Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Voldemort was knocked out, and a few scattered light spots overflowed from him, rushed towards Quirrell quickly, and finally merged into his body.

In an instant, several broken fragments appeared in front of Quirrell's eyes, but because the speed was too fast, Quirrell did not see clearly what those fragments were about, and now there was no time for him to savor carefully. The Voldemort who was pulled here was different. Quirrell, who created this situation, knew that if he wanted to truly become the Dark Lord, he had to tear Voldemort's soul apart under this circumstance!

Voldemort roared angrily. The reason why he kept calm just now was because this kind of scene was weird and dangerous for him now, and the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him obviously knew more information than him.Temporarily showing weakness in order to get what he wants is a very simple method, but what he didn't expect was that this guy lost his wizard demeanor and started a hand-to-hand fight with him.But it also made him understand that showing weakness to the person in front of him is just death!

In the blood-red space, Quirrell and Voldemort fought for their own survival.But the outcome of this battle has been decided since Voldemort sliced ​​his own soul for the first time more than ten years ago, and the soul slices that were temporarily combined due to the effect of the potion were not stable.Even though Voldemort had developed a good skill during his travels, Quirrell was just a weak scholar at heart. Even if Quirrell was punched five or six times, Voldemort would only get hit once, but it was Quirrell who became stronger and stronger. It was Voldemort who was getting weaker and weaker——Although Quirrell was beaten very painfully, fragments rarely fell out of his body, but every time Voldemort was hit by him, fragments of light would overflow from him and fly to Quirrell .

Thanks to the trip to the Secret Realm with Lucius not long ago, the pain of being poked into briquettes is not comparable to the small pain now, so he was able to completely give up defense and exchange pain with Voldemort!

Voldemort panicked, he let go of Quirrell and wanted to escape, but where could he go in this boundless place like a red ocean?The two chased and ran in the tumbling red sea, fighting and stopping.Voldemort's cursing and screaming slowly became softer and weaker.

Voldemort, who had become transparent, shattered like glass after the last roar... Quirrell lost consciousness because of the huge amount of memories that suddenly rushed into his brain.

The nuns never hugged me, I heard, because from the time I was a baby, whenever I cried, something bad happened.So I'm a child of a demon that brings doom, so where is the demon?Why did they put me in the orphanage?If I find demons, will they hug me and smile at me?

In the distant memory of Christmas, a black-haired child sat alone in the corner of the orphanage hall, praying to receive a gift from a demon so that he would not be alone.

Tired, cold, dark, hungry, when Hans and Jane were sick, everyone was worried about them, but why did they just leave me here when I was sick?It seems that being sick is not good at all, and I will never make myself sick on purpose again.

It was the same boy, still alone, lying in a dark, poorly ventilated hut, with only a glass of cold water and half a piece of dry, hard black bread next to his pillow.Probably thinking that the boy had lost consciousness, the voices of the two nuns talking outside the door were heard very clearly: "Hans and the others will probably be infected by this little devil. Although I want to be kind to you, I only want to help you now." I want to pray to the Lord to take this little devil away!" The boy's eyelashes trembled, and he shed tears that no one cared about in the darkness...

Today a woman wanted to take me away, but the dean said in front of everyone that I was just a villain and bastard who had a good appearance but liked to fight and deceive people.I defended, but it seemed to prove that I was indeed a bastard, because I talked back to the dear dean.No one believed me, no one was close to me, no one loved me.

Joy and happiness have never belonged to boys, and the world has become bleak black and white in his eyes. Do you want to continue to endure this kind of life?

"It's getting cold, and I have to start looking for a place to make holes again." A small snake in the corner of the backyard was talking to itself.

"Are you talking?"

I can understand snakes, I can make stones dance at my command, I can make water fall from the sky, and fire rise without wind!I'm special, those people don't get close to me, not because I'm not good enough, but because they don't have the qualifications!I am special, but it is definitely not the woman who gave birth to me who gave me this great power, but my father.One day my father will come to pick me up in a fancy carriage and take me out of this dirty, run-down orphanage.Then I will never go hungry or cold again, I will live in a bright big house, I will have a lot of clothes and toys, moreover, I should also have a partner like me to talk to and accompany me games?

The boy finally had his first friend, which was a small, non-venomous snake—it was small in size, but he was already an old snake in terms of the age of snakes.But after three days he lost his friend forever, because the other children saw him talking to the snake and told the dean.He was imprisoned for three days, and the snake was beaten to death by the dean.

Those who don't understand love, those who have never loved, do not necessarily desire love, but when his love is hopeless, all that remains is tragic hatred.

Hogwarts, here I will not starve, I will not be cold, I have a beautiful room, not many clothes but enough, although there are no toys but there are countless books, and the people here are just like me.

