Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

After struggling with his complicated emotions, Quirrell hesitated whether to go to Privet Drive to pick up the Savior immediately-the only benefit of Lucius' doing so was to let Quirrell know Harry's address.But what is certain is that someone from Dumbledore's side has already rushed over, either Hagrid or Dumbledore himself.

If it was Hagrid, then there was still room for change. If it was Dumbledore, then Harry's little silly cat would probably be abducted back soon.So, should he go there in person to redeem the disadvantage?

Quirrell took the newspaper and paced back and forth twice. Nagini looked amused and crawled over crookedly. Quirrell didn't pay attention to his feet and stepped on the little girl's head, tripping himself. on the ground.

"Nana!"

"Tom, you don't love me anymore!"

"How could I not love you?"

"You didn't even see me coming!"

"It's my fault, I lost my mind, you can punish me any way you want." "I want to play, I want to play with Eisen! You can't lock me up like a snake in the house anymore!" "Okay, Well, I promise you. You can go out to play, as long as you don't bite anyone." "Oh... that's great!" Nagini flicked his tail, followed a footprint, and ran out happily.With a depressed sigh, Quirrell patted the dust on his robe and sat up.

Where did I just think?By the way, do you want to go there too, to save the disadvantage... huh?Wait, as a teacher, the more important thing for me now is to prepare lessons, right?Why bother with how to seduce a student?Wait, meeting the Savior for the first time doesn't feel right, it's just taking a child to buy necessities for the new semester, why should I be so veiled to lure him to Slaterling?

Quirrell sat on the sofa, breaking out in a cold sweat. He opposed Dumbledore because of his personal way of doing things, not because he was Gryffindor.And whether Harry Potter is a snake or a lion has no direct relationship to him, an ordinary teacher, so what is his purpose in luring Harry Potter?

Obviously, the influence of another memory is much greater than what he thought!

Quirrell closed his eyes, let himself not think about anything, and took a deep breath slowly. After about a minute, he was sure that he had completely calmed down——

I can be sure that although there are a lot of bits and pieces in my head, I am still me.So don't be so nervous, the savior will be lured, probably because of the subconscious sense of belonging to Slytherin and hostility to Dumbledore.But the temptation has already been seduced, and I have already made enemies with Dumbledore, it seems that it is useless to continue to struggle.

Quirrell stood up abruptly from the sofa, took his coat neatly, and walked out of the door of his office neatly.

The savior still had to meet, at least to fulfill his promise to a child.As for the rest, Quirrell didn't want the kid involved, so let things take their course.

This morning, the Dursleys at number four, Privet Drive, were again hit by a storm of letters from owls.It’s just that compared to the last Hogwarts admission letter, this letter is not so harmless~ Harry who was reading upstairs first heard his aunt cursing, followed by his uncle’s roar and Dudley’s scream.Before Harry could figure out what was going on, there was a loud bang—the Dursleys didn't want to open the letters that the owls had brought, they piled them up to take out and burn them, but a lot of envelopes started It twisted and convulsed, as if it was alive.Then there was the noise Harry heard, and then, the letter... exploded!Mixed with countless vicious potion powders, minor jinxes, and some spells that can definitely be called black magic!

Even on the second floor, the door of Harry's bedroom was instantly knocked away by the magic power. At that time, Harry was sitting on the ground reading a book. The door panel flew over his head, hit the window, and finally fell on Harry. Lee's bed.Harry couldn't understand what happened at all, and stared blankly at the empty door frame.

When Dumbledore and Hagrid arrived, they could clearly see that the door of Dursley's house was blown to the other side of the road, all the windows on the first floor of the house were blown up, and some messy things were blown away Come out and land on the Dursleys' garden fence, the neighbor's roof, the street lamp.

"Oh, we're late, Hagrid." Dumbledore was wearing azure wizard robes and a pointed hat of the same color, looking helplessly at the scene after the catastrophe.

"I hope Harry is okay, Headmaster Dumbledore, let's go in quickly."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, leading Hagrid to the Dursleys' house.As soon as they entered the door, the sound of manic sirens could be heard clearly from a distance, and almost twenty police cars stopped at the gate of No. [-] Privet Drive in an instant.

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded! Put your hands behind your head and come out obediently!"

The huge explosion had alarmed the neighbors, who apparently called the police...

Quirrell was about 5 minutes slower than Dumbledore, not only because of his hesitation and thinking when he came out, but also because he had to perform transfiguration on his clothes.He wasn't ignorant and fearless like Dumbledore, who could wander the streets in a robe like that.But for him, the 5 minutes late was just right.

In order to "protect the Muggles", Dumbledore didn't want to make things big. Even the greatest white wizard couldn't make so many Muggles forget why they came here in an instant, and then go back the same way.And Dumbledore originally thought that there would be officials from the Ministry of Magic to deal with the situation of the Dursleys' house soon, so he prevented Hagrid from resisting, and honestly did as the police said.

When Quirrell came, the police had just removed the "suspect" - Hagrid's big head, but it took them a lot of effort.

