Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell was sitting in the auditorium, and his feeling was that no matter what school's opening ceremony, it was the same...Silly.

But Hogwarts also has something better than his original middle school, at least not the teacher sits and the students stand, but everyone sits together.The students were whispering below, and most of them would look up at Quirrell curiously and inquiringly—another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, poor hapless bastard.

To Quirrell's left sat Snape, frowning as usual and looking a little absent-minded.Professor Flitwick is sitting on the right. In order to make himself look less special, the professor with dwarf blood has put a thick book under his buttocks. This makes Quirrell very puzzled?Why doesn't he just make the chair taller?

At this time, the door of the auditorium opened, and Professor McGonagall came in with a group of children.That scene is very similar to a mother bird leading a flock of chicks.The little guys all looked curious, and some children from Muggle families were even trembling.

Then the hat began to sing, and Quirrell finally knew why Snape was casting the "Must Listen" Charm on himself when he met Snape at the door of the Great Hall.But now that the freshmen have all come in, he must maintain the dignity of the teacher.So I can only endure it!

Quirrell soon saw Harry walking with Drake...

Quirrell flicked his fingers on the handle of the chair. He was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, of course Lucius knew that.And Drake is a freshman this year, so it is impossible for the professor and the freshman not to meet each other, right?So why was Lucius frightened when he saw him at the train station this morning?

So what he is afraid of is not that I may endanger the safety of Draco, but what he is afraid of is that we will meet at that time and place?Why should he be afraid?The Dark Lord won't let him go?But how is it possible...

Quirrell felt his heart beat a little faster. From the point of view of magic, his soul piece cannot move independently.But if some special circumstances happen, it is not impossible for the soul piece to be activated in advance, and Lucius Malfoy does have a Horcrux in his home.

Why does something more depressing happen to me every time I feel a little better?

"Oh no! I'm not going to Gryffindor! I'm not going!" Harry's voice surprised Quirrell. When he was distracted, the sorting ceremony had already begun, and the students whose names had been called stepped forward one by one. A historic hat decides its own academy.

Draco went to Slytherin as he wished, but when it came to Harry, the Sorting Hat hesitated crookedly.Unbearable, Harry could only yell loudly to show his firm position.

The expressions on the faces of everyone in the auditorium suddenly became very exciting. Quirrell looked at the glass of water in front of him. He also thought about persuading Harry to enter Gryffindor as a gesture of favor to Dumbledore.But thinking about the current situation of the school, he was still determined to let Harry into Slytherin.

"Slytherins grow up to be Death Eaters, so the current Slytherins are the backup of Death Eaters, they are a group of little Death Eaters." Not only the students think so, but also many professors believe so firmly So, even though the Dark Lord has disappeared for ten years, even if many people don't even know what the Dark Mark is like...

And when Harry entered Slytherin, would people still say that?The Savior after the Dark Lord?That would just be a joke.And compared to Gryffindor, the Snake House, which values ​​privacy, internal unity, and is extremely loyal to friends, is also more suitable for kittens who are sensitive and afraid of being alone.

"Slytherin! If you insist~" The Sorting Hat finally announced Harry's house with a grin.

The kitten smiled, took off its hat, imitated Draco and bowed to the teacher's seat, and winked at Quirrell, and finally walked towards Slytherin with some wandering steps.

Quirrell smiled too, wishing the little one a happy seven years at school.

After that, Quirrell felt for the first time that Dumbledore was a good man-his headmaster's speech was very brief, and when the sorting ended, Quirrell's stomach was already drumming from hunger.

But what he didn't expect was that the torment of hearing was not a one-off, when the dinner was over, there was also the baptism of the school song!In the end, Quirrell returned to the office clutching his stomach. He suspected that he would have indigestion!

Turning around twice, Quirrell took some things from the bedroom and then walked to the cellar.Worried about Lucius, he could only take risks.However, Snape was not there when they reached the cellar. Five minutes later, the Snake King came from the other side aggressively. When he saw him, the Snake King slowed down.

"Oh ~ Professor Quirrell, do you need any medicinal materials?"

"Professor Snape, I would like to speak to you in private."

"Private talk?" Snape raised one eyebrow, his black eyes were full of guard, his steps quickened instantly, and he opened the door of the Potions Office, "Then, come in, Professor Quirrell. But, no Red wine, no honey tea, and no coffee."

"There's always a glass of water." Quirrell shrugged nonchalantly, pushed the door open just a crack and walked in, ignoring the most terrifying professor at Hogwarts gnashing his teeth behind him.

