Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Because this "war" has affected too many people, almost all professors are assigned to serve as students, and Quirrell is no exception.Whether intentionally or not, he was assigned the eight most famous Gryffindors in grades six and seven, plus the pair of Weasley twins in grade three—all famous and difficult to deal with.

They don't care if they are easy to deal with Quirrell. The problem is that his spare time is spent on research except for lesson preparation, eating, bathing and necessary sleep time. After all, this is directly related to his own life and death.So how was he going to find something to do for these little guys?Are they supposed to copy books?Or ask Severus to borrow two barrels of toads?

"Hey, hello, Professor Quirrell." That night, ten children came to report to Quirrell. Although Fred and George were only in the third grade, their good performance in the past made the other eight senior students very happy Give up leadership.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley." Quirrell raised his head from behind the desk with a smile, and held the children's outstretched hands in turn, but the children looked at him a little strangely , "So, is there anything wrong with me, gentlemen?"

"Oh no, no, of course not."

"Then, gentlemen, it was the principal who asked you to come to me for labor service, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts class doesn't require you to prepare materials, and I don't need you to clean up for me. So, the only thing I thought of was that I can let What you do is come to me to do your homework."

"Homework?!"

"Yes, that's right. My request to you is to do your homework quietly during the two hours of labor service. Of course, if you need any reference books, you can ask me for them by raising your hands, and I will prepare them for you. Okay. Now, I'll give you 15 minutes to go back and get the stationery and textbooks you need, and then you can do your homework in my living room."

If the students assigned to him were Slytherin or Ravenclaw, Quirrell would not take this kind of labor service.But they all happen to be Gryffindors among Gryffindors. Rather than assigning them some weird tasks, it's better to let them get down to earth and do what they should do most.

When the children came back with their things, Quirrell had already prepared a large table and ten chairs for them by using transfiguration—fortunately, the office + bedroom assigned to the professors was big enough, if it was as crowded as in his previous life It is definitely a big problem to squeeze these ten students into the teacher's office.

So, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's labor service began, Quirrell sat in his study and continued to study, and a Gryffindor sat in the living room and did his homework.In the entire office, there is only the sound of the quill writing on the parchment, which is very learning atmosphere~ However, only Quirrell enjoys this atmosphere. Except for a few individuals in Gryffindor, most of them will not be willing to be honest. For quiet people, in fact, this kind of quietness can only be depressing for them.Within 10 minutes, Quirrell, as a professor, became the only one among all the people who focused on his studies.

"Ahem! Professor Quirrell." A seventh grader raised his hand.

Quirrell stopped what he was doing: "Need a reference book?" Quirrell stopped what he was doing.

"No, I just want to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, okay." Quirrell raised his finger to a door. In addition to the bathroom in the bedroom, there is also a bathroom in the living room, which should be for the convenience of guests.The expression on the face of the seventh grade froze for a moment, and several other students who also wanted to raise their hands retracted their hands.Quirrell raised his eyebrows, urine escape is already a well-used strategy.

So the student went to the bathroom honestly, came back honestly and continued to look at the homework in a daze, then became sleepy, and then some people started yawning and wanted to sleep on the table - sleeping for two hours is also very pleasant choose.

"Crack!" A small ball of paper hit the sleeper's head, and Beckman jumped up wiping his saliva, only to realize that he was not in class, nor in the lounge, nor in the library. Museum, "Who? Who?!"

"It's me." Quirrell momentarily averted his eyes from the textbook.

"Uh, Professor Quirrell..."

"Is there a problem, Beckman?"

"No."

"Then please sit down and continue with your homework."

"Yes, Professor."

These children may be behind the scenes, just as Quirrell knows, they often throw big dung eggs at Filch's door, and occasionally set some small traps at the door of Severus' office. Even the good old Professor Flitwick has received A "little gift" from a student, but so far no student has dared to confront the professor head-on.

Just like now, the door of the study room is wide open, and Quirrell can clearly see what the students are doing.Therefore, even the liveliest Weasley twins can only sit there honestly, doing their homework, or staring blankly until the end of the two hours of labor service!

"Oh shit, Filch made us polish our armor for two hours! By hand!"

"Don't complain, we have been stirring the fertilizer for two hours... come and smell me~"

"Taste? No matter how disgusting the fertilizer is, will it be more disgusting than the toad's pustules? I still have to squeeze it with my hands, my stomach is already empty!"

The Gryffindors who came back from the labor service gathered together and chatted, but they were not so much complaining about their horrible labor service as they were comparing each other!It's as if whoever's job is more miserable is the hero.At this time, Fred and the others came back, their clothes were still clean and tidy, and there was no bad smell on their bodies.So, everyone's eyes focused on the ten newcomers.

"Hey! Fred, how are you doing with Professor Quirrell?"

"That's hell...hell...you don't want to know..." Fred's voice faltered a bit, and then the other Gryffindors realized that, it seemed, their eyes were "something" wrong.It was like being under the Imperius Curse, dull and lifeless.

So, following the rumors that Professor Quirrell was a vampire, rumors that Professor Quirrell's labor service club tortured students with curses spread throughout Hogwarts.

Since accepting Quirrell's call that day and donating the diary, Carterside began to prepare for his funeral.Of course, everything was done quietly, and he didn't even tell his wife and children.

Then, this day he finally waited for the second call from Quirrell.Carterside kissed his wife and ten-year-old son, followed the guidance of the Dark Mark, and came to Quirrell...

Quirrell resisted the urge to roll his eyes. How could these guys look like the wizard version of the Ku Klux Klan, with weird and eye-catching costumes.But the wizarding world is very small, and the aristocratic circle in the wizarding world is even smaller. Most of the Death Eaters are familiar with each other. Just simple makeup, or the use of general ignore spells, is not very useful. They can still recognize each other easily. .So if you want to keep the Death Eaters' privacy, it is necessary for them to wear this kind of clothing.

But here comes the problem again. In the wizarding world, nobles control most of the money, factories and land, which means that they control the jobs of most people.And Voldemort has the absolute support of these nobles. Does he need to make the Death Eaters so sneaky?

Quirrell shook his head. He was distracted just now. In fact, he should thank Voldemort and the Death Eaters for their inexplicability. Otherwise, he would have no place to resurrect after being hit by a driver suspected of drunken driving.

"Take off your mask, take off your hood, and make yourself more normal." Quirrell, who still hid his true appearance, leaned against a tree and said to Voldemort's followers.

The Death Eaters did as they did, and when they took off their hoods, they found that those present were all fringe people who were not favored at first, had not participated in many operations, and successfully escaped the death eaters' purge.

"Kill the people in the house, and I will help you when necessary. After that, you can enjoy the glory of killing the Death Eaters."

"Hmm!" The Dark Mark on his left arm suddenly burned, and the unlucky guy couldn't help moaning.Cutside lowered his head even more, he didn't want to see that hapless guy being tortured by Cruciatus.But the truth turned out to be a little different from what he thought, because the Dark Lord didn't torture anyone: "Look at your left arm."

Everyone obediently rolled up the sleeves of their left arms. What they saw was that the Dark Mark had disappeared!

"Don't be stupid, the mark hasn't disappeared, it's just for the convenience of your actions in the future, I've temporarily hidden it. If necessary..."

The mark became hot, and everyone could clearly see that black mark reappeared, but only for a moment, as the heat subsided, the mark disappeared here——Qi Luo was not interested in marking people, but now This mark is the strongest bond between the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, so Quirrell can only use the mark he put on while cursing Voldemort's bastard in his heart-helpless hypocrisy...

Seeing that the mark disappeared again, Carterside breathed a sigh of relief, if they really came to die, then the Dark Lord would definitely not bother to deal with the marks on their arms.But for people, no matter how well prepared they are, it is better not to die than to die.

"Carterside."

"Yes, Lord!"

"This is the list of people in the cabin, don't let anyone go." Quirrell handed the list to Carterside, and the apparition disappeared.But he didn't go far, he appeared on the other side and hid in the dark.He's holding his wand, and he'll do it if necessary!

Peter huddled in a corner of the wooden house. This afternoon, the Dark Lord summoned him and two other people, but he didn't give them exact orders, he just asked them to wait here.For some reason, Peter suddenly had a bad premonition—an animal premonition, and Peter believed his premonition.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!" There was a knock on the door of the wooden house, and Peter's first reaction was to hide in the bathroom!

"Cartside, Bourne are you?"

"Let us in quickly, it is the Lord's order."

"Merlin, that's great. Finally, we don't have to stay here and count cockroaches!" Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had been a mouse for too long, and he had indeed become too timid.But before he opened the door and walked out, things outside changed again!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"There are only two here, and there is one less person!"

Peter turned around in horror and went into a mouse hole, but he seemed to forget that he was still not transformed.So they slammed into the wall miserably, and Carterside outside the door obviously heard the noise, but when they smashed the bathroom door and rushed in, there was no one in the bathroom.

