Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

This afternoon, Quirrell just gave each of the little guys a condensed profile—these kids couldn't become as knowledgeable as he was in an instant, but they couldn't be ignorant of research either.

The ten children watched the whole afternoon in Quirrell's living room. Occasionally, there were small arguments and occasional questions to Quirrell, but there were still many things they couldn't understand, but the children watched it seriously.

Draco and Zabini, children of pure-blood nobles, understand what it means if they really research something; Hermione and Ravenclaw's Levis Zabini are out of curiosity; Although Lan Ans of Fupafu just accepted it passively, she was happy to do something with her friends; Neville connected this incident with the situation of his parents. and Ron, although he is not a child who loves to learn, but this is the first time someone has paid so much attention to and helped him out of kindness, so although he is at a loss, he is also working hard to accept knowledge.

When the time came to five o'clock, Quirrell sent several children to the hall for dinner, and the labor service time of several other children also arrived.

"Professor, can we stay for a while? Just for a while?" Hermione hugged her document tightly. She had already read the document in one afternoon, but she only understood one beginning. The amount of knowledge contained in this is absolutely huge.It would be absolutely intolerable for her to have to wait until the following Monday to see the material.

Although the purpose is different, the expressions of the other children show that they are obviously not ready to leave.No one asked to take the material away, and they all understood the importance and confidentiality of this research material.

"Well, as long as I am here, you are always welcome in my office."

"Oh! Thank you, Professor." The children cheered, reluctantly put down the materials, took their own things and left.

At the door, Draco took a few steps before realizing Harry wasn't following.

"Hey! What's up, Scarhead?"

"I was thinking..." Harry wasn't offended by "Scarhead", because Draco was called without the slightest contempt, just a nickname for him.

"what?"

"Isn't Dean Snape in his office at this time?"

"should be."

"Then, I'll go to the Headmaster." Harry took a deep breath.

"You have something important?" Draco's expression was a little weird, he respected their dean, his godfather, but he also knew that the godfather really "sees Harry differently".

"No, it should be just a small thing."

"Then you'd better..."

"I'm going, or I have to go." Harry pursed his lips, just imagining the Snake King spraying er, venom already made his stomach hurt, but as Professor Quirrell said, the dean's hostility towards him , just because the dean imagined him as his father.If they wanted to resolve the hostility, cowardly avoidance would only make things worse, and only getting closer could make the awkward Dean Snape understand that he was Harry Potter, not James Potter.

Harry knew that his idea was a bit - or rather - stupid, but he really didn't want Dean Snape to continue looking at him with that hatred.And this is a matter between him and the dean. If he continues to seek help from Professor Quirrell, the professor may go to the dean to say something, but that is not good for the professor, the dean or himself.

"Shall I accompany you, Scarhead?" Draco patted the Savior on the shoulder.

"Draco..." Harry lowered his head.

"Don't be so moved, Scarhead, we are friends, aren't we?"

"If you call me Scarhead again, I'll add chili powder to your hair potion, or learn the hair removal spell, and make you bald!"

"..."

The other eight children who had stopped to wait for them were laughing beside them, the platinum prince's face turned red, and the savior, like a hero who had won the war, stood upright towards the stairs leading to the second floor go.

Snape was brewing the potion, and only at this moment, the tense face of the Potions Professor would relax, become natural, calm, even soft and happy.He loved Lily Evans, and after that woman died, his lover became a potion.

But just as he was immersed in the potion, there was a knock on the door.Snape suddenly woke up from the world of potions, he became tense again, became stiff, became cold, became cold and full of thorns for self-defense!Looking at the time, he thought it was the little trolls who were serving the labor service, so the vicious old bat showed a sinister smile, and took out two large buckets of green-spotted slugs from the cabinet.

"Phew!" The door in front of Harry slammed open, and the blue-eyed kitten who was about to knock on the door a second time almost knocked on his dean.

"Look who is this? Harry Savior Potter? So, why would you visit your Potions professor at dinner time? Or do you think, I'll be flattered by your visit and prepare a sumptuous dinner ?”

Harry was stunned for a moment, but that was only in Snape's view. In fact, Harry was "translating" according to the method taught by Quirrell.Remove those "wonderful" adjectives, turn rhetorical questions into statements, and all he gets is: Harry Potter, why didn't you come to me without dinner?I don't have your dinner here.

