Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

September [-]st is the day Hogwarts starts school.

Early in the morning, Harry was pulled out of the quilt by Quirrell: "What's the matter, Professor?"

"Today is the first day of school at Hogwarts." Quirrell pulled Harry out of the quilt and pushed him hard towards the bathroom.

"But, professor, am I not at Hogwarts?" Harry struggled. Yesterday he watched "Magic Potions and Potions" until late at night, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in his dean's class in the future--apparently, the savior had decided that Slytherin is gone.But the strange thing is that Professor Quirrell only asked him to read "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" (a first-grade textbook), and that would be fine.It is said that "that thing" is not very useful in the new semester, but it is obviously the textbook he chose.

"But am I already at Hogwarts?" Harry was confused.

"No, no, the journey from platform nine and three-quarters to the school is an indispensable experience during your Hogwarts schooling. Especially for the first graders, this journey has no deep meaning , so, you have to go." Quirrell only had the memory of sorting, but according to Hogwarts' internal readings, he more or less understood the difference at the beginning of term.

Harry was helpless and was pushed into the bathroom.

"You only have 15 minutes!"

"Oh~Professor~"

The blue-eyed kitten's protest was ineffective. Four or 10 minutes later, he had been apparated by Quirrell to the gate of King's Cross Station.

"Platform six, platform seven, eight, nine...Professor, there is no platform nine and three-quarters here." Harry looked blankly at the red brick wall in front of him.

"No, the platform is right in front of you."

"In front of me? There's only... oh! the wall?" Harry turned around, and then was pushed from behind by an irresponsible professor. The savior, who was in a cold sweat, was surprised to find that he had passed through the wall.

"Platform nine and three-quarters, a platform exclusively for wizards."

"Wow! That's a great professor! Of course, it would be better if you didn't push me in." Harry brooded over the shock he had just received.

"That's exciting, isn't it?" Quirrell shrugged, completely refusing to admit his mistake.Harry rolled his eyes and followed Quirrell to the train: "Go, find a compartment and sit down. After driving, you can walk around in the car and meet some new friends. This is the lunch and dinner that Lily prepared for you. Snacks, of course, you can also buy them in the car. There are also a few books inside, which can help you pass the boredom."

Quirrell handed a small suitcase to Harry, who had changed into his school uniform and cloak, and his other belongings were still at school.Lily would then put them together with the freshmen's luggage, and wait for Harry's sorting to finish before putting them in his room.

"Professor..." Harry felt his nose sore, although he knew that they would meet again at Hogwarts soon, but he was always a little sad.

"Don't be sad, we'll see you soon, won't you?" Quirrell rubbed Harry's head.

"Yes, Professor." Harry was a little embarrassed, blushing and lowered his head to wipe his eyes with his sleeve.

"See you at school, Harry."

"See you at school, Professor."

Watching the kitten get on the train, Quirrell sighed and prepared to leave.But when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure—Lucius Malfoy, who also came to send Draco to school.

Lucius bowed his head and said something to Drake, and Quirrell originally wanted to have a word with him.During this period of time, he had too many worries.It's also good to be able to talk to someone you have a crush on.But Quirrell clearly saw that when Lucius looked up and found him, his expression froze instantly, and there was even a moment of panic.

Quirrell froze for a moment, then turned his gaze to Drake, and sure enough, Lucius became even more nervous.

"Hi, Mr. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Professor Quirrell."

"I still have some things to go back to school as soon as possible, I'm sorry I can't talk to you for a while, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Quirrell left King's Cross station with a heavy heart.It should have been very rude to end the conversation so quickly, but Lucius not only didn't feel offended, but waved goodbye to him happily.

However, Quirrell also understood him.It has been ten years, and although the Death Eaters who survived the catastrophe are no longer the glory before the war, they have passed the most difficult period, and have gradually regained their own lives and their own future.The identity of the Dark Lord just troubled Quirrell, but the return of the Dark Lord was a disaster for them.

Quirrell kicked away a stone on the side of the road, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that passers-by were looking at him with strange expressions.He was puzzled at first, and then he could only smile wryly—he is now wearing standard wizard equipment, with a retro-style black robe, so it's no wonder it doesn't make people feel weird.Quickly walked into an alley, turned around and found a hidden place, Quirrell changed his clothes with transfiguration, but as he was about to go out, Quirrell suddenly realized that someone was following him?