The gloomy boy has turned into a handsome teenager. He followed his classmates into the classroom.

Maybe we have the same magical powers, but that doesn't mean we are the same.I should have known this when the Transfiguration professor came to the orphanage to look for me.But apparently, I was carried away by the joy.

The young man was intercepted by several Gryffindors, his wand had already been dropped in the first round of attack, and his schoolbag had fallen in the corner. He was in danger of being severely beaten.

"Disarm you! Fainted!" A slender figure appeared around the corner with graceful steps, "Freshmen can get protection from us within three months of enrollment, but remember, after three months, You have to protect yourself."

I hate Abraxas Malfoy!Because I always have to bow my head in front of him, but not because he threatens me that I can’t eat like those nuns, but because of his knowledge, his demeanor, and his conversation. When I was a human being, I deeply felt that I was indeed worse than him.It feels so bad, but one day I'll be better than him, better than everyone!I firmly believe in this!Of course, the first thing to do now is to finish writing this paper...

In the library, the boy looked viciously at Malfoy, who was sitting obliquely in front of him, chatting and laughing with other seniors, then lowered his head and started working on his thesis again.So, I missed the platinum prince's meaningful smile back.

The prefect badge was sent to the orphanage. Although I had known for a long time that no one else in the fifth grade was entitled to it except me, I didn't feel relieved until I actually saw it.I'm a Slytherin prefect too, and I'm going to be head of the student body, a better head of the student body than Abraxas!

Smiling proudly, the boy wrote a letter to someone who had already graduated.At this moment, he is full of vigor and vitality.

After graduating, I feel a little uncomfortable about leaving Hogwarts, but if I can stay with Abraxas for 360 days and five days later, just imagine, it is not too difficult to accept.Um?Why are you writing to me at this time?

The 17-year-old student union president opened the letterhead brought by the golden eagle, and what he saw was an invitation letter, an invitation letter for Abraxas Malfoy's wedding.

"why?"

"Marriage and love are two different things. I can't go against my father's wishes, and this marriage is more beneficial to the Malfoy family."

"Because I'm a poor boy with no family, so I can only be your lover, male favorite?"

"Come on, Tom."

"Don't call me that disgusting name!"

All the honors I earned in school were in vain. It was only after graduation that I felt more clearly that I had no family, no power, and no money. I was still penniless like this.

Those who betray me, those who bully me, those who despise me, and those who abandon me will all be punished as they should!

The boy turned into a young man, became strong, mature, vicious and vicious, and he took revenge on all those who treated him badly!When he returned to his former lover, it was no longer Tom Marvolo Riddle, but Voldemort, the Dark Lord.

This time, he no longer needed to look up to Abraxas, he only needed to accept the other party's kneeling.As long as he needs, that man must leave his wife and children at home and come to serve him in his bedroom. He can even spend several days in a row, tasting him in various ways, and this man never dares to use it anymore. Business is an excuse to leave!

Power and power are indeed the most wonderful things, if I want them, I can have them.

During a year-long business trip to Germany, Voldemort received a package from Abraxastor, which contained a small bottle of memory and a letter.There were only two sentences in the letter: Please help me take care of Lucius, and if possible, introduce someone with the blood of the red dragon to meet him.

The first reaction was to sneer at the inexplicable letter, but after reading the memory in the crystal bottle, the devil hesitated.

Abraxas fought for his own marriage, but it turned out to be a warning from his father.Either get married obediently, or wait to see the dead body of the little lover.It's an old, but effective threat, and Abraxas is a Malfoy who can only abandon his love for the sake of his family.

I should thank his father, otherwise I might be just a silly kid working for the Malfoys now.But now, I rule the world!Maybe it's time to be gentle with Abraxas in bed from now on.

The Devil continued to work on his career, but three days later the newspaper headlines broke him. Abraxas Malfoy was dead, and 17-year-old Lucius Malfoy took over as Malfoy's patriarch.

I thought I had nothing but power in my heart, but the fact is that I deceived myself...

The man who had forgotten the feeling of crying, locked himself in the room that day, held the small bottle of memory left by his lover, and wept silently.

Today is the first day of school, but the big cauldron remains unchanged.

Although Lucius had seen the cauldron early in the morning and reappeared in front of other people, his face was no longer worried, but the fact that Quirrell has not been seen until now cannot be hidden from others.

"Mr. Malfoy, where's Professor Quirrell?"

"He is entangled in some things, but don't worry, tomorrow will not delay your class." Lucius smiled resolutely, but he was actually thinking about compound decoction. Anyway, he has never heard that compound decoction is harmful to the fetus Harmful, he can completely replace Quirrell in class.

