Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Lucius Malfoy was sitting on the sofa in the living room of his manor, and he held the snake stick tightly in his hand, and then loosened it tightly, so as to relieve the pressure in his heart.He still had a glimmer of hope—hope that Catterseid had really just been stumbled upon by the Dark Lord, that the cunning fellow had tricked the Dark Lord, and that the diary business would remain a secret.Yes, he hoped so, after all that was the best ending for him.

But what about the facts?

The hand holding the snake stick convulsed, because the moment he thought of the "fact", the cold fear welled up in his heart.The Dark Lord would summon him tonight, and it was likely that he would see other Death Eaters besides the angry Dark Lord.Next, there will be a feast of dealing with traitors, just like the one he once watched, but no matter the main course or the rum, there will be only "Lucius Malfoy".

It's not just cold, Lucius even feels a little sick from fear.He bit his lip, took a deep breath, and refused to think about what he had.This summoning was requested by him, and the Dark Lord's permission had been obtained as soon as Severus asked, obviously, the other party was also waiting for him.

Clearly, then, he still had a chance at life, because it was obvious that the Dark Lord had been waiting for him.Therefore, in this summoning, as long as he can keep a low profile, sincerely beg for mercy, and pay enough bargaining chips, he still has a chance of survival.Lucius subconsciously touched the left pocket of his robe. There were several property transfer documents and a key to the Gringotts vault. These would be gifts from the Malfoy family to celebrate the return of the Dark Lord.

Of course, in view of the unusual courtship behavior of the Dark Lord more than a month ago, Lucius also put a portable folding medicine box in his right pocket.It includes a bottle of lubricant, two bottles of painkillers, two bottles of blood tonic, a bottle of bone life spirit, and a bottle of extremely precious potion - the light of life, as long as the user still has a breath, no matter whether it is a missing arm or a broken arm Legs are still disemboweled, and this bottle of medicine can make people whole within 2 minutes.Lucius felt that these potions would at least ensure that he returned to his home alive, and then crossed the fireplace to seek help from his potions master friend.

When the time reached 05:30, Lucius suddenly felt a warmth in his left arm, and then he heard the voice of the call directly through the soul.

To be honest, he is not used to such a gentle call...

Following the guidance of the marker, Lucius found himself in a forest. The dense woodland made it look abnormally dark.This made Lucius's heart sink, but fortunately, there were no other Death Eaters participating in the feast, only the Dark Lord sitting on a chair reading a book—the milky white light ball hanging above his head was also the same. The only light source around. "Lord." The moment he found Quirrell, Lucius half-kneeled on the ground.But this time, the Dark Lord didn't let him get up immediately, he was still sitting there concentrating on reading a book, Lucius with his head lowered could clearly hear the sound of the pages turning.

It seemed that the Dark Lord was very relaxed, but Lucius felt that the air around him was extremely oppressive. Silence was more imaginative than cursing, and it was also more frightening.

Then, Lucius heard a rustling sound from behind him.Of course, this is a forest, and it is normal for one or two animals to pass by here.But Lucius just couldn't take his attention from the rustle!Then he heard an extremely familiar "hissing" sound, coming from in front of him, the Dark Lord reading a book, 11 years ago, he could always hear the Dark Lord talking to his pet snake with this voice!

Lucius felt his forehead start to sweat, and then he saw silvery white scales.The color of the scales was supposed to suit the Malfoy family's aesthetics, and Lucius would be happy to have them on his belt, shoes, wallet, or the edge of his party dress, but that didn't mean he wanted to see a huge, living one. , A giant snake with its mouth wide open and baring two fangs at him appeared in front of him! The sound of "hissing" sounded again, this time it was from the giant snake, and the blood-red snake letter was dangling in front of Lucius' eyes. "Nagini said, I want to play with you, let's stay with her for a while." Quirrell closed the book, said the first sentence of the night, and successfully blocked the plea of ​​the platinum nobleman, "Don't worry, Nagini Ginny is gentle, she won't strangle your bones."

Lucius knew that this was a punishment, and since there was a punishment, it meant that he would be forgiven after the punishment.Feeling the icy giant snake wrap around his body, Lucius trembled a little, but breathed a sigh of relief.After all, as scary as it was, it was actually a lot better than he had imagined.

Quirrell closed the book, and the "play" between Nagini and Lucius made him unable to concentrate on the book!

Nagini was rubbing against Lucius' cheek with the snake's head, and her body was winding around Lucius's body bit by bit. Lucius' platinum blonde hair became messy. He closed his eyes and frowned slightly. He spoke, his lips became pale because of being too tight, and he didn't moan, but his rapid and heavy breathing was so clear.His body trembled, the pure black wizard robe was tightened by the white snake, and the neckline was forced open by the twisting of the snake, revealing his pale chest...