Putting an invisibility spell on himself, Quirrell stood against the corner wall, his wand was held in his hand, and his palms were already soaked in sweat.After all, this was his first actual combat.Quirrell suddenly felt a little confused, what kind of spell would he use for the following enemy?

Skinning spell?Eviscerate curse?Ripper Curse?Gouging spell?Cruciatus?Avada...

Damn, why are all these spells in my memory?

While he was thinking wildly, the person behind him was already approaching.Before the brain made a decision, Quirrell's arms and mouth had already moved by themselves: "Disarm you! Fainted!"

"Oh!"

"Oh~ Merlin!" After revoking the invisibility technique, he ran out to see the stalker, but what Quirrell saw was the platinum nobleman who was unconscious on the ground. Of course, even though he was unconscious, he was still charming.

It's just that Lucius followed him in such a grandiose way wearing a gorgeous wizard robe, but he didn't even realize that he was seriously distracted...

"Lucius Malfoy's wand is flying!" Looking at Lucius' snake wand in his hand, Quirrell was glad that it was strong enough.Quirrell pointed Lucius with his wand, of course not to kill people, but to break the curse.But at the instant the spell was cast, he removed his wand.

Quirrell took a deep breath, and said to the unconscious nobleman on the ground: "I will not do anything bad to you, absolutely not." Holding his wand in his hand, Quirrell knelt down and hugged the platinum nobleman, "Sorry, I just want a little warmth, I'm so lonely..."

When the voice fell, there was no one in the alley.

This is a cliff in Voldemort's memory. In the cave under the cliff, there is a Horcrux of Voldemort.Quirrell didn't know how to deal with these demon king candidates. They were dangerous, but Quirrell didn't know if he would have problems after dealing with them, so he could only put them there temporarily.Fortunately, the few places the devil looked for at the beginning were relatively safe—should be relatively safe.

However, he didn't come to see the Horcrux today, he just came to see the scenery.On the cliff, the sea breeze blows head-on with the unique fishy smell of sea water. It is a little cold, but very refreshing.

Quirrell put a warming spell on Lucius, and he sat on the reef, holding Lucius in his arms.Although Europeans are Caucasian, they are only white. Most of them are covered with freckles, have large pores, and heavy hair, and many of them have serious body odor.

But none of these Lucius, even though he is 35 years old, but the skin is as delicate as a baby, Quirrell hugged him from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and put their cheeks together.Warm and soft to the touch, with a light aroma.Quirrell didn't know what brand of perfume it was, but he thought it smelled good.

He closed his eyes and just sat there in a daze. For the first time since being hit by a car, he felt peaceful and peaceful—even though he was doing bad things now.

By three o'clock, Quirrell knew he had to go back.He picked up Lucius and apparated into the alley again. The two people who suddenly appeared scared away a wild cat looking for food and put Lucius on the ground. out of shape.

At the moment of waking up, Lucius tensed his nerves, his current mood was both excited and terrified.The excitement is that I can finally see that person again, and the fear is that he will give himself a heart attack when they meet for the first time, or even go straight to Avada?

But when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying in the alley of that dirty Muggle world!

Quirrell didn't take him to see that person, was it his own initiative, or...that person didn't want to see him at all?

Stretching out his hand to grab his wand, the platinum noble who was about to get up suddenly smiled.He clearly remembered the wand being knocked out of the air, but now the wand was in his hand, the easiest place to get it.His body was not as stiff as after maintaining a posture for a long time, and his robe also had a faint smell of dampness and sea water.

He was sure where Quirrell took him, most likely to meet that person, but why did he send him back the same?Conclusion, he doesn't want me to know he's back, he doesn't want to see me?

Lucius Malfoy, who had just laughed for less than 2 minutes, was depressed again.

Back at Hogwarts... Quirrell sat behind his desk in a daze for a while, or was it an aftertaste?As the sky was getting dark, the little elf Lily came to inform that the sorting ceremony was about to begin.Quirrell patted his robe and walked out.

The first semester after his rebirth is about to begin...