The three wounded of the Dursley family were also sent to the ambulance, because the nephew Harry Potter, who was unscathed on the second floor, had just been wrapped in a blanket and was led downstairs by a policewoman.

"Professor Quirrell!" Harry looked sharply at Quirrell who was running over in a black suit. He had no idea that his first wizard friend Hagrid had also come, because the other party had not had time to go upstairs, and the sound of the siren And the horror of the unknown explosion made Harry ignore the brief conversation between Hagrid and Dumbledore.

"Hello!" Quirrell signaled Harry not to worry, and extended his hand to the charming blonde female police officer, "I'm Quirinus Quirrell, Harry's teacher, and I'm here today for a holiday home visit , may I ask what happened?"

"An explosion, probably a burglary, and there must have been some 'little situation' with the gangster's weapon. The child survived because he was on the second floor."

"Oh, what a tragedy, Harry, are you all right?"

"It's okay, Professor, I'm just... a little scared." Harry shook his head, wrapping the blanket tighter.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Can I take Harry away?" Quirrell raised his head, quietly pulled out his wand with his right hand, and made a small movement towards the policewoman.

"Oh, no, we still need...Of course, of course." The female policeman nodded, her eyes were a little dazed and empty.

"Thank you very much." Quirrell pulled Harry over, cast an Ignore Curse on both of them in an instant, and pulled him to the back of a police car, Apparating.Although he feels a little sorry for the policewoman, he can only do so now.

Voldemort had many tricks for using magic, such as Apparition and Apparition.People who follow the apparition often feel uncomfortable, but Voldemort can build a comfortable small space for the entourage by relying on magic power, so Harry, who apparated for the first time, just felt that they were still among a bunch of policemen just a moment ago, The next moment, he was already standing in a strange place.

"This is Hogsmeade, the only purely wizarding village in England, and Hogwarts is very close." He could take Harry somewhere else, at least hide Harry until school starts, like Dumbledore Lido hid him for ten years.But Quirrell is not going to instill in him those things that look like racial discrimination. As a teacher, he should be above board.

With a tap of his wand, a silver animal jumped out of his wand.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, "It's beautiful, what's that?!"

Quirrell was also stunned for a moment, he was just trying, if he succeeded, he could be lazy, if he didn't succeed...Anyway, idleness is idleness.This spell has never been successful in Voldemort's memory: "The patron saint represents the object one loves and wants to protect..."

The pure silver animal looked at Quirrell tenderly, and walked over with graceful steps to gently rub Quirrell's thigh.

"Can I touch it?"

"Please call 'him,' Quirrell corrected, and you can pet him."

"Sorry, Professor." Harry stuck out his tongue, and impatiently stretched out his hand, but the animal glared at him, bared its fangs at him, and jumped lightly to hide behind Quirrell.

"Oh, looks like he's prouder, sorry." Like someone.Quirrell smiled. Although he apologized, he felt more proud in his tone.

Harry's little face fell, looking sadly at the silver animal that was rubbing against Quirrell's trouser leg again.

"I'll teach you this spell when you're in fourth grade, and then you'll have your own Patronus." Quirrell ruffled Harry's messy hair and made it even more messy.He had gotten used to the little pain from being in contact with Harry.

With a wave of his wand, the silver animal ran and headed in the direction of Hogwarts, where he would summon the headmaster and the four deans.After all, Quirrell cannot arrange for a student to live in the school without permission, but these superior leaders should have this power.Of course, because he wasn't there, it wasn't Quirrell's fault that he wasn't notified—but it's strange, didn't Dumbledore send anyone to go, didn't he go by himself?Could it be that he was also blown away by the roaring letter?

"Harry, you'll be seeing the Headmaster and the other Headmasters in a few moments."

"Will they like us?" Harry asked nervously.

"They will..." Without waiting for an answer, a greasy dean suddenly appeared in front of Quirrell.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry became even more nervous when he didn't get an answer.

"Harry!" Quirrell stopped, bent down, put his hands on Harry's shoulders, and looked at him firmly with his eyes, "You have to be confident, all the teachers like you very much, and all the teachers like you. !"

"Ah."

"Of course...one teacher was slightly special, just slightly."

"Ok?"

"That teacher likes to dress in black, walks very aggressively, and likes to stare at everyone, including me, including Principal Dumbledore, and his students."

"Um……"

"Remember what I told you? Slytherins are not very good at expressing emotions, and you can't take what they say on the surface." Although I have made up my mind not to speak for any house, but think of Snape's awkward Personality, he still talks too much.Of course, not for Slytherin, but for Severus Snape, after all, that person betrayed the Dark Lord for the sake of the child's mother, and for the sake of the child, he has lived alone and awkwardly until now...

If he was misunderstood, it would be too cruel.

"I'll try to understand, Professor Quirrell." Harry raised his head, his lips were tightly pressed together, his green eyes were wide open, and he looked energetic.

"If you really don't understand, you can ask me to translate for you."

"Ok."

Before entering the walls of Hogwarts, the four deans had already come from afar.