Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Looking at Harry who was staring at him, Ron felt very complicated.Harry is his idol, but now this idol has entered the "enemy camp", so should he continue to worship, or should he separate himself from him?

Ron, who was thinking about his own thoughts, completely ignored the reason why Harry jumped out until Harry drew his wand-in the first two days of school, Harry probably didn't even know how to use the Levitating Charm, but he still pretended to be of.

"Redhead, sorry!"

The wand was almost stuck in his nostril, and Ron finally came back to his senses: "Hey, Harry, don't do this."

"Sorry! Also, you are not allowed to call me Harry!"

"Sorry for what?" Ron's face was almost as red as his hair, but just because Harry refused his affectionate address, he still didn't realize what he had offended the savior.

"You insulted Professor Quirrell, apology, Weasley." Drake, who had been standing beside Harry, also stood up.

"Hey! Pretentious Malfoy, your family should go into Azkaban! What right do you have to order me?!" Ron couldn't get angry at Harry, but he could do whatever he wanted when facing Weasley's old enemy Malfoy .

"Red-haired skunk with too many babies to wear forever in old clothes!" The situation escalated, and Draco rushed forward, shoving Ron's shoulder.

Of course Ron's friends have to stand up to help him, and Crabbe and Goyle, who have been following Drake, can't make Drake suffer.Moreover, the class time was approaching at this time, and other Slytherins and Gryffindors also began to gather on this road, so the situation naturally escalated!

First, the first-year students fought together, and then the senior students appeared, and small curses and even poisonous curses began to appear in this narrow corridor.

Quirrell was about to teach the second grade, and his brows had been cursing for the past two days—because the students were in very bad condition, even if a vacation was wasted, it shouldn't be so bad.The only good thing is that their spells are well mastered.

"Whoosh!" The red curse light suddenly rushed out, Quirrell waved his hand reflexively, and the spell disappeared, but more spells shot out from upstairs.

What happened?Are the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts?

Using protective magic against the curse, Quirrell rushed up to the second floor.Then, instead of Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix, he saw Hogwarts and Gryffindor everywhere.

"Boom! Boom!" Quirrell raised his wand, and the tip of the wand made a huge explosion, "Stop all of them!" Looking at the wounded on the ground, Quirrell finally understood why the battle spells of the Lion and Snake Academy were well mastered. Is it true that true knowledge comes from practice?

"Fifty points from Gryffindor! Fifty points from Slytherin! Because you used spells to attack your classmates!" Quirrell waved his wand, and stopped the bleeding of a student with a bad head, "If you can move, Come help your classmates with me! Those who are seriously injured don’t move, raise your hand and tell me!”

The silver beast jumped out from the tip of Quirrell's staff, and quickly and lightly ran to the other side of the passage to inform the other professors.

When Dumbledore and the deans of the other four colleges arrived, Quirrell had initially controlled the situation.The seriously injured have been sent to the medical wing by his classmates, and the slightly injured have been successfully cured with magic spells.

Quirrell, who was free, had already inquired about the cause and process of the incident. It was ridiculous that the three perpetrators—Harry, Draco, and Ron—were squeezed into an empty classroom next to them by the students who were fighting. So it was unharmed, but it looked a little frightened.

"Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect such a thing to happen. Fortunately, the students are not in danger. However, since the cause of this matter is me, I hope this matter can be handled by me." Quirrell said to When Dumbledore said so, the three little guys lined up behind him with their heads down.

"Professor Quirrell, they are still children, and it is understandable for them to be enthusiastic as children."

"However, their actions have hurt their classmates. This time it was just bloodshed. Who knows if someone will die next time. This kind of problem in principle cannot be exonerated just because they are children."

"It seems that I cannot refuse your request." Dumbledore sighed.

"Yes." Quirrell nodded, "Professor McGonagall, I know there will be a transformation class after the two of them, please forgive me for taking up part of your time." Afterwards, Quirrell walked to his office with the three children go.

"Sit." Pointing to the beige sofa, Quirrell smiled at the three children, which was very inconsistent with his aggressive appearance just now.Including Harry, who lived with Quirrell for a period of time, the three children did not understand why Quirrell was so inconsistent.But as a child, I still have my own little cunning.

They shook their heads at the same time, and then looked at Quirrell with apologetic eyes.

Quirrell still smiled, but said in his heart: Little guys, I have never used such a naive method in my previous life.But on the surface, he sighed helplessly, as if he was shaken by a soft heart.So the three little animals continued to work harder.

Quirrell looked at them and shook his head, then turned and passed a candy box over his desk: "Are you scared?"

Delicious candies, newly made to order from Honeydukes Candy Shop in Hogsmeade, boring for seniors who can hang out in Hogsmeade on certain weekends, but good for the three little ones now They are, however, attractive.

Quirrell put the box in front of Harry first, and both Draco and Ron had expressions of "as expected" on their faces.

