Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Although Hogwarts will not start until September [-]st, many professors have already arrived at Hogwarts at this time.Such as Hufflepuff's Head, Professor Sprout, who is always thinking about the herbs in the greenhouse; Professor Kettleburn, Professor of Conservation of Magical Creatures, also thinking about his little rascals; Binns has never left Hogwarts since the day he became a teacher; the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, has to come to the school early every school year to guide the youngsters who have received the admission letter wizards...

So, although the last school year at Hogwarts just ended in June, Hogwarts is not empty now.In fact, not long after entering the gates of Hogwarts, Quirrell met Professor Kettleburn.The latter was taking two swallow-tailed dogs for a walk when he saw Quirrell, or more precisely, Nagini.This old wizard, who is not too young, uttered a scream that could rival the soprano of a mermaid, and then quickly picked up the two shivering swallowtail dogs, and with the speed of the wind, he brought up the smoke and dust along the way, and disappeared .

Quirrell shrugged and continued to follow his own steps.After a while, a big red bird appeared in the sky above Quirrell's head. It should be the phoenix of this magical world, and also the pet of Principal Dumbledore in Voldemort's memory.Quirrell looked up, and felt that the colorful bird in Chinese mythology was more suitable for the name "Phoenix". Although the bird in front of him was also very beautiful, at least in Quirrell's eyes, it was more suitable to be called the Fire Bird. .

"Hateful Phoenix, hiss~"

Quirrell pretended not to hear Miss Nagini's complaints. He took off his hat and saluted the phoenix: "Principal Dumbledore, Quirinus Quirrell is here to take office."

The phoenix screamed, beautiful and melodious, but obviously hostile. I don't know if it was for Quilo or Nagini, but finally the phoenix disappeared with a "pop".Although the phoenix couldn't speak, Quirrell was sure that it understood what it had just expressed, and told its master through a method that outsiders could not understand.

Sure enough, Quirrell walked for about 5 minutes. When the historic castle of Hogwarts was fully displayed in front of his eyes, Dumbledore had already brought several professors—professors with combat effectiveness—to stand. Waiting for him at the door.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, I'm so glad you joined our team today." The old man with a long white beard smiled gently and opened his arms affectionately to Quirrell.

Quirrell looked at the gorgeous pink robe on him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Although old people can look healthier in bright colors, this color...

"Hello, Principal Dumbledore." Quirrell put down the suitcase, ignoring Dumbledore's posture waiting for his hug, and stretched out his hand respectfully but reservedly.

Dumbledore's exaggerated flat mouth held Quirrell's hand.Dry, calm, slightly rough, but warm and powerful—who would have imagined that this is the hand of a centenarian?

Quirrell had to admit that Voldemort's memory still had an impact on Quirrell, and he couldn't let go of his guard against this seemingly crazy old man. It could even be said that he was a little afraid of him.

"You are very different from the last time I saw you, my boy."

"Since I have become a professor, of course I can't be as lazy as before. Since you also think that I have changed a lot, then at least it means that I have successfully changed myself." Quirrell smiled, and did not hide his pride .In fact, Quirrell earned a lot of money. Not only did he earn an extra lifetime, but the real "Qirrell" just turned 20 this year②, and he is still young, while his son, Quirrell, is already 35 years old. Uncle-level figure.

"Oh, I'm really happy to hear that. Well, let me introduce you to your colleagues! Of course, they used to be your professors, so you are familiar with them. But starting today, They will also become your colleagues! So we should re-introduce each other." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes behind the glasses, and then continued to introduce other professors to him enthusiastically, "Minerva Mai Professor Greg, Head of Gryffindor, Professor of Transfiguration."

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." This serious lady who always tied her hair tightly into a bun has always been Dumbledore's right-hand man.Quirrell smiled and shook her hand, although the colleague's face was not very good at the moment.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell. I want to ask, that snake..." Professor McGonagall looked at Nagini, her eyes were cautious, full of hostility, and of course, there was unconcealable fear.

"Her name is Nana. I found her in the Romanian forest. It is a hybrid of a magic creature such as the nipple snake ③ and an ordinary creature, the black mamba ④. She is a rare albino with beautiful white scales and red eyes. Isn't it?" Quirrell looked at Nagini fascinated, and reached out to stroke the jaw of the giant snake.Nagini also raised her head in cooperation, and let Quirrell tickle her meekly-of course, this was originally Nagini's favorite activity.

"..." Including the always optimistic Headmaster Dumbledore, everyone present showed expressions of disapproval.

"If you want to touch her, don't be shy, Nana likes to be close to people." Quirrell had an expression of "I know, you like her as much as I do", and guided Nagini to the microphone with his hands. Come in front of Professor Ge.And poor Professor McGonagall—women are mostly afraid of these cold, cold-blooded creatures. Judging from her face, she is about to faint...

"Oh! Next, this is Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin, Professor of Potions." Dumbledore stepped in at the right time, and pulled Professor Snape over from the other side , so that he can use his tall stature to separate the huge poisonous snake for Professor McGonagall.

