Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell felt that Dumbledore was like those fanatics, and he was the most dangerous fanatic with reason.Of course, it was not a certain god that made Dumbledore dedicate everything, but his belief-the belief of justice to protect the weak.Quirrell wondered how Dumbledore formed such a firm belief. After all, this is no longer a simple "altruist" or "good-hearted person", but almost paranoid.

When his weird soul condition is resolved, Quirrell will study the cause of Dumbledore's current situation.This is not because he has any hobby of digging people's privacy, he just thinks that when he understands Dumbledore's secret, that is when he masters Dumbledore's weakness...

But since the greatest white wizard still has the upper hand at this stage, he can only obey obediently.

So at noon the next day, Quirrell called in his research team.

"I'm sorry, children, but you can no longer study with me."

"Why, Professor?"

"Because Principal Dumbledore believes that my research is too dangerous for students of your age. After all, this is the study of souls."

"But in fact, all we have done during this time is to collect information according to your written requirements, and you have never seen any danger? The principal has never come to see the professor's research, nor asked us what we are researching. , why does he think we are 'dangerous'!"

Hermione turned her face away sadly. For this little girl who loves to learn, although she knew that what they were doing was just laying hands, she still learned a lot of things that she didn't have in class during this time.Instead of spending her spare time in the library, she now spends her free time with professors and friends in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Hermione, don't be like this, Principal Dumbledore is for your own good." Quirrell patted the little witch on the shoulder, "Don't be so sad, no matter what happens, I am your professor, when you are in get out of class or resting, You can still come to my office, you are always welcome here."

"Professor, you said 'no matter what happens', what did the President do other than prohibit us from continuing to participate in your research?"

"..." Quirrell looked at the sensitive Platinum Prince. After breaking away from his father and starting his lodging life alone, this little flower in the greenhouse is rapidly growing and growing, and has even grown to the point where Quirrell has a headache. , "There are indeed some things, but I can't tell you now. Well, it's still the same sentence just now, my office always welcomes you, and the lunch break is coming to an end. I think you need to prepare things for the afternoon class. "

"Will Professor Quirrell be fired?" Quirrell's concealment can only make a few children think the worst. Harry lowered his head a little depressed, hoping to find a small stone to kick him, but depressed It is because the ground has been tidied too clean by the elves.

"The professor said that he is still our professor, so that means he will not be fired, but it is likely that the professor will teach other subjects, or... no longer teach our grade?"

"But Hogwarts has always had only one professor for a subject, and he teaches the whole school." Ron retorted, but he didn't have much confidence in himself.Ron knew that his pet might have flown, but the strange thing was that his heartache and sadness were not because of the loss of the pet, but because he could no longer help Professor Quirrell - this time was very busy, and sometimes even Chaos, but he is very happy, because he can clearly feel that he is not dispensable, but needed...

"I think you all overlooked a problem." Zabini suddenly took two quick steps and walked in front of everyone.

"what?"

"How does the principal's office know what we are doing? Professor Quirrell told us not to spread the content of the research easily on the first day, but judging from the current situation, it is obvious that someone has spread it."

"..."

The children without help did cause Quirrell a little trouble, similar to asking about ghosts, questions that could have been left to the children, but now he can only do it himself.But at the same time, there are some advantages, because he can call the Potions Professor and the Platinum Noble into his office to study without any scruples, and he absolutely can't do it when the children are around.

This Saturday is a good opportunity for him to experiment with the Transparency Curse, and the subject of the experiment is of course a platinum noble who is ineffective against his friends' objections and unable to be opposed by the monarch~ But fortunately, Severus also knows how to take care of his friends' face, and the experiment Before the start, he had left his office on the grounds that he was going to collect medicine in the Forbidden Forest-in Snape's office, only men and widows were left in the same room.

Quirrell is holding a bottle of stamina potion, God knows how fast his heart is beating now?But he had to maintain a calm and smiling face, and then said to Lucius, "Take it off."

Although Lucius already knew what kind of experiment this was, he still froze for a moment, not because he was afraid, but because he was mixed with anticipation and excitement.So he stood up obediently, and then put his white and slender fingers on the buttons of the robe...

Quirrell thought he could watch calmly until Lucius took off his shirt completely, but it turned out that he couldn't do it at all-the man's beautiful fingers seemed to dance on his buttons, His blushing face and the corners of his lips showing a slight smile all tempted him.

