Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell decided to hold a PARTY to "connect the feelings between the upper and lower ranks of the Death Eaters", but his decision died within two days.

That was a Death Eater party, not a faculty fellowship.He needs food and wine, not puffed food and beer, but caviar and fine wine; he needs service staff, not boys in T-shirts, but waiters in bow ties and white shirts; The venue is not a karaoke hall, but a place that is big enough, spacious enough, and high-end enough.

Of course, he could get these from one of his subordinates—such as Lucius Malfoy—but the nobles were already nervous enough when they faced him.They were all worried that the returning Dark Lord would seize their property. If Quirrell suddenly said that he wanted to borrow their home, their servants, and the collections in their wine cellar and kitchen, what would their reaction be?

In fact, Voldemort also had his manor. Once, it belonged to a certain noble, and then it was taken over by Voldemort, and there were a few elves dedicated by the nobles.Quirrell had been there not long after he had the memory of Voldemort, but all he saw was ruins, apparently betrayed by some Death Eater who had free access to the manor.

Without a house, Gringotts' deposits were frozen, and what Quirrell took over was a poor and white Dark Lord. He could ask his subordinates to "sacrifice", but in that case, the relationship between the superior and the subordinate who had just eased would fall into tension again, and even rupture.

So Quirrell could only groan, and added another item to his notepad full of writing-making money.It seems that poverty can only be the attribute of a righteous hero. If you are a Dark Lord, then poverty means that you cannot move an inch.

When it was time to make money, Quirrell realized that he actually had many ways to make money, because he came from the future to the past, even though this is a world in a novel, the general trend is still the same.The easiest and fastest way is to speculate in stocks and futures.But he's a professor now, a professor at the Academy of Magic, away from the world of ordinary humans, and living in a place where no technological gadgets can appear.

But Quirrell loves his job, loves these children, and at the same time, this job is also very important to him, and can end the dominance of the Gryffindor family from the next generation.As a result, Quirrell had to abandon the quickest method and take two potion formulas to find a money-making expert.

Lucius received two pieces of good news today. First, Blake was finally sent to St. Mungo's; second, after preliminary examination, Blake's soul was injured, so he won't be able to recover until at least August next year.

After all, Peter's death can only prove that there are doubts about what happened back then, and if you want to further prove Black's innocence, you can only start with Black himself, in short, Veritaserum.But veritaserum is extremely harmful to the human body, so, to get a retrial, Blake's body and soul must be strong enough not to be turned into an idiot by veritaserum.So, Lucius' mission is almost done.

When Lucius Malfoy, who was exhausted, was about to report the good news to his Lord, Quirrell summoned him first.Lucius disapparated according to the guidance of the sign, but found himself standing at the door of his own gate...

So, 5 minutes later, Quirrell sat in the living room of Malfoy Manor, with biscuits and black tea in front of him.Lucius stood beside him, reporting his mission respectfully.

"About Black, did Dumbledore do anything?"

"Only Crouch was running around for Black's retrial, and Dumbledore neither supported them nor opposed them."

"If Black is released from prison, the property of the Black family will be inherited by him, right?"

"Yes. Even though he has been expelled from the Black family, with Regulus missing and Bella in prison, once Black is released from prison, he can logically inherit everything from the Black family."

Quirrell's fingers tapped the table subconsciously, and he somewhat understood Dumbledore's current mood - contradiction.On the surface, the Death Eaters were outdated, and Fudge began to lose control as he tasted the benefits of power. As a result, the Ministry of Magic secretly allocated less and less money to the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore needs money, so Hogwarts is still using the old broom ten years ago, even though there have been many broom out-of-control incidents; so the medicine in the medical wing is completely self-produced, but the school’s expense list still says So the only administrator of the school is poor Filch, even though he is getting old and gradually unable to manage the whole school.

And Blake's release from prison means that this silly little guy should be happy to take out his purse to help his companions in the Order of the Phoenix.But Blake's release from prison also means that this reckless little guy will think about the custody of Potter, not to mention that it is a Potter who looks so similar to his father.

"Find the picture of Harry Potter, and the newspaper that caused a storm when he entered school." That is, the news that Potter was abused at the Muggle home, and after that, the savior was almost lined up into minced meat by the flying door panel, "When Blake regains his sanity a little, show him these."

