Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

The unconscious potions professor was "floated" into the medical wing by Quirrell using the floating spell. Even though he lost consciousness with his eyes closed, the Snake King still frowned, with a look of keeping strangers away.

"Professor Quirrell, how is Severus?" Now the moaning and crying were gone in the medical wing, and most of the children were asleep under the influence of the medicine.

"Stunning spell and life-death water, he just fell asleep." Quirrell told the reason why Snape lost consciousness. "I'm worried about putting him in the office in the cellar. Can he sleep here for a day?"

"Of course, I've actually been telling Severus to get enough sleep, but obviously he hasn't done that. I'd love to see him take a break." Madam Pomfrey enthusiastically brought out a large set for Quirrell The pajamas, although this is still a bit small for the Snake King's figure, but this gap can be made up with the Transfiguration Charm.

Quirrell led Snape to an empty bed, and the clinical curtain was suddenly pulled open—Harry was lying on that bed, and Draco was sitting beside the bed.

"Professor Quirrell, how is the godfather? I remember he was also wet." Draco said worriedly.

"It's all right now." Quirrell put Snape on the bed, then waved his wand, and a snap fell apart, and the Snake King became... a naked Snake King.Quirrell subconsciously glanced at Snape from head to toe. He was even thinner than Lucius, and he was obviously chronically malnourished.It's hard for him to go to class so imposingly every day, and then wave his wand again.The pajamas and pajama pants instantly became two sizes larger, and then moved on their own, quickly and gently putting them on Snape's body.

Then Quirrell couldn't help laughing.You should know that it is the pajamas prepared for the students in the medical wing. Although it is men's, the pattern on it is a very cute duck.Snake king and duck, this cooperation is really... cute!Finally, Snape was covered with a quilt, Quirrell turned around and saw both Draco and Harry looking down at the floor, but Draco's face was as usual, probably just bowing his head out of politeness, while Harry's face was as red as a tomato , obviously there is a little intriguing.

Quirrell patted Draco on the shoulder lightly, and winked at the platinum prince. Draco raised the corner of his mouth and showed a Malfoy-style smirk, indicating that he understood.

"Harry, now that you're fine, I'll also be able to do my homework, and I'll tell the other students about your situation by the way."

"Goodbye, Draco, and thank you."

"Goodbye." Draco left quickly, leaving only three men in the space separated by the curtain.

Quirrell stood up quickly and cast more than a dozen anti-tapping and warning spells.Then he sat on the edge of Harry's bed.

"You know, Harry, when I walked into the potions classroom, I saw Severus about to put the damn potion that caused your tragedy into his mouth, because he had to know that Neville was in it What was put in it, and for a potions master, tasting with his tongue is the most direct way."

"Has the Dean tasted it?" Although Snape was now lying on the bed next to him, Harry was still very nervous.

"No, because I let him fall asleep honestly."

Harry smiled, then he lowered his head and pondered for a while: "Professor Quirrell, I was really in great pain just now, and I even thought I would die just like that..."

Quirrell didn't say much, just patted the boy's still thin shoulder, because he knew that Harry hadn't finished.

Sure enough, Harry gave him a tight-lipped smile, and continued, "I thought about it a lot at the time, but now that I think about it, most of those thoughts have been fragmented. The only clear thought left is regret... I haven't heard the dean call me 'Harry' in a soft voice, shake his hand, wash his hair, make him breakfast, or..." The boy blushed a little, but still whispered Say it out, "I haven't done those things in my dream!"

Quirrell raised his eyebrows. He had such a big "ambition" at the age of 13, and he deserved to be the savior.When he was 13 years old, he was still a self-righteous kid who didn't understand anything, right?

"Professor Quirrell, thank you and Mr. Malfoy for telling me the facts more than ten years ago. But from today, I want to forget those pasts. I...I want to live a peaceful life of my own. Work hard to go to school, and find A job that suits me, and pursue the dean, and then open a small shop specializing in potions with him? Of course I also like children, I can teach them to play baseball and Quidditch. The dean can teach them to make potions .On the weekends, the family goes on a picnic, or goes to the zoo..."

"Okay, okay, I understand what you're talking about, Harry." Quirrell interrupted Harry with a smile. This boy seems to really long for a normal and happy family, otherwise it would be impossible for him to think about it at such a young age. So much, and what he said to Quirrell was not just as simple as wanting someone to listen to him.He is indirectly expressing that he only wants an ordinary life, and that justice has nothing to do with him!

"I understand that you will give your child the best. I also understand what you mean when you say that, Harry. You know, when I first met you, I did take you for 'Dumbledore' Savior' see, but now you're just Harry Potter to me. The boy who survived with his mother's blessing, not the boy who survived defeating Voldemort. You'll have your own life, Harry."

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell left the hospital wing, and Draco waited for him at the corner of a corridor.

What Draco didn't expect was that the first thing Quirrell saw him was to hold him in his arms: "Although it's selfish to say that, I'm really sincere because you didn't suffer that kind of pain." Thanks Merlin, Draco."

In school, Quirrell tried his best to put his business first and be fair, but this did not mean that he had no selfishness, but most of the time, he suppressed his selfishness.Just like this time, he felt sad for all the children who were hurt, but at the same time, he was sincerely relieved when he knew that Draco was fine for the first time, after all, he was just a mortal.

After that, Quirrell took Drake to his office.The Platinum Prince hasn't had lunch yet, and it's time for dinner again.Quirrell felt that instead of his future stepson going to eat alone in the auditorium where almost a quarter of his classmates were missing, it would be better to take him to his warm office and enjoy a sumptuous parent-child dinner.After dinner they could talk about what had happened in the Potions classroom.

You must know that Quirrell gave Neville a pair of gloves to isolate power. As long as you wear the gloves and operate according to the prescribed procedures, there will be no more explosions in the crucible. His potion grades were already at the top among Gryffindor classmates, so he couldn't imagine why such a serious accident happened all of a sudden.