Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

"Patter" the door opened, and Nagini wriggled in.

"Oh Tom, don't you know that calling me right after I've eaten is making me malnourished?" "Nagini, you're going away for a while."

"Me? Just me?"

"Yes, because I ran into a troublesome thing." Quirrell patted Nagini's head, "Until I deal with the trouble, I can only let you live outside alone. And remember, Before I say yes, don't talk to me even if you accidentally bump into me outside, let alone call me Tom." "Anyone can speak Parseltongue again?"

"Yes, it's an unexpected character, a smart girl." "Then, I'm leaving, my dear." Although Nagini is always tired of playing around with Quirrell, she is worthy of walking with Voldemort A companion through the most difficult times.She is far more intelligent and decisive than most humans when needed.

Sending Nagini to the door, watching her disappear into the corner of the corridor, Quirrell rubbed his forehead, feeling that his past thoughts were too simple.Since he inherited Voldemort's memory, knowledge and friends, how could he not have the trouble of inheriting him?

Quirrell sat behind his desk, debating whether to remove the soul tablet from Harry's head or just leave it alone.Although Harry said he wanted to live with him, but when Dumbledore came back, he would never let the savior live with the "suspicious person".Then, he and Harry still had to wait until the beginning of school to see each other. In this case, it was not impossible for them to persist for seven years.

When the seven years pass and Harry graduates, he will have nothing to do with the soulless.However, this method of delaying is too passive, and no one knows if there will be any sudden changes, and then his identity as the devil will be exposed-in fact, he should actually kill the dark devil, but Quirrell doesn't think that Guys in the wizarding world believe in the "truth".

Then, in order to get rid of the soul piece in Harry's head once and for all!

Just as Quirrell made up his mind, there was a knock on the door, and it was Professor McGonagall who came, and she informed Quirrell that Principal Dumbledore had returned, and that he wanted to see Harry.

"Please wait a moment, Professor McGonagall. Harry is taking a nap, I'll wake him up now." Ten minutes later, Quirrell took Harry to the staff lounge again.

"I suppose you're Harry? You look a lot like your father?"

"Principal Dumbledore, you know my parents."

"Of course, your father is one of my best students, and my other best student is your mother. They were the presidents of the male and female student unions when they were in school." Dumbledore's face was full of nostalgia No matter how you look at it, he is a benevolent elder.

"Principal Dumbledore, this is the first time someone told me that my parents were excellent students. Before that, my aunt told me that my father was an idle bastard, and my mother was cheated by my father." Both of them didn't work, and they died of drunk driving." Harry pursed his lips tightly, his thin face showing stubbornness and vulnerability.

Professor Sprout let out a groan, then stood in a corner covering his mouth.Professor Flitwick leaned over and patted Harry on the shoulder.Professor McGonagall's face tightened even more, and he looked at Dumbledore's face with obvious disapproval.As for the snake king in black robe... Judging by his expression, Quirrell felt that it would be safer for the Dursleys to stay in the hospital for a while longer.

"Harry..."

"Principal Dumbledore, I asked the reporters who interviewed me, and they said that after my parents had an accident, you took me away and you decided where I went. You said 'Harry lives happily and healthy like a prince' '. I don't want to live like a prince, I just want to live like a normal kid."

Dumbledore let out a long sigh, and he could only say that he didn't expect things to develop so quickly. The overwhelming newspapers, doubts from the Ministry of Magic, and shouting letters from the public were all minor problems, and Harry's situation was what he was most worried about.And now, Harry was clearly losing control.

"Harry, some things are a secret between me and your parents, I can only tell you, so, can we be alone for a while?"

Harry hesitated for a while, he turned to look at Quirrell, who smiled at him, so Harry nodded: "Okay, Principal Dumbledore."

Harry followed Dumbledore away, and the remaining five professors looked at each other, greeted each other politely, and then left.Out the door, Quirrell caught up with Snape, who was walking fast.

"Professor Snape, may I go to your office to get some potions? It's not for personal use, but to prepare for the next semester's class."

"As far as I know, there is only one Potions Master at Hogwarts."

"The purpose of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to teach children how to resist damage from black magic. Some simple potions and alchemy products are often more effective than magic spells." Quirrell shrugged, not caring about Snape at all. "I will not touch any potion materials that belong to you personally. I only need some very common ones, and I will write down the list later. I will definitely not affect your teaching in the new semester."

"Follow me!" Although Snape is a professor of potions, the potion materials purchased by Hogwarts every year do not belong to him personally, but to all professors and students, and professors of other subjects can also use them. Snape had no right to refuse.

"Thank you very much, Professor Snape." As Quirrell himself said, he did just take away some commonly used medicinal materials, and there are many varieties. There are hundreds of potions that can be prepared from these medicinal materials that Snape can know. And Quirrell just said "alchemy". Although he knows little about alchemy, there are indeed some materials that can be used for alchemy. In this way, it is completely impossible to infer what Quirrell is doing with these medicinal materials.

Having got what he wanted, Quirrell did leave Snape with an autographed list.Not long after he returned to his office, Dumbledore knocked on the door with Harry.Dumbledore only said that he asked Quirrell to take care of Harry during the period before the start of school, and then left quickly-of course, the reason why Dumbledore was so concise may also be that Quirrell hinted that he was ready for some things. Both of them like it, the special "snacks"...

"Professor Quirrell, I can't be with you anymore." Harry said sadly.

"What's going on?" Actually it would be better for both of us to be apart.

"Professor Dumbledore put me at my aunt's house for a reason. He said that the reason I survived was because my mother used her life to cast magic on me." Although Dumbledore warned Harry repeatedly, for his It is safe not to tell anyone else about this, but obviously Quirrell is no longer "others" to Harry, "and that man, Voldemort, the headmaster thinks he is still alive, for my safety, I must continue Live with my aunt and the others to ensure the power of magic."

"Even if you were almost blown away today?" Quirrell didn't quite understand what Dumbledore was thinking, "Obviously that magic is only for black magicians, and it has no effect on others. At your aunt's address Under the premise that it has been exposed, does the principal still insist on where you live?"

"The principal said he would let my aunt's family move, and that he would have a professor as my neighbor. Professor, would that be you?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore didn't mention it to me, and I don't know if it could be me. After all, there's still one term before you go home, isn't it?"

"I don't want to go home. A place with uncle and aunt is not my home." Harry lowered his head aggrievedly, and Quirrell gave him a hug, "Don't be sad, Harry, everything will be fine."

After comforting Harry for a while, Quirrell made some crossword puzzles for Harry to play - his books were too difficult to read for Harry, a rookie little wizard who hadn't even touched a wand a few times.Quirrell himself sat behind his desk with a book as thick as a brick and began to read. Of course, he was actually pretending to be thinking about Harry's question in his head.

If the blood protection magic is added, taking out the soul piece will be more troublesome than he expected. He must first remove the blood protection on Harry, so what he needs is the blood or bones of the caster...

Quirrell tapped his finger on the book, and then another question arose, did Dumbledore really think Harry would keep the secret?If not, is this a trap?

Quirrell felt his headache was about to explode, and the chaotic situation made him overwhelmed.After all, his profession is a teacher, not the Dark Lord!However, judging from the current situation, if he wants to live in peace, then he must work part-time as the Dark Lord...

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