Of course Harry knew about Quirrell's candy box, and he also knew that Quirrell didn't really like sweets very much, and that his box had been there for his students from the first day it was there.Although Harry had already eaten the candy in the box, he really didn't expect it to be like this for the first time as a student.

Harry awkwardly took an ice mouse, but before he could put the mouse in his mouth, Quirrell said again: "Give it to Ron."

"Huh?" All three children were stunned.

"No matter what Ron did, you pulled your wand on your classmates in the corridor. You did it wrong. Do you admit it, Harry?"

Harry bit his upper lip, but finally nodded reluctantly: "Yes, I was wrong, Professor."

"Give the candy to Ron, then, and confess to him."

"I'm sorry, Ron, I was wrong."

"No, no, I, I was also at fault. I..." Ron blushed again, and he only now remembered what he had said before, but judging from the current situation, this professor is actually good, he did say at the time Wrong words.

"Then, Ron, you pick one too."

Ron looked up, and he noticed that Quirrell looked in the direction of Draco intentionally or unintentionally when he asked him to choose.So, Ron couldn't help showing a smirk, and he picked a pile of cockroaches.And Drake also noticed Quirrell's eyes, looking at the struggling and wriggling bug in Ron's hand, Drake's little face turned blue instantly.

However, if Quirrell's thoughts let them guess it, then he is not Quirrell.

After Ron made the selection, he looked at Drake with provocative eyes, expecting Quirrell to let him transfer the pile of cockroaches, but Quirrell never spoke.Ron looked at Quirrell suspiciously, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still smiling, but what he said made Ron shudder instantly from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.He said, "Eat, Ron."

"Pfft!" Harry and Drake couldn't help laughing at the same time.

"Professor Qi, Quirrell?!" Ron finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

"You don't want to eat, do you?" Quirrell touched Ron's head, and Ron was stunned for a moment. He has too many brothers, and there is also a little sister who is the most happy for his parents. In his memory, the last time When did his parents touch his head so tenderly?

Ron bowed his head and nodded silently.

"It was you who spoke ill of your classmates first. Azkaban is a prison full of dementors. Only the most heinous people will be imprisoned in it. But you cursed your classmate's family like this. Draco and your classmates years old, and you didn't even meet him before Hogwarts started. Why are you cursing him like that? Just because he's a Slytherin? Or because his last name is Malfoy?"

"I..." Ron was a little excited and a little confused.In his worldview before the age of 11, what the people around him told him was that Slytherin was guilty!Malfoy should go to hell for being mean and shameless!

But when Quirrell asked him like this, he really didn't know why...

"The cockroach pile is disgusting to you, and to Draco as well. If you don't want to eat him, will the others like it? Choose again, and apologize to Draco." To Gryffindor You have to act both hard and soft. These children are not stupid, and their natures are not bad, but they have few tendons in their heads and are unwavering in what they believe.Therefore, it is difficult to change their beliefs, but as long as they find the right entry point, the collapse of beliefs will not last for a while.

"Yes, Professor." Ron's eyes were a little red, and he picked out a bloody lollipop. "I think you'll probably like this, Draco. And, before, I'm sorry."

"Well, I accept your apology, Weasley." Draco raised his eyebrows and accepted the candy from Ron.And Quirrell's candy box finally came in front of Drake: "You are the first to strike, Drake, Slytherin's cunning, Malfoy's elegance, are you feeding the trolls? You a little Not like a Malfoy in Slytherin, but like a Muggle brawler in a street fight. Rude! Brash! Brash! Funny!"

The last bit of uneasiness in Ron's heart because of Draco's posturing disappeared in the sound of Quirrell's reprimand.He felt that he clearly felt that Draco was hit by a sharp arrow, and then his body was shattered - so pitiful...

Ron looked at Harry and asked with his eyes: "Should we persuade him?"

The two little animals stepped forward together: "Professor..."

"what's up?"

"No, it's nothing." The professor is so scary. It's not that we don't save you, Drake, it's really powerless.

"Draco, who are you?" Quirrell suddenly asked after a hearty reprimand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy?" Poor kid, not sure who he really was.

"It's good to know. Next time, no matter what you do, ask yourself who you are. Then think about whether what you are going to do matches your surname." Quirrell also felt that he was a bit too much, But thinking about the young man in his memory who was dealing with the family among the great nobles at the age of 17, he had no choice but to love this child deeply and deeply.I don't know if Lucius protected him too much because his childhood was not beautiful. This child is almost like a flower in a greenhouse.

When Draco handed Ron a bar of chocolate, his pale face turned almost blue.But before it was over, Quirrell took out a large box of chocolates and told them to give them to the implicated classmates one by one.

"The three of you go together, whether it's Gryffindor or Slytherin."

"Understood, Professor." The three children are now extremely honest.

Watching them close the door and leave, Quirrell suddenly thought of a question—his class has already started for 10 minutes...