The mouse Peter was running away in the grass, and in the dark night, human eyesight could not detect this life-threatening mouse at all.

Peter understood that he had been betrayed by his master, or rather gave up, and Peter's running speed suddenly slowed down.Even if he escaped, what could he do?Although he won a Merlin Medal, it was in exchange for his suspended animation. If he was known to be alive, then he would be thrown into Azkaban the next moment, and he would even be given a dementor's kiss directly.

Peter the Mouse put his front paws to his head, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong.From entering Hogwarts, in the group of four, Potter is a brave seeker, Black is a handsome nobleman, and Lupine is a smart and good student. Only him is nothing.

He worked hard, in order to get their approval, or to stay with a werewolf on a full moon night, he worked hard to learn Animagus!But it turned out that Lupine was only thankful to Potter and Black, and he was just passed along.Even they keep making fun of his mouse form!In fact, Peter the Mouse is just a goofy clown to them who is ready to be fooled!

For good things no one thinks of him, for bad things they never forget him.Only when needed, they put their arms around his shoulders and said, "Oh~Peter we are friends~".When they don't need it, they say, "Hey, Peter, you sneaky rat!"

Peter curled up behind a stone, the bright world could not accommodate him, and now the master of darkness has abandoned him, what should he do?Will you live like a mouse forever?

"Whoosh!"

"Squeak, squeak! squeak..."

Quirrell knew that Peter had run away, as long as the distance was close enough, Voldemort's Dark Mark could clearly feel the movement of the marked person.But is a mouse safe when it escapes humans?

Quirrell found a snake that was about to enter the hole. There was a bulge on its body that occasionally trembled twice. Obviously, the snake had just eaten, and the food in its stomach was still "fresh".

"Honey, you've eaten the wrong thing, it's giving you indigestion, spit it out." It's just an ordinary grass snake, not a magical creature, not even poisonous.But it obeyed the snake whisperer's order, opened its mouth, and spit out that fat mouse!

"Thank you very much, this is a thank you gift." Quilo gave the snake a piece of the highest-grade dried rat, which was a snack for the snake girl. Quilo was used to carrying it with him, but now it seems that it has a lot of benefits.

The snake swallowed the mouse, turned around and went back to the hole.The mouse that was spit out by it twitched a few more times, and finally turned into a human being again—complete death, making his magic invalid...

"Lord..." Carterside rushed over with the others, the moonlight was very bright, looking at the abnormally twisted corpse on the ground, they could imagine how much pain that person endured before he died!Cold sweat soaked the backs of the Death Eaters in an instant, and they knelt down on the ground in fear.

"I don't need trash."

"Yes, yes, Lord."

"Try to prove to me that you are needed." With a sneer, Quirrell apparated.But when he appeared in his small suburban building, the originally sinister and powerful Dark Lord leaned on a tree and started to vomit!

Quirrell returned to Hogwarts late at night, and he met Professor McGonagall, who was watching the night, so the reason he gave the professor was: "You know, I am a young and healthy adult male wizard, so I have to meet some needs .”

The serious and staid Professor McGonagall blushed instantly, and no longer cared about this young and healthy adult male wizard...

The next day was Sunday. Originally, Quirrell wanted to sleep in. I should really be grateful for those memories of Voldemort. After experiencing the death and murder yesterday, he was fully recovered with just one vomit, but there was a lot of trouble yesterday It was too late, but he needed to sleep late.

But Merlin didn't want him to be lazy, the knight at the gate called him up: "A student is looking for you, Professor Quirrell."

"Oh ~ so I don't like boarding schools, especially when the teacher's dormitory is also in the school, which means that as long as there are students, you have no vacation." Quirrell rubbed his forehead, got up helplessly, and then used magic to move himself Get tidy in 5 minutes.

Lily brought cookies, sandwiches, apple pie, fruit cake and sweet milk tea, and the children were also let in.Therefore, these delicacies are for them, and they are also Quirrell's breakfast.

But Quirrell noticed that these little guys didn't seem to come to ask questions about their studies. Hermione was holding a box full of badges with "SPEW" in it. Ron, Harry and Neville who came in together were With helpless faces, Draco, Zabini, and Grimandi kept their faces tense, as if someone had offended them.

"So, the thing you want to ask me is obviously related to 'vomiting'. Is anyone sick?" Quirrell put down his teacup, because judging from the faces of these little guys, they are absolutely not in the mood to eat, and Quirrell Luo really doesn't have the habit of eating by himself and letting the children watch...