Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

The elf who was first drugged by Voldemort was brought by Regulus from the Black family, so Quirrell can be sure that only the elf escaped and survived the premise that Dumbledore did not know the existence of the Horcrux at this moment. Only by telling Regulus about the matter could the Horcrux be lost.What's more, this last signature is clearly the initials of that stupid child's name.

"Lily!" Quirrell called out to the elf who took care of him.

"Yes, Master Quirrell, what are your orders?" The elf bowed respectfully, her long nose almost hitting the floor.

"The way you suddenly appear is also a kind of apparition, right?"

"Yes, Master Quirrell." Although Lily didn't know why Quirrell asked these questions, her instinct of obeying orders made her answer without hesitation.

"Let me ask you, is there any place in the wizarding world that appears that you can't use apparition to enter?" That is to say, at least in Hogwarts, most wizards cannot apparate, but elves can't. All can be easily done.

"Yes." Lily trembled, and it caused her fear. I don't know if it was because of the memory of those mysterious places that they could not enter or leave, or because of the way Quirrell looked at her at this time...

"Have?"

"Yes, because of the master's order, the master forbids us to enter."

"Damn it!" Quirrell cursed, because Lily replied that they could not enter unless the master strictly prohibited them, otherwise, they could still enter!At that time, Voldemort did not seem to be the master of the elf, nor did he forbid the elf to go home.Now, his guess has been fully confirmed.

Lily shook even more from his swearing and started banging her head on the floor, "Master Quirrell said Lily should die! Lily did wrong things and said wrong things!"

Quirrell is in a very disturbed mood now, he has no time to deal with the hysteria of an elf - as the Dark Lord, his predecessor doesn't know what it means to cut grass and roots?What an incompetent piece of trash!

Lily, who has been doing knocking exercises beside her, clearly saw that Quirrell's eyes turned as red as blood, and because of the panic, the elves hit more violently and faster...

Nagini, who has been on the sidelines, also discovered this, but for her, it doesn't matter whether Tom or Querrey, black eyes or red eyes, as long as he is the one he knows, so, Nagini He just twisted his body twice and coiled himself tighter.

Lily left, and Quirrell sat on the couch counting the existing Horcruxes.

Both the journal and the locket were lost, but the clues were obvious, and even the locket was a little easier to find.It's just that it takes time to find either one.

Ravenclaw's diadem is at Hogwarts, and Quirrell has decided to take it back when he visits the basilisk tomorrow.

Hufflepuff's gold cup is in the treasury of Lestrange's Gringotts, but the two Lestranges who are eligible to enter have all lived in Azkaban for a long time. The lunatic fished it out, and he didn't want to rob Gringotts-think about how miserable it will be when you become a Gringotts denial account!Regardless of Garen, Nat, or Xi Ke, you can only put them in the cellar of your own house, and call your family members to count them out one by one when you need them, and then put them in sacks by yourself...

Although Nagini has always been by his side, Voldemort distributed the soul piece to Nagini not simply to make her a tool for his own resurrection, but also to let her have stronger power and a longer life.And the obsession contained in this piece of soul is also the part that Voldemort thinks he least needs-the obsession with appetite.And in order not to affect Nagini, unless he is absolutely sure, Quirrell is not going to operate on the snake girl.

The soul film on Harry Potter, on the one hand, has the same reason as Nagini, on the other hand, it is because of Lily Potter's blood protection magic, he can't move him.

And the last remaining resurrection stone ring he put in Gaunt's old house... the black magic used for protection in that place, even Voldemort himself would feel headaches. If Quirrell wants to get the resurrection stone back, he must make sufficient preparations. Said to wait until the end of this semester, next year's holiday.

Quirrell frowned, always feeling that he seemed to have something to do today, but he didn't do it, but he couldn't remember what it was.

The next day, Sunday, Quirrell awoke with a terrible headache, like a hangover.He seemed to be dreaming all night, but when he awoke he had completely forgotten what the dream was about and only vaguely remembered that it was an unpleasant nightmare.