"Yes, Lord."

"Then, let's talk about new issues." Quirrell handed the two recipes to Lucius, "Sit down and read carefully."

Lucius sat down obediently, lowered his head, and looked at the formula.A few strands of platinum-blond hair hung down dishonestly, and he casually pinned the hair behind his ears, revealing his smooth forehead and focused eyes...

Quirrell took a sip of black tea. He had seen this scene many times in Voldemort's memory.

In Voldemort's study, Lucius, who was 17 or so, sat aside, helping Voldemort with the paperwork.The extremely ordinary daily situation made Voldemort, who was gradually going crazy due to the split of his soul at that time, feel rare peace.At the same time, it also made Jiang Wen, who was about to be sheltered by other chaotic and vicious memories, feel at peace.

"Lord..." After reading the recipe, Lucius looked up, only to find that his monarch was looking at him intently, as if a long time ago, his heart was filled with sourness, Lucius suddenly didn't know what to say up.

"What?" Although his heart was beating like a drum, Quirrell knew that the situation would become more "weird" if he looked away, so he smiled and continued to look at Lucius intently, as if the current situation would be more "weird". Naturally.

"The effect of these two potions is to remove scars and lose weight, but they work slowly and have complicated formulas. Their only advantages are that the medicinal materials are cheap, and most of the procedures do not require wizards to prepare them by themselves."

The reason why potions are called potions is not only because they are made of magical creatures, but also because wizards need to make them by themselves, because the magic power of wizards will also be integrated into the medicine during the production.

"Correct." Quirrell nodded. Although Lucius' talent in potions was not as good as Snape's, he was not much weaker.After all, he has a huge family to manage, and he can't devote all his body and mind to research, "because these medicines are not for wizards, but for Muggles." The efficacy of these medicines is "slow", just Compared with the potency of wizard medicine.According to the standards of ordinary people, these medicines can almost be said to be fast.

"..."

"You heard me right, it's for Muggles." Although Quirrell was just an ordinary teacher, he still has basic economic knowledge.

The gorgeous and extravagant Malfoy has almost become one of the symbols of the British wizarding world.But there is one thing that Quirrell felt strange when he first looked at his memory, because the population of the British wizarding world can definitely be said to be sparse, and the sparse population means insufficient purchasing power and slow accumulation of wealth—in other words, the British wizarding world The current population simply cannot afford to support a Malfoy family, let alone hundreds of nobles second only to Malfoy, plus a whole Ministry of Magic bureaucrat.

Therefore, there is only one conclusion, the magic world has an inflow of funds from the outside world.And for people with higher status, it is impossible to completely ignore the other world. Since the wizarding world has assimilated countless witches and wizards, there must also be Squib nails nailed into the Muggle world.

Although the former Voldemort got all O's when he graduated from Hogwarts, he only received a poor education in the orphanage itself in the Muggle world. The single and fixed living environment also made his vision narrow, so from some aspects That said, the original Voldemort was poorly literate.He only likes to stubbornly focus on one thing, likes to use direct and violent means, but ignores many things that should be paid attention to.

"For Muggles, it is better to gain benefits from them than to destroy them." This was the first time he clearly expressed his basic concept change in front of his subordinates, "Formula shares, I want profits 20.00%, let Snape hand over the contract to me after it's done."

Malfoy is a pure-blooded nobleman, and Quirrell's current identity is the Dark Lord. Even though he doesn't think there is any difference between Muggles and wizards in his heart, at this moment, he has to say the same, which is forced by the times.

Quirrell got up, put on his cloak simply, turned and left, without giving Lucius any excuse to refuse.

As for Lucius holding the two formulas, he didn't know whether to be happy or panic.Many nobles have spokespersons in the Muggle world, and Lucius himself even has a British knighthood.Because, as Quirrell thought, the income of the wizarding industry is shrinking with the shrinking population of the wizarding world, and they cannot support Malfoy.They don’t want to sell their ancestral property to live like those run-down nobles, they can only be flexible—those families who only know how to stick to the tradition have long been extinct in the long inheritance, and only the strongest and most cunning are left behind. And the one that can best adapt to the changes in the world, and the Malfoys of all ages often possess these three at the same time.