"A glass of water!"

The clear water in the large potion bottle made people suspect that there were still some potion residues in it.

"Thank you." Quirrell took it gracefully, and nodded his thanks. The Potions Professor let out a cold snort from his big nose.

Then, there is silence.

Quirrell was wondering how on earth he would speak, and Snape... what could you expect him to say to someone he didn't welcome at all?

About a minute later, when Snape was about to spit venom impatiently at Quirrell, he suddenly covered his left arm, and a severe burning pain spread all over his body in an instant!His originally pale face almost became transparent, but at this moment, Quirrell stood up and stared at him blankly with black eyes!

"It hurts? Isn't it?"

"Lord①..." Snape's body tensed at first, then he slowly fell to his knees trembling.

Quirrell waved his hand to eliminate the pain of Snape's Dark Mark: "You are trembling, are you afraid of me? Why? Haven't you been testing me? Now that you know who I am, why are you afraid instead? Because you betrayed me ?”

Snape lowered his head, wanting to kiss Quirrell's robe corner, but Quirrell turned sharply, making his "attempt" fail.

"Don't say that you never betrayed me, or that you are still my loyal servant. What the Dark Lord thinks is true is the truth!"

Snape bowed his head, eyes tightly closed, he thought he was dead.But in his heart, apart from a little fear of the imminent death, it was more about relief——his love!His hate!His pain, his joy!And his sin!As long as there is a quiet death, all will be freed...

"But the Dark Lord likes a capable man, even if he betrays. Severus, you were able to betray me the first time, so why didn't you betray Dumbledore the second time?"

Snape raised his head abruptly, but his eyes were empty, because of the fatigue in his heart, and also because the Occlumency had been activated—the damn life, when he heard the vitality from the other party's words, what flashed in his mind was It's that little troll named Harry Potter!Just like his father, but with green eyes, and... Lily's eyes!

"Thank you for your kindness, MyLord, I will..."

"You once told me that you would find a pure-blood woman to continue the blood of the Prince family, but you are still single now. Because of the bastard woman ten years ago? I killed her, do you resent me? Or...resent yourself? Her son, Harry Potter, is a lovely child, a lovely blue-eyed kitten~ I like him very much." Quirrell smiled, his voice so soft that it was almost sweet.

"..." Snape was sure that the other party didn't use Dementor to read the thoughts in his brain, but the black eyes staring straight at him made Snape feel that there was nothing to hide!

"The Dark Lord is a great man. He can see into your heart with ease. He can know all your secrets without using insanity." Long ago, when they were young, Lucius Malfoy sat Holding red wine by the fireplace, he said to him, "He is powerful, dangerous, and cunning, but a real monarch who makes everyone willing to submit!"

But when Snape was also branded with that mark, all he saw was a violent, self-righteous madman.The great monarch that people yearn to be addicted to in the mouth of friends, has been forgotten by everyone in the corner of memory after time and time again.

But looking at the person in front of him, that vague memory jumped out in an instant!And it's so clear!Obviously he is no longer an impulsive young man, obviously his life is in danger now, obviously...he killed Lily!

Something fell into Snape's hand, a silver snake wrapped around a silver cross, it should be a men's necklace or brooch.

"Dumbledore can use Hogwarts to teach a group of heartfelt subordinates, and I can do the same. Of course, the professor will always be Quirinus Quirrell, not the Dark Lord Voldemort." Quirrell sat on the sofa On the ground, with two long legs crossed together, his voice suddenly became harsh, "Severus, you are very smart, so don't bother me again!"

After drinking the clear water that Snape had prepared for him in one gulp, Quirrell got up and was about to leave, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and added: "By the way, Tell Lucius Malfoy that I don't need him to keep my things anymore, and ask him to give them to you."

"Click." The door closed, and Snape sat down on the sofa covered in cold sweat.He pulled up the sleeve of his left arm and went over. Every time the mark tortured him, the skin there would be red and swollen as if stung by some insect.But this time, Snape was stunned looking at his arm - there was nothing on it!

He was unflagged?No, not right.Snape touched his arm, he could feel the mark still there, it's just... it wasn't there!

Quirrell soaked himself in the bathtub. He didn't expect that he still had the talent of acting. He should really thank the movies, TV and novels he had watched. There were all kinds of villains on them, so that he could imitate and bring forth new ones at the same time. .

In fact, he regretted it when he came out of Snape's office.It was obviously impulsive to conclude that something was wrong with the diary just based on the speculation of Lucius' strange expression in the morning.

But no matter how much I regretted it at that time, all the things that should be done have been done, raw rice and cooked rice!At that time, there were only two paths left in front of him. One was to run back and clear Snape's memory of that time, that is, to turn the cooked rice back into uncooked rice.But he could erase Snape's memory, but he couldn't erase the memory of the portraits and sculptures in the entire castle.

They saw him go into the Potions Master's room, then out of the Potions Master's room, then back in again.As a result, the Potions Professor lost his memory for a short time—what a fascinating plot~ Another way is to bite the bullet and hold on!

Quirrell covered his face with a hot towel, but fortunately Snape was not a big mouth, he would only tell Dumbledore and Lucius what happened at most.

For Dumbledore, Quirrell is not itchy if there are too many lice, anyway, the two of them are already opposed.And Dumbledore has no real evidence, so he can't do anything to him.

And Lucius, without letting him know his identity, how could he get the diary?Moreover, with the help of his identity, he can spend more time with him.

Quirrell covered his face, he was obviously a well-behaved teacher, when did he become so wretched?

The next day, the official first day of school.Quirrell AM's

The first class is for the seventh grade.

17 years old is an adult for wizards, and the confrontation between students is also an adult.When Quirrell arrived at the classroom door, Slytherin and Gryffindor were on opposite sides of the classroom door, confronting each other.Hufflepuff's little badgers hid far away around the corner, while Ravenclaw's eaglets took up a favorable position, with a parchment in one hand and a quill in one hand, presumably to record the ensuing brawl...

"boom--!!!"

A magic spell blew through the middle of the serpentine and lion courtyards with a strong wind, splitting open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The students standing in the front subconsciously touched the tip of their noses—although it was a little cold , but still there.

"There is one minute and 30 seconds before the class starts. After that, five points will be deducted for each student who comes in." The curse came from outside the classroom, but now the voice came from inside the classroom, but Huo Gewartz forbids apparation.So, how did this professor enter the classroom so quickly after casting the spell?Or, how did he cast the spell in the classroom?

Most of the students have questions in their minds, but there is no time for them to think about it!

"One minute and fifty-eight seconds left."

No one wants to lose their college score on the first day of school!

The door of the classroom is very big, but when all the students squeeze the door at the same time, the door becomes smaller again~ Quirrell put his arms around his shoulders and looked at his students with a smile, very good and very energetic!

More than a minute passed quickly, and all the colleges succeeded—the points were deducted.Of course, Slytherin is the least, but it's not that Quirrell is partial.It's because the Slytherins are the least numerous, and they're all located close to the door.So... there are advantages to having fewer people...

It is conceivable how bad the students' faces were, but then something happened that made their faces even uglier.For Quirrell smiled and said to them: "

The content of the first class is the exam. "

"But Professor, it's just

the first lesson! said a brave Gryffindor, and even the Slytherins gave him approving looks.

"For interrupting the professor's speech, two points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Quirrell nodded towards the brave Gryffindor, "It's been seven years this year, and you are about to face the ultimate wizard level exam. And I, As the teacher who took over from you in the new school year, I don't even know how far you have reached in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Therefore, the exam is a must. Moreover, these two consecutive classes,

Written test in the first class, practice in the second class. "

All the students had nothing to say, and the smart and calm students were no longer reluctant - in fact, they had been worrying about their Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination until now.After seven years of schooling, there have been seven Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. Everyone teaches completely differently. It can definitely be described as teaching chaos.

But this teacher is obviously very responsible, I just hope he can teach for a while longer, at least until the end of the exam.

After the written test, Quirrell gave all the students a 10-minute break.While the students were taking breaks, Quirrell turned the podium into a long table and placed four boxes on it.

Everyone looked at him curiously, not knowing how to test the next practice.

After a 10-minute break, Quirrell pointed to the four boxes and said: "These four boxes contain attack spells, defense spells, life spells, and healing spells. It covers all of you. For the spells that should be mastered in grades one to six, you can decide which box to draw the spells from."

"So, Bourne Kembelen." Quirrell began to read the roster, which was a Slytherin.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ken Beren reached into the box of the offensive spell, and when he saw the words on the note, his confident face became ugly: "It's the Blazing Curse."

"let's start."

"But... Professor Quirrell, here?"

"Yes, attack me."

Ken Belen couldn't help but rolled his eyes in a disrespectful way. Could it be that he was going to roast a professor into a suckling pig on the first day of school?

"Mr. Kempelen, do you have any questions?"