Just after taking two bites of breakfast, someone knocked on the door. Quirrell threw the porridge spoon a little irritablely, and walked to the door aggressively. Because he suddenly remembered that he was a teacher and the people outside might be students, he slowed down and opened the door Actions.

"Harry?"

"Hello, Professor Quirrell." Harry looked very nervous. While looking at Quirrell, he couldn't help but look towards the corner of the corridor. Quirrell followed his eyes and saw that he disappeared quickly. gown angle.

"Oh~ okay." Quirrell crossed his arms, smirked at Harry, and leaned against the door frame, "What's the matter? Harry."

"Professor, I just want to ask, Monday, tomorrow, the class of the first grade..." The defense against the dark arts class of the first grade is arranged on Monday, which happens to be the day of the opening ceremony, so until the Monday of the second week, which is tomorrow, They will have their first class.This made the newly enrolled little animals, who had clearly seen the miserable experiences of seniors and sisters in other grades, have to fear for their future.

Therefore, after knowing that Harry and Professor Quirrell have a very good relationship, the blue-eyed kitten was pushed to inquire about the news.

"Don't worry, Harry. You are in the first grade after all, aren't you? You just entered school, and you are only 11 years old. I won't treat you as harshly as I treat the seniors, but I won't treat you too easily, after all, the basics are the same. Play well. However, I can reveal to you that on Monday, I will change the way the entire Hogwarts learns Defense Against the Dark Arts, starting with your first year."

"Uh, is, is it?" Harry felt that there was no difference between what Professor Quirrell said and what he didn't say. "Then, I'm looking forward to the class taught on Monday."

"Harry!" Seeing Harry turning to leave, Quirrell called out to him in a strange way.

"What's the matter, Professor?"

"Did you feel that something is wrong these days? Uncomfortable? I mean..." Quirrell vaguely pointed to his forehead. On Harry's forehead, the same place was the famous lightning scar .

"Oh, I..." Harry looked distressed, he hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to say it, "Professor, I had a headache yesterday, and I had nightmares all night, but I couldn't remember what it was Dream—I don’t know if it’s the scar, because the pain has made me unable to tell whether it’s the scar or the whole head. Besides, we’ve been busy with homework these days, Luo Eun said I was just lacking sleep."

"Are you with that Gryffindor?"

"Yes, and Hermione, last time you asked us to distribute chocolates to the injured students, we all felt that although Gryffindor was a little impulsive, he was actually pretty good. Hermione is a smart girl, even Draco has to admit this." Harry said excitedly, there are many adults around Harry, and although his uncle and aunt are his parents in name, they are not worthy of his trust.Hagrid was warm and straightforward, but at best he could only be regarded as a big friend by him.Professor Snape felt safe, but that kind of sternness and ferocity was not something an 11-year-old kid dared to approach.

Only Quirrell is an elder who makes him want to be close and dependable.And for Harry, who lacked the love of his father and mother since he was a child, he very much hopes that his happiness can be shared with his elders.

"How could you be with that..." Quirrell paused, what did he want to say about "that"?Mudblood?But his own soul itself was a Muggle!

For what happened to him, when Quirrell didn't realize it, it happened and it happened.Once he realized, that terrible feeling of something wrong made his back drenched in cold sweat almost instantly!

"Professor Quirrell? Professor Quirrell?"

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"What were you talking about just now? Sorry, your voice was too low, I didn't hear you clearly. Also, thank you for the chocolates. I wanted to return you by mail ordering a box, but Drake said that it was a rare special high-end Chocolate, we..."

"It's okay, Harry." Quirrell forced himself to remain calm. He bent down and patted Harry's head—I don't know if it was a psychological effect. The pain caused by this contact was stronger than the previous few times, even , Harry also had a tingling sensation.

"Oh!" Harry yelled, subconsciously turning his head away.

