Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

After Quirrell was left alone in the restaurant, he didn't immediately go looking for Drake.Because Drake has disappeared, and without any clues, even the Dark Lord, if he wants to find someone in the castle as big as a maze, he can only rely on luck.So he'd have to find the wand first, and Legilimency would be a good way to find more clues.

As for how to find the wand-could Quirrell give such an important thing to the enemy without doing anything?Although the connection he made with the wand was somewhat vague, it was enough for him to find its location.

Avoiding the blood clan all the way, Quirrell stopped at a corner.The room suspected of being a study should be the place where the wand is stored, but when most of the vampires are going to meet foreign enemies, there are still four vampires guarding the door of that room.

Rush out and knock people down?Or find another way?

Hesitating slightly, Quirrell backed away.If there are only two or even three enemies, Quirrell may choose to attack by force, but it doesn't matter if one of the four blood races runs away and attracts the siege of other blood races.But if Drake was in any danger, it wouldn't be worth the candle.

Quirrell looked around and opened the door closest to him.Before he had time to look at the environment of the room, Quirrell walked directly towards the window.Through the window, he could see a large number of vampires in the garden below the castle, but only a small part of them could use magic, and some wizards possessed spells specially used to deal with vampires, making them suffer Can not heal quickly after injury, can only withdraw from the battle.But after all, this is the territory of the vampires. Although there are many wizards who launch attacks, they are definitely not as many as the vampires. Moreover, the speed and melee combat ability of the wizards are really poor. Once they are close, they will not die or be injured.The current situation is that the two warring parties are at a stalemate, but at every moment, blood clans are reduced to ashes, or wizards fall to the ground dripping with blood.

To Quirrell's surprise, he found Mr. Weasley's figure among the attacking wizards—a bald head, a huge belly, and a red and green plaid coat that was too conspicuous for a middle-aged man. Who else could it be but Weasley—then, since among the wizards are officials from the British Ministry of Magic and the elite of the Order of the Phoenix, are these wizards organized by the Ministry of Magic, or the Order of the Phoenix?

Quirrell rubbed his chin. Although he also intentionally dragged the wizards of the official and white paths into the fight against the blood clan at the beginning, he really didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.Raising his eyebrows, Quirrell temporarily put aside the official affairs related to the changes in the situation of various organizations, and rethought his private affairs.

The room separated by three windows is the study. Quirrell leaned on the window frame and jumped out of the window. The next moment, a humanoid creature with huge wings on its back flew through the three windows like the wind and entered the study!

It was another blood clan who had withdrawn from the battlefield. He clutched his wound and ran towards the blood bank quickly.But the sudden appearance of a red light made him fall to the ground before he even had time to snort.He didn't lose his sanity, but he was so stiff that he couldn't even control his eyeballs and eyelids.He could only watch helplessly as a strange man came out of the corner, and then pointed his wand at his head: "Inspirit."

The route inside the house was not restricted by the contract, so even if the will of this vampire was strong enough, the Dark Lord was still able to dig out useful information from his head.

Showing the first relaxed smile in the past few days, Quirrell waved his wand, and a line of blood appeared on the blood clan's neck. When the valueless blood clan was wiped out, Quirrell had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Draco is still in the dungeon because Grindelwald doesn't want to escape from here, let alone protect him from here.

"Haven't you been in jail enough?"

Grindelwald's hand flipping the book paused briefly: "No."

Draco was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes, but he forced himself to calm down, because the old bastard in front of him was his only way out: "So, can you tell me why?"

"Because here I can get the peace I want."

"This place is like a cemetery!"

"Yes, otherwise, where else can the dead be peaceful?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot that vampires die once. But, can't you treat this as a second life? There's really nothing out there that you long for?"

"No." Grindelwald sighed and closed the book, "I have already ended what should be ended, and there is nothing in this world that I want."

“家人？朋友？情人？仇敌？”德拉克快要急疯了，但是面对着他的焦急，格林德沃却只是不停地摇头，而且嘴角嘴角还挂着欠揍的笑容。Draco kept asking himself what to do, but the clever mind that had always made him extremely proud was blank now, after all, there was too little that he could use in this situation.But just give up like this?That's clearly not a Malfoy trait.

"You think you have nothing, so you give up? But don't you still have yourself? Although you say you are dead, you are still alive! You can eat, drink, see and hear, and you You can still..." Prince Platinum blushed a bit, but continued to say, "You can still have sex, start a family, have a partner and offspring. So, you have nothing but to be a living dead here ?”

"Strigoi are living dead in a certain sense." Grindelwald said, "You are still young, and many things are just easy to say. In fact, I don't think I have nothing. On the contrary, I know that as long as I want, I can I have everything. But I'm tired, tired, and want to rest."

"In this case, why did you protect me and Mikael? Even changed Mikael's diaper?"

"You are just a short-lived pastime in my boredom. You and your brother are just passers-by to me. It's like you saw two cute stray dogs on the street and happened to have leftover lunch in your hand, so Feel free to feed it."

Draco's face was flushed, he was insulted as a stray dog ​​for the first time, but he was not qualified to be angry.He lowered his head, tears streaming down his cheeks: "Please, Mikael will die if he stays here, I can't protect him from being discovered by other blood races. I'll be your stray dog ​​or whatever .There are many places where you can find the peace of the dead, and it doesn't have to be here. I beg you, take us away."

"What about your self-esteem and pride, Draco? Mr. Malfoy?"

"Self-esteem and pride are just two masks, and family is the only one."

"So what if I kill your brother and just take you away? Will you be grateful to me, or hate me?" Grindelwald stood up and looked down at Draco.

Draco took a step back in fright. He didn't quite understand how Grindelwald suddenly became a sinister and weird devil from the pure and lustless hermit just now.

"I hate your face of sacrificing for your family, but you suddenly reminded me of a game. Anyway, blood races have a long life, so I can play with you."

Before Drake could say anything, Grindelwald rushed out holding him.

Two minutes later, Quirrell opened the door of the dungeon, but he didn't even see a single mouse.

"Damn it!" The clue was lost just after being found, and Quirrell could only resort to the last resort—to catch the old prince pretending to be a housekeeper!Trade him for Drake and Mikael!

And Quirrell's goal Gerald.Lesenbu was fighting with a powerful wizard, his face suddenly filled with terror: "No! Gellert, why are you leaving?" After finishing speaking, he would rather bear the opponent's blow than himself Turned into a bat and flew towards the east...