"Hello, Dean, I'm very glad to be your colleague." Quirrell didn't continue to threaten the poor lady, he held the black-haired professor's hand in a kind manner.

Did Voldemort plant spies at Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix?

"Hello, Professor Quirrell." With indifferent and empty eyes, Quirrell knew that he was using Occlumency to protect his brain, and the same indifferent and empty voice, but at least it was polite.

But in memory, Snape was not such a just indifferent guy.He was like a hedgehog carved out of ice, no matter if he approached with good intentions or malicious intent, he would respond uniformly with cold air and spikes.Being polite to a former student?It was a dream, just because the former student was carrying a snake that looked like Nagini.Suspect I'm Voldemort?Or at least suspect that I know Voldemort's identity?

Holding Snape's hand, Quirrell smiled even brighter. He suddenly felt like a child's mischievous mirth—you are right in your suspicions, but they are just suspicions. What else can we do?

Got to know other teachers, and Mr. Filch, the administrator.Finally Dumbledore leads him to a room on the second floor and equips him with a special house-elf named Lily.The little thing freaked out when it saw Nagini, but Quirrell was kinder to her than to Professor McGonagall, and he waved away Nagini, who was crawling over with a core.

"She doesn't want to hurt you, she just wants to express her love for you. After all, you will be responsible for her food in the future."

Lily's trembling stopped slowly: "Master Quirrell is such a good master! He actually comforted Lily! Oh! Lily wants to be comforted by Master Quirrell?! Lily is a bad elf!"

Tears flowed from the elf's big eyes like tennis balls, and she looked at her as if she was looking for a corner where she could hit.

"Lily, prepare a dinner for me and Nana. All the meat products for my dinner are fully cooked, while Nana only needs medium rare." Quirrell resisted not saying "thank you", although I feel that the creature of the house elf is really pitiful, but the racial habits of thousands of years, in the words of ordinary people, have been imprinted in the DNA, which cannot be changed by Quirrell, at least not in a short period of time.

Lily got the order, no longer thinking about smashing her own head, but immediately became energetic.With the sound of snapping fingers, Lily disappeared, and only two seconds later, she appeared holding a large plate.After putting the food on the desk, Lily disappeared again. When she came back this time, the plate was full of lamb chops that could be called fresh meat in Quirrell's opinion.

"It's very rich and delicious. I'll call you back after I finish eating." After eating a small cod steak, Quirrell nodded to Lily.With house-elves, complimenting them on a job well done is far more satisfying for these little ones than complimenting themselves—it's like complimenting a mother on her child.

Lily left with a happy face, while Quirrell held a glass of red wine, but began to think about a question that popped up suddenly.

In the wizarding world, the definition of a house-elf is: a slave created by a wizard to serve his master for generations.It is unknown who made it, but it is not entirely correct to say that it is a slave.They and wizards should have a symbiotic relationship.Sign a contract of loyalty, and the result of working for the master is the magic power to survive.They live by absorbing the magic that wizards occasionally leak out of their daily lives.

But this is also the reason why the longer the history and the stronger the family, the more house elves there are.

Quirrell looked at his fork and fell into deep thought—a contract must be signed with a certain family before the house elves can absorb magic power. The contract is not only a restriction on both parties, but also the only way for elves to absorb magic power.And what about the elves at Hogwarts?They don't have a family, but the elves here are huge in number, healthy, and have strong magic power. How do they absorb magic power?

If the knowledge in the memory is wrong, it is not only through the contract that magic can be absorbed.So why, apart from Hogwarts, are there no elves living in places that also regularly have large concentrations of wizards?For example, many shops in Diagon Alley have a long history and are crowded with people.You know, the magic power of adults is much stronger than that of children.

Putting down the knife and fork, even with the knowledge of memory, he still can't get used to such troublesome things.How good chopsticks are, as long as there are two, everything is OK.Fingers pressed lightly to his forehead, maybe what a house-elf was, Voldemort wasn't interested.But Quirrell was very curious. He could use this as a research topic in addition to teaching.Just by studying them, you can flexibly apply the knowledge in your mind.

Studying house elves has become Quirrell's first arrangement for his spare time, but before that, he must first complete three things: first, tidy up his room, and his personal belongings still cannot be passed through elves. Second, go to Diagon Alley to buy books, cauldrons, clothes, and possibly a wand. The current original Quirrell wand, for some reason He always has a feeling of wand trembling in his hand; thirdly, lesson preparation... seven grades, hundreds of students' courses are taught by him, and the fifth and seventh grades have to take the general wizard level exam and the ultimate wizard level respectively The exam is equivalent to taking two graduating classes at the same time. I really don't know how the teachers at Hogwarts are arranged?

The first thing only took two or three days to complete, but he didn't go to Diagon Alley right away, not because of unexpected events, but because Hogwarts' collection of books attracted him.When he realized that it was already the end of July, so he closed the dusty book, and Quirrell simply decided to start his shopping trip tomorrow, July 31st.

But what he didn't expect at all was that two adults would also bring two children to Diagon Alley tomorrow.The names of the two adults are Lucius Malfoy and Rubeus Hagrid, and the names of the two children are Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter...