Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

Anakin's expression was startled, and he cleverly pretended to be surprised. Although he had already known the connection between Quirrell and Voldemort, he still pretended to be shocked in order not to arouse suspicion. There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and he lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about the shocking news.

"Quirrell...is related to Voldemort?" Anakin pretended to be incredulous, his voice trembling slightly.

Professor Dumbledore smiled slightly and saw through Anakin's disguise, but he did not reveal it, but continued: "Quirrell was once a young wizard with outstanding magical talent. However, last year, for some reason, he was allowed to leave. On a dangerous road.”

Anakin slowly raised his head, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in his sea-green eyes. "Dangerous roads? You mean dark magic?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Anakin. Quirrell was deeply immersed in the temptation of black magic. He pursued more powerful power, but could not escape the shadow caused by black magic. He was once a An excellent student, in fact, he can be called one of the top geniuses of their age. Before he met Voldemort, he used to be the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. Last year, in order to better teach the dark arts Defense, he went to Albania alone to accumulate practical experience in defense against the dark arts. However, he met Voldemort in the forest. At first, Quirrell did not trust Voldemort, but because he came into contact with more powerful black magic... ..." Professor Dumbledore sighed.

"He gradually became addicted to it and became a prisoner of black magic and a slave of Voldemort." Professor Dumbledore's tone was full of helplessness and sorrow. His eyes reflected the past, as if he could see Quirrell's gradual decline, and his eyes were fixed on Anakin's face.

"Professor Dumbledore, I understand your worries," Anakin said after thinking for a moment, with a hint of firmness in his tone, "but I also believe in my own choices. I need stronger power to protect myself and Someone I cherish. Dark magic may be a double-edged sword, but as long as I stay alert, I believe I can harness it rather than be harnessed by it."

Professor Dumbledore stared at Anakin quietly, his eyes full of deep thoughts. After a period of silence, he sighed softly, as if to release the worries in his heart.

"Anakin, I understand the desire of an excellent wizard like you for forbidden power, but the dangers contained in black magic cannot be underestimated. You have shown extraordinary magical talent, and this talent may allow you to bear more responsibilities. The reason. I don’t want to limit your development, but I am worried that you may get lost in black magic and eventually harm yourself and those around you.”

Anakin was silent, knowing that what Dumbledore said was not groundless. The temptation of black magic is like a fog, swallowing up countless outstanding wizards. However, the desire in his heart made him have a strong interest in this power.

"Professor Dumbledore, I understand your concerns, but I believe that I have enough determination and wisdom to master the power of dark magic. I am not Quirrell. I have my own beliefs and bottom lines." Anakin said firmly . Anakin's face seemed to overlap with a figure in Professor Dumbledore's memory...

After a long time, Professor Dumbledore finally came to his senses. He sighed deeply, his heart full of contradictions. "Anakin, I hope you can remember your original intention and not be blinded by power. Dark magic is a dangerous fog, and it is easy to lose your way. But if you firmly believe in your choice, I will fully support you. I hope You can keep a clear mind and a pure heart on the way forward." Dumbledore said with sincerity at the end.

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The next morning, the auditorium

Anakin finished his breakfast and was about to get up to go to Transfiguration class when a purple mess broke into Anakin's field of vision.

"Mr. Wilson, do you have time now?" Anakin took a closer look and found that the purple lump was Quirrell. He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at Quirrell curiously.

"Professor Quirrell, what can I do for you?" Anakin asked, letting his confusion show on his expression. "Oh, is it because our tutoring time was taken up?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wilson. When...are you free?" Quirrell acted particularly nervously. "So what about after 10pm on Saturday?"

Anakin thought for a while, but decided to confirm first: "Professor Quirrell, where will we have classes? I may not be able to make it back, after all, Hogwarts..."

"I...I think you have...the ability to start taking practical classes. We are going to practice in the Forbidden Forest." Quirrell said quickly.

Practice in the Forbidden Forest? Is Quirrell going to start hunting unicorns? Anakin raised his head, operating Occlumency at full capacity, and carefully observed Quirrell's face.

Sure enough, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his cheeks were thin, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.

Anakin nodded: "But Professor, curfew..."

Give me some benefits quickly! Anything is fine! Anakin roared in his mind.

Quirrell smiled strangely, with a hint of cunning in his eyes: "The curfew is not a problem, because of our tutoring, theoretically you can go back to the dormitory at any time without any problem." Quirrell winked at Anakin. Anakin noticed that she miraculously stopped stuttering, probably because Voldemort was beginning to take control. "What's more, this practice is crucial to your growth. I will also teach you a special spell. I don't think you want to lose this opportunity, right?"

Anakin frowned slightly, he could feel some unusual expectation in Quirrell's tone, and a chilling feeling came to his heart. "Okay, Professor Quirrell, I will try to solve the curfew problem." Anakin gritted his teeth and finally agreed.

Quirrell showed a satisfied smile, but there seemed to be something unfathomable hidden in that smile. "Excellent, Mr. Wilson, you won't be disappointed." Quirrell said, turning and leaving the great hall.

"Anakin..." Harry stood at the edge uneasily, "Quillo...what's wrong with him? Why does he suddenly seem to be a different person? He makes me feel...weird and strange, I really want to..."

"It's okay, you saw it wrong. I think it's almost time for class. Let's go quickly, don't be late." Anakin waved his hand, interrupted Harry's words, and replied perfunctorily.