Harry nodded obediently, and then naturally exchanged the boiled potatoes in front of Snape with the black pepper sausage in front of him—it wasn't that Harry liked potatoes, but because of his observation during this period of time, the professor I like to eat spicy and slightly pungent food.

Everyone paused while eating, and Lucius temporarily put down his worries, and began to seriously think about the pros and cons of combining the Savior and Snape.Draco quietly gave Harry a thumbs up under the dining table. Needless to say, this trick was taught by the Platinum Prince.

After breakfast, a group of people entered the Floo Network.The Malfoy family, as powerful and old nobles, can occupy a direct flyway route to the station.In view of the special physical condition of his old friend, Snape rarely went back to Hogwarts directly, but followed him to the station.

Even the Malfoy family's premium Floo powder couldn't [-]% eliminate the sense of confusion during the Floo process. As soon as Lucius stepped out of the fireplace at the station, he had to lean against a wall to recover his thoughts.The two children who followed him immediately approached worriedly, and the Potions Master who appeared last curled his lips and handed Lucius a vial.

"Put it under your nose and smell it."

"Thank you, Severus." The faint mint aroma made Lucius feel much better, but he didn't return the vial to Snape, but put the bottle into his pocket directly, " The medicine is good, but the bottle is too rotten."

Snape had a bulging vein on his forehead, but facing his bad friend, he could only snort coldly, and thought about how his family would earn back the capital with interest next time.

"Harry!" A black figure ran over wheezing, causing the two adults to subconsciously pull out their wands.

"Sirius!" Harry felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and then his godfather hugged him with snot and tears, "Don't worry, Sirius, am I fine?"

Seeing Sirius' arrival, Lucius and Snape simply forgot about etiquette and demeanor, and without even saying hello, they dragged Draco and his luggage away.Harry waved his hand at Draco helplessly, looked at the back of the potions professor with resentful eyes, sighed, and continued to appease his godfather helplessly.

"Severus, are you ready to accept Harry?" Lucius didn't avoid anything because Drake was here, in fact, he felt that Drake stayed with Harry and Snape at Hogwarts He has more time than him, and he knows some things better.

Drake looked at his father with cold sweat on his face, complaining in his heart—the godfather will not silence him, but it doesn't mean that the godfather won't vent his anger on him. There are still five years of school life, and he doesn't want to spend these five years with slugs.

"Are you talking in your sleep? Lucius Malfoy."

"Although I know you are dull, you are not so dull. Don't run away. Answer me, Severus Snape."

"How old is he? Just a spoiled brat!"

"He's 'already' 13 years old!" Lucius emphasized on the word already. "As far as I know, old Potter has already started to be jealous at this age, and his love rival is as old as him."

"Don't mention Potter to me!"

"Okay, don't mention it." Lucius shrugged, "Then let's just talk about the rival in love. You can tell from his grade that love has no age. As for the so-called spoiled children... like pigs Uncle and aunt like a praying mantis, inappropriate old clothes, beatings, scolding and labor—do you feel that this child’s childhood is a bit like someone’s, except that the family members are different?”

"He's still young, just impulsive..."

"Understood, Draco, tell Harry to propose to his dean when he graduates."

"Lucius Malfoy!"

The children who were waiting for the bus on the platform had already stayed away from these three people because of the existence of the Snake King. This roar made them jump into the arms of their parents in fear. They already had a premonition that this semester would be difficult.

Lucius returned home exhausted alone. He felt that he should go to sleep for a while, but he couldn't let go of Quirrell's condition. Although he had seen it once in the morning, he hoped that Quirrell would come out from there. When I was able to see him for the first time.

It just so happened that today he took a day off to send the children to school, so Lucius simply used the Levitation Charm to levitate the sofa, preparing to spend the rest of the day by the cauldron.

When he opened the door, he was almost suffocated by the sight in front of him. An elf with scorched ears was holding a hammer, hammering the crucible frantically. At this moment, cracks appeared on the surface of the crucible.

"Dobby! What are you doing?"

"Master Malfoy!" Dobby was startled, the movement of his hands stopped, but he did not put down the hammer, his two big baseball-like eyes filled with tears, "Dobby... Dobby is a bad elf , but Dobby did the right thing! Can’t bring the mysterious man back to life!”

"No!"

"boom--!"

Lucius frantically waved his wand, but none of the spells had time to work. The shards of the cauldron even scratched his face, and a larger shard even scratched his ankle, making him unsteady and fell. On the ground, tears blurred his vision almost instantly.

"Dobby killed the Dark Lord! Do..." the elf shouted excitedly, suddenly, a pale hand grabbed his neck!