"Thank you for your concern, Dean. Drake and the others will help me bring dinner." Harry smiled, showing eight white teeth, and looking directly at his dean with beautiful green eyes.

"I'm not concerned about you, Potter!" Snape rolled his eyes - or was he avoiding the green eyes?He wondered if the child had destroyed his own brain while knocking the Dark Lord to pieces, and that scar was the proof!After all, at this stage, few children of his age could endure his venom!

It's not that Snape doesn't know that his attitude is bad, but that's him, it's fixed long ago, it can't be changed, and he doesn't want to change Severus Snape!In fact, it was a very happy thing for him to watch those little monsters cry bitterly because of his venom, or run away with their heads in their arms.Therefore, when the little giant mutated, such as the blue-eyed Potter in front of him, which did not respond to his venom, it became a very annoying thing for him!

"So, what on earth are you looking for me for, Potter?"

"Dean, I didn't know that there would be a masquerade party on Halloween. I didn't have any preparations. So I thought, Dean, you might be able to give me some help."

"So, you came to me just for a fucking Halloween masquerade?!"

"Yes."

"Go and eat, Potter, before I throw you into the vat of slugs." Snape held back his anger and was about to close the door.

"You are the dean of Slytherin, and I am a student of Slytherin. I trust you, so when I need help, I come to you!" Harry resisted the door, obviously at this time he had a blood in his veins. The part of Gryffindor's blood boiled.

"You trust me?" Snape asked, only with contempt and hidden deep pain in his tone.

"Yes, Dean."

"But as far as I know, I'm your dean, professor, but not nanny. If you need any goddamn Halloween costumes, what you should do is ask Draco Malfoy for a mail-order brochure!"

"boom!"

The door finally closed in front of Harry's eyes, and the blue-eyed kitten leaned against the cellar wall with a sad face.Fortunately, most of the people were having dinner in the hall at this time, and no one would see his embarrassment now.

"Harry?" Harry didn't rejoice that after 2 minutes, someone who saw him in a panic appeared.It's not good enough, that's not his classmate, but the professor.

"Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell was holding two parchments, which were the recipes for two potions.As the research progressed, potions also became an indispensable auxiliary part.And since there was a potions master four floors away, Quirrell wasn't going to do it himself.But he didn't expect that on the way to find the potion master, he would also pick up a sad kitten.

"I did something wrong, Professor Quirrell." Harry stood awkwardly in front of Quirrell.

"So, can you tell me what you did?"

"It's almost the Halloween ball, and I don't have a dress. I tried to ask Dean Snape for help, but the dean told me that I should actually go to Draco to borrow a mail-order costume brochure. I found that I really should, feeling It's like I'm looking for trouble on purpose when I come to the dean."

Quirrell frowned and thought. He knew two things from Harry's words: [-]. There was a masquerade party on Halloween. At least it was the first time in his life that he would attend a masquerade ball, and he didn't prepare any dress for himself.Two, Harry was trying to get close to Snape, he didn't want to be resented by his headmaster, but some awkward guy didn't want to change anything.

The first thing is easy to solve, and the second thing, maybe Quirrell can order Snape to take Harry to go shopping, but for the man who has the property of spring - the more you press, the bigger the rebound - this is not a big deal. Such orders will only make things worse.

"Obviously Dean Snape gave you a good idea, so tonight, you should be happy to pick out your dress with Draco in the mail order book." Quirrell rubbed the kitten's hair.Harry thought about it, and it really should be so, but the attitude of a certain dean just now made him unhappy.

"Harry, you're only in first year, and you won't be graduating from this school in seven years. So, you still have a long, long time before your dean gets to know you, don't you? Or, you will A momentary setback and give up?"

"No, I won't give up!" The eyes of the blue-eyed kitten lit up. In fact, Quirrell inadvertently awakened the characteristics of the Potter family who were more frustrated and more courageous-this characteristic was used by James Potter to pursue him. A beautiful woman, who later became his wife.It's just that neither Harry nor Quirrell know now, "Thank you, Professor, I will work hard!"

"Come on, Harry." Quirrell smiled and waved to the little guy who was running towards the auditorium.