead Voldemort shouldn't be able to break through my defense." Anakin After calming down, he turned around and knocked on the door of Quirrell's office.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in." Quirrell's voice came from inside the room. Anakin opened the door and immediately activated his Occlumency. As soon as he entered the room, he politely closed the door gently.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell. What will we learn today?"

Anakin greeted politely, and then Anakin seemed to find that Quirrell seemed a little strange today; he changed his timid expression before and sat elegantly on the office chair.

"Anakin Wilson, I remember we agreed on eight o'clock, why are you here early?" His voice no longer stuttered, and he looked at Anakin with a playful expression.

Dry! Quirrell is on the tuba scale! Voldemort himself is teaching me!

Anakin swallowed in fear. He replied: "I'm just interested in black magic, so I want to start early. I know this is a dangerous field, but I also deeply understand that only by understanding black magic can we better fight against it. After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be in danger. "

"Oh~ Is this really true? I remember you used black magic when you killed the troll. But why did a first-year student come into contact with black magic when he first entered school? And You can still perform it perfectly. I guess you must have practiced a lot, right?”

All the hairs on Anakin's body stood up. Anakin did not dare to look directly into Quirrell's eyes and replied softly: "Okay, okay, I just think that black magic also has merits. After all, black magic is very powerful. I also want to be able to protect myself in the future, after all, the mysterious man is about to come back."

Voldemort was very superstitious. For a small prophecy, this ruthless man spent a lot of time looking for another child of the prophecy. Now that he has revealed his gift of prophecy, I am sure he will attract attention and perhaps be tempted to take the bait.

"What! How do you know! You are! You!" Sure enough, a certain Voldemort couldn't sit still immediately, and Quirrell stood up from his seat. "Who told you! When will Voldemort really return!"

Anakin was so excited that he almost cried, Voldemort took the bait! He knew that this was a crucial step for him to break into the Death Eater camp, and then he could follow Professor Snape and stage a wave of Infernal Affairs in the wizarding world.

However, Anakin closed his eyes, with a fearful expression on his face: "I just, I can see the future, as if it was a prophecy. Before I came to school, I dreamed of the sorting ceremony. , I also saw what seemed like a mysterious man crawling out of a huge crucible. There was a man whispering something on the side, which seemed to be about the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and his enemies..." His voice became trembling.

"The blood of the enemy?" Quirrell asked excitedly. If before Voldemort had tried to imitate Quirrell's conversation, now it seemed he was no longer even willing to pretend. In Voldemort's eyes, Anakin can really predict things. After all, even most wizards in the Order of the Phoenix probably don't know this kind of knowledge. This further strengthened Voldemort's desire to recruit Anakin into the Death Eaters.

"Excellent students must be treated differently, otherwise they will only waste their precious time and talent. In this class, I plan to teach you how to be fierce!"