Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Drake came back yesterday afternoon, and the elf Kaka picked him up at the station. After returning home, his father was still busy with work. At 09:30, he rushed him to bed. Of course, this situation made Platinum Prince feel disappointed endlessly.Although they had met not long ago, the hurried side at school meant nothing.Draco, who has had a deep relationship with his father since he was a child, of course hopes to tell him about his experience in school.

But Lucius didn't give him this chance, so Draco didn't sleep well all night.Then, when he got up and went downstairs, he saw his father bent over, shoulders crooked, and grabbing the wall without grace.Draco had to suspect that he was dazzled by lack of sleep...

"Little dragon?!" Lucius was taken aback, and immediately regained the demeanor that Malfoy should have, but he was still somewhat guilty, "Have you had breakfast, my baby?"

Therefore, Draco was sure that it was just a hallucination caused by his eyesight. However, it had been a long time since he heard his father call him "my baby" in an aria, and Draco was really not used to it: "Not yet, father."

"The food at Hogwarts doesn't seem to suit your taste, my baby dragon, you seem to have lost a lot of weight~" Lucius knelt down and touched his son's small face.

"But I've grown taller, father." Draco's face turned redder, and his father had been talking to him like this for the past 11 years, but why did he feel something was wrong now?

Lucius froze for a moment, his silver-gray eyes opened a little round—his little dragon will express different opinions!

"You have indeed grown taller, Xiaolong." Lucius stood up straight and compared himself with his son, "You have grown up..."

"I haven't grown up yet, but I will try my best." Draco nodded his feet, and gestured at the height difference between him and his father.

Lucius hugged his son and smiled heartily, but when he looked up, his smile froze.That's the door of the potion making room. Beyond the door is His Majesty the Dark Lord. He is changing clothes and will come out soon!

"Father, what are you doing in your safari? Making this year's latest fashion?"

"..." Lucius was sure that his Lord didn't want to let the school children know his identity so quickly, so he couldn't let Xiaolong see what he shouldn't see, "Xiaolong, go back to your room for breakfast, I Will be back soon."

"Is there a job again, father?" Draco obediently walked towards the stairs, but his expression was obviously depressed.

"Yes. But don't worry, it won't delay the party tonight."

"Okay, goodbye, father." Draco pursed his lips, gave Lucius a goodbye hug, and went straight upstairs.

"It's not the party he wants."

"Lord!" Lucius was obviously taken aback, he almost jumped and turned around.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

I don't know when it started to snow outside. Although Christmas should be white, but because it falls the day before Christmas, snow doesn't cause trouble to people.At least when Quirrell Apparated with Lucius, tripped over a rock under the snow at the same time, and both fell to