Quirrell, who was still stern, groaned in his heart—in this situation, is he punishing Lucius or himself? !He's about to get a nosebleed!However, even if he really had a nosebleed, he wouldn't look away!

Quirrell stared at Lucius. In fact, platinum aristocrats are not so much beautiful as they are gorgeous, noble and elegant. The word beautiful is very suitable for the 17-year-old him, but he is 36 years old after all. A grown mature man.The lines of the face are no longer soft, although the masculine edges and corners are not so obvious on his face, they do exist.His figure is no longer the flexible and slender figure of a teenager. Although he is slightly thin, his shoulders are definitely wide enough and his chest is thick enough. Of course, his waist is not as slender as a woman's, but it is absolutely It can be regarded as a wasp waist, coupled with narrow and more upturned buttocks and slender legs...

Quirrell touched his nose. Fortunately, he didn't have a nosebleed, but unfortunately, his lower body obviously reacted.After all, the scene in front of me was too "delicious". "Nagini, we're leaving." "Actually, I think this is quite fun and warm." Nagini was still entangled with Lucius, and inadvertently tightened his grip, the poor platinum noble let out a cry Groaning brokenly, the even more pitiful Dark Lord felt that he would turn into a beast at any moment. "It's time to go, Nagini." "Okay, okay~" Nagini nodded helplessly, and licked Lucius' face with a snake letter. "Goodbye, my toy." Lucius said His face became paler in an instant, and Quirrell wondered if he would faint.Then Nagini left, and Lucius fell to his knees trembling on the grass: "Lord..."

Quirrell stood up and covered his lower abdomen with a book. He was sure that the Malfoy family definitely did not have Veela bloodlines as in the legend. What kind of strange bird seduces men through magic?They are definitely of the succubus lineage - true seductive and depraved demons. "No next time, Lucius, no next time." Quirrell's voice was much lower than normal, and Lucius trembled, which he thought was due to the anger of the Dark Lord.Just now, Nagini tightened his body several times and brought the snake's head close to his head. He thought that he would be swallowed by the giant snake in the next moment!

Horrible punishment, Lucius would rather have a few broken ribs, or be tortured with Cruciatus.At least the pain is physical and can be truly felt and endured, instead of facing the fear of being swallowed up at any time.He felt like a guinea pig, and the Dark Lord was staring at his giant snake, which was full and didn't want to eat, but it was a good pastime to play with its prey. "Lord, the Ministry of Magic..." "What?" "Of the three dead, one was Pettigrew Peter, and the Dark Mark was found on his arm. The news was blocked." "Then?"

Quirrell's voice seemed a little angry and impatient, and Lucius knew that the impatience was because of him—and it was true, but there was a "slight" misunderstanding—so he spoke faster: "Peter's case back then, Sirius Black was imprisoned, and now the attitude of the Ministry of Magic is divided into two factions, one faction headed by Barty Crouch, who advocates a retrial of the case of the year, and one faction headed by Fudge, who believes that Black should still stay in Azkaban .You once asked me to try to inherit the Black family, but once Sirius Black is released from prison, he will be the first heir to the Black family. Moreover, he is also the godfather of Harry Potter."

Quirrell returned to the chair this time, and of course, the book was still on his stomach.He had Sirius Black in his memory, and although there was not much plot, it was enough for him to understand this person—this is a spoiled bastard with no sense of responsibility.

When the conflict between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix gradually became sharper, and the Death Eaters' power was going uphill, he abandoned his family and entered Gryffindor College.He probably didn't know that his parents suffered almost a dozen Cruciatus for this, knelt at Voldemort's feet, weeping and begging without dignity, and contributed almost one-third of the family's property before leaving His little life, right?

Without informing Dumbledore, without telling anyone, he had replaced the Secret Keeper with his mouse friend.The result is tragic, of course, but also comic.Because his friend's family was almost dead, and Voldemort was blown away.

Finally, in the era of frantically hunting down the Death Eaters, when most of the Black family died on death row, he didn't defend himself, so he entered Azkaban so honestly.For redemption?But compared to staying in Azkabarh, raising the orphan of a good friend in a healthy way, or taking on the burden of the family, turning the once "evil and dark" Slytherin family into a "kind and noble" Gryffindor The family is more in line with the meaning of redemption, right?

Or is this another difference between Eastern and Western thinking?Of course, now is not the time for him to think about a difficult philosophical question, the platinum nobleman is still kneeling there waiting for his answer.