"Sorry, the woolen robe may be charged with static electricity." Quirrell waved his hands awkwardly, "You know, those candies were originally prepared for you, and the salary of Hogwarts professors is very generous, and the school also arranges professors. I don’t have a lot of places to spend money on food and lodging. Those candies are nothing, well, Harry, your friends seem to be waiting, hurry up and join them.”

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded shyly, and said goodbye to Quirrell.At this time, Harry was no longer cautious and restrained like an abused child when they first met, but like a shy little boy—Slytherin's aristocratic style had obviously begun to affect him, "Goodbye, Professor."

Quirrell saw Harry off with a smile one moment ago, and closed his door tightly in cold sweat the next moment!

What the hell happened?Had the Dark Lord's consciousness suddenly started vying with him for dominance?Am I about to cease to be me?The Dark Lord is coming back?

Quirrell was thinking in a mess, he spun around the room nervously, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his messy hair stuck to his face one by one, which made him look even more embarrassed.

"Querry, what's wrong with you?" Nagini crawled over worriedly.

"Me?! I'm fine, I just... I should... I..." Startled, Quirrell stopped, shaking his head in a flustered expression.

"No! No! No!" The snake language suddenly changed into Chinese, and Quirrell held his head tightly. This is wrong. Even if he was forced to "watch" Voldemort's memory after his death, he had never been so flustered.Although he thought that he couldn't make the mountain collapse before him without changing his expression, at least he wouldn't be a waste who would become flustered and timid when things happen!

Quirrell rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and plunged his head under the cold water.

"Nagini, I may not be able to see Eisen with you today." Half an hour later, Quirrell, who was dripping wet, came out of the bathroom, but he didn't feel better. The head is still heavy, and... the magic power is out of control, like the magic riot of the little wizard before the age of 11!

"Plop!" Quirrell knelt down at the door of the bathroom, he... couldn't control it...

The imminent danger made Quirrell seek help subconsciously. As a result, all the marked Death Eaters covered their left arms due to severe pain!I believe that if Hogwarts hadn't banned apparation, Quirrell's room would be full of Death Eaters now, and these dark wizards who gathered for various purposes would feel pain when seeing their master so weak , Whether they are saving people or killing people is unknown.

And of all those marked, only three had waited long enough to enter Quirrell's office.

Clutching his arms, Lucius stumbled out of Snape's fireplace, just bumping away the Potions Master who was about to enter the fireplace.Quirrell didn't "transform" the Dark Mark to Lucius last time, and the nobleman was so painful that he even started to convulse.Even though Snape was much better than him, his left arm was starting to tremble.

"I thought he was just calling me." Lucius suspected that his refusal yesterday had angered the Dark Lord, but it didn't seem to be the case now. "What happened?"

"You should see that I don't know more than you." Snape snorted angrily, dragged Lucius into the fireplace, "Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office!"

"Oh! Merlin!" The two people who came out of the fireplace were almost split into pieces by the ferocious magic storm. It was Quirrell's amulet that saved their lives, and the green energy shield wrapped the two people safely, even because of the distance. Get close enough and the two shields overlap, becoming sharper and thicker.

Snape squinted and couldn't help thinking that if all the Dark Lord's amulets were like this, then once a group of Death Eaters stood together... the poor and useless Order of the Phoenix would simply seek death when facing them.

"Hiss!" The two who were about to walk out of the fireplace were blocked by a giant snake. Of course, it was Nagini. She coiled there, showing her fangs to the two intruders. She, that is, she can attack them through the walls.

It is not a big problem for two adult mages to deal with a giant python, but the problem is that this python is called Nagini, and her master is the Dark Lord.

"Nagini, we are summoned by our master, we..." Lucius stood up to negotiate with Nagini. Of course, he could not speak Parseltongue.But fortunately, the magic storm stopped just halfway through the words—a mess of flying paper, wood slag, broken glass and the like fell from mid-air.

And Quirrell was sitting at the door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame, his eyes closed tightly, and he seemed to have passed out.