He looked at the two recipes, and there was only one reason why the Dark Lord suddenly sold this one - the Demon King was short of money.

Of course, how could he not be short of money?When the Dark Lord disappeared, he didn't have a servant by his side, and he didn't have a Gallon in his pocket.When he returned, he was nothing more than a Hogwarts professor.Although the professor's income is rich, for a devil, that income is really too pitiful.

This is also one of the reasons why Lucius has been worried. The easiest way for the Dark Lord to regain his wealth is to enshrine it by his subordinates.And Lucius Malfoy happened to be one of his wealthiest subordinates, a shiny platinum sheep.

But now, Lucius' last worry was gone. Who would have thought that the Dark Lord would find a way to make money by himself?

Lucius laughed while holding the formula, their king has indeed changed a lot, so far, at least Lucius likes all his changes!

Quirrell returns to school, only to find a phoenix standing in his living room, apparently at the invitation of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, a cup of black tea?" When Quirrell arrived, the old headmaster was drinking tea. He rarely recommended honey tea to Quirrell, and there was no pile of cockroaches on the table. A plate of small biscuits, "As the principal, I should have a good talk with my professor."

Dumbledore focused on the headmaster, the professor, and once, Quirrell nodded with a smile, sat on the red sofa, and took the black tea that Dumbledore had brewed: "I agree with you, Headmaster Dumbledore. "It's good for both of them.

"Professor Quirrell, I heard that you are doing a study, a study on soul, body and magic, and asked the children to help you?"

"Yes, I'm doing that research, and I do ask the kids to help me."

"Any magic about the soul is dangerous and dark, and any serious wizard would not do research in this area, and as a professor, for the safety of children, it is even more incorrect to conduct such research."

"Because everything to do with the soul is dark? And what about the magic that St. Mungo's doctors use to heal soul damage?"

"You're taking things out of context, Professor Quirrell, you're not studying healing magic of any kind, you're not even studying white magic."

"No, I think it's you who took it out of context. Just because I'm not studying healing magic, and I happen to be studying souls, my research is evil?"

"It seems that you don't think you have done anything wrong."

"Principal Dumbledore, what I want to say is a saying that is almost said badly: 'Magic is not black and white. The one who really distinguishes black and white is the person who uses magic'."

"A wonderful sentence, although I haven't heard it before. Professor Quirrell, you are an excellent professor and an excellent wizard. But your research is really not suitable for students, especially those in the lower grades. Some parents have expressed their panic to me. So, now you have only two options, either give up your studies. Or... Of course, I will not fire you, but, next semester I will still hire a new black Professor of Defense of Magic. He will take over the teaching of all your third graders and below."

"..." Quirrell looked at Dumbledore and showed a playful smile, "Then after two years, will this teacher take over the teaching of all Gryffindors and Slytherins?"

"Professor Quirrell, I know you have misunderstood me, but I have always had a fair heart for children. Moreover, I gave you a chance to choose."

"Okay." Quirrell sighed, "I choose to continue my research, and I will not continue to let those children help me."

"It's a pity, the children like you very much, and they will miss you."

"I'm still at Hogwarts. If they need it, they can find me in the office at any time." Quirrell continued to smile, "Principal Dumbledore, I have a question for you. Do you know about nuclear bombs?"

"'Nuclear bomb'? I have some impression, ha! Is it the weapon that Muggles claim can kill hundreds of thousands of people in an instant?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Muggles are cute little lies, aren't they?" Dumbledore blinked, showing a "we all know, but don't expose poor Muggles" expression, "weak Muggles who lack a sense of security, they The leaders of the world can only release such news from time to time, so as to scare us and reassure their people."

"I understand." Quirrell nodded, "Thank you for the black tea and biscuits. If you have time, we will talk next time."

Quirrell originally meant to use nuclear to illustrate the two sides of the matter. Nuclear weapons are weapons of destruction, but nuclear energy is now the energy that all countries are researching and using.It's like black magic, black magic is dangerous magic, but when used properly, black magic can also bring wizards so much more.

But for Dumbledore, who didn't even know about nuclear weapons, and even thought that nuclear weapons were just a joke, Quirrell was powerless to explain anything—this was just a poor old man living in the past...