When he suddenly realized that he had been staring greedily at Lucius Malfoy, and the noble had only unbuttoned two buttons within 5 minutes.Quirrell realized that this man was simply acting!He is seducing him? !

To be honest, Quirrell was very excited and wanted to pounce on him and pull people into the bedroom!But he held back!Quirrell knows himself very well. Whether it is naive or unrealistic, he is a very serious man on the issue of feelings. He wants everything, and once he wants it, he will never let it go.

But his truth does not mean that the other party is also true, especially when the object is Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius, today we are here for an experiment." Quirrell sighed helplessly, as if he was facing a naughty child.

Lucius' fingers froze for a moment, he pursed his lips, and began to take off his clothes honestly...

Opening his eyes, Lucius saw the familiar ceiling, and he was too tired to get up.It wasn't because of the half-hour transparency spell yesterday that consumed his physical strength, which could be compensated for by the physical strength potion, but because of Quirrell's repeated rejection of him.With a helpless sigh, Lucius still got up from the bed. Although today is Sunday, he still has some entertainment to do.

"So, am I really old?" Looking at himself in the mirror, Lucius asked himself.

"Oh~ my gorgeous master, your beauty, even the sun god wants to..."

"Quietly!" The snake stick pointed to the magnificent Malfoy-style full-length mirror, and in an instant, Lucius regained his peace.He didn't find any wrinkles, which was good; he didn't find any gray hair, which was good; the pores of the skin seemed a bit large, which was not good; the facial features were a little rigid and lacking vitality, which was bad.

Lucius rubbed his temples, he was rejected at 36 and again at [-] - it wasn't a big deal!Taking a deep breath, Lucius, who put on the platinum noble prohibition mask again, left his bedroom with graceful steps, but his steps were a little heavier than usual...

星期三

Harry was lying under a tall beech in annoyance. This season, the leaves of the beech had all fallen, and the bare branches looked extremely bleak against the dark gray sky, just like Harry's current mood.

Ron, Drake, Hermione, Neville and even Zabini all sent him invitations, hoping that he could come to their homes for the holiday.But Harry didn't agree to anyone. On the one hand, because Christmas is a holiday for family reunion, he didn't want to disturb his classmates; on the other hand, spending Christmas in other people's homes is actually more lonely than spending it alone. ——Because at that time the reunion of others can compare the sadness of being alone, this is Harry's 11 years of experience in the Dursleys' house.

So, just stay at Hogwarts, there are professors here, and a few classmates who can't go home as well, they will still have a good time.

"Harry!" Suddenly, Ron ran out of the castle, yelling at him as he ran, "You will never imagine who is looking for you, Harry."

"Who?"

"Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy." Ron's tone was full of surprise, without any disgust or contempt, which was unimaginable to him before school started.

"Mr. Malfoy? What is he looking for me for?"

"It should be said that the Ministry of Magic is looking for you, Harry. And it's not just Mr. Malfoy, Ron." Hermione, who was a step behind Ron, appeared in front of Harry panting.

"Ministry of Magic?" Harry was even more confused.

"We don't know, but Professor Snape will come to take you to the headmaster's office soon, we just think we should tell you in advance so that you can be prepared."

"Thank you, Hermione, Ron." Harry nodded, "I believe it shouldn't be a bad thing, I saw the headmaster, see you later!" Harry waved to his two Gryffindor friends and ran towards Snape As for why he thought it would not be a bad thing, of course it was because no Slytherin came to look for him, and the only ones who knew he was lying here were the Slytherins of Draco and the others.In other words, the Slytherins felt that it was unnecessary to come to Harry, but since the two Gryffindors were willing to make a trip, it was no big deal.

Harry trotted behind Snape. The professor was tall and had big strides. Harry knew he must look funny, but if he didn't, he could only watch the professor roll away from him in the black robe. and go...

Then, the professor stopped suddenly. Fortunately, Harry learned how to walk with his head up during this time, instead of just focusing on his feet.So he didn't bump into the back of his dean, but stopped in time.

"Mr. Potter, nice to meet you." A shiny head came closer, and Harry squinted his eyes subconsciously.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Malfoy." Even though he had just entered the wizarding world not long ago, Harry knew that besides Draco, the only one who could be so "brilliant" was his father. Of course, they were all Malfoy.