Nagini no longer looked at them, but crawled to Quilo's side. Even though she was rough and fleshy, she was covered in blood from the magic storm just now, but she was obviously more concerned about Quirrell - she didn't know that he How does it feel to take back the soul piece?

Snape looked at Nagini's snake blood winding all over the ground, and took out a glass bottle reflexively. Then, under Lucius' stare, he rolled his eyes helplessly, and put the glass bottle away again. go back.

Quirrell was dazed, and he saw some memories again, but if it was a 2D movie last time, then this time it was a 3D movie, he was very... immersive.

Orphanage, "I" should only be four or five years old. That year a rich man came to the orphanage, and they brought a large bag of popular candy.When the rich were around, Mrs. Cole, the head of the orphanage, could only distribute candy to the children one by one with a distressed expression.

"I" got one, immediately removed the candy wrapper and stuffed it into my mouth.Otherwise, even if Mrs. Cole did not collect the intact candy after the rich man left, the candy would be snatched by the older children.The rich man had performed a show of caring for the poor and the poor, and left with a haughty smile. Of course, Mrs. Cole was going to send those big men off.The people in charge left, but the older children still came over. In this orphanage, it doesn't matter whether there is other people's saliva on the food, the most important thing is to eat it in your own stomach.Compared with those guys who spit out candy, or are too smart to touch the candy at all, the action of "I" is to chew the candy and swallow it.

A fist hit his face, so the sweet taste that filled his mouth was more sweet with the smell of blood—or, sweetness should have the smell of blood in the first place?

Then "I" seemed to grow up a bit, this time it seemed that I had just come out of the confinement room, and had been hungry for a few days, but Quirrell could clearly feel the joy and joy in "I".So "I" came to the backyard, where two children were waiting, holding a roasted rabbit in their hands, and one of the children had a look of fear on his face.

"Very good." "I" said cheerfully, but the rabbit started gnawing on it without hesitation.

The rabbit was actually badly roasted, half burnt and the other half still raw.What makes "I" eat happily is not so much because of the rough food, but rather because of the kind of joy that makes people completely surrender to their feet!Quirrell vaguely remembered that Voldemort always liked to eat roast rabbit after he had done something successfully.

The rabbit and many of the following fragments made Quirrell feel inexplicable. Most of these memories are just the result of Voldemort's series of actions.Then, finally, there was another segment that Quirrell could see clearly-this was the second time Quirrell saw Abraxas Malfoy in Voldemort's memory.

"I" probably just walked into the cellar of Slytherin, the time seems to be very late, there is only one person sitting in the huge student lounge...

Abraxas was drinking red wine with a novel on his lap. When he saw "I", he raised his head and showed a lazy Malfoy smile: "Oh~ I was discovered by you. So, do you want to be my friend?" Accomplice, how about a drink, Riddle?"

It was his first drink, but he knew it was definitely good because "the Malfoys always want the best".Malfoy gently shook the wine glass with one hand, and gently supported his forehead with the other hand. Beautiful, dazzling, rich, and smart—"I" used to be jealous of him, jealous of everything about him, and wanted to replace him!But I don't know when I found out that rather than wanting to replace him, it's better to say I want to "own" him... But, no, the current "I" is just a poor boy!

The pure wine tastes bitter, but one day, I will be able to taste the taste of fine wine with you again!

Quirrell opened his eyes suddenly, it was hard to believe that the Dark Lord had unrequited love for old Malfoy?But why didn't he keep his word when he was in a position of power?Of course, it doesn't mean that he should go to Abraxas.But at least, you won't just watch your lover die, right?

"Lord... are you alright?"

A voice woke Quirrell from his contemplation. What he saw were the slightly stiff faces of Snape and Lucius. Certain scenes from yesterday suddenly appeared before his eyes——Merlin, let me faint !I didn't do what I should do, and I did a lot of what I shouldn't do. I'd better die!

As for the three people and one snake in the room, no one noticed that in the vent, the figure of a mouse flashed away, or... Should it be the third Death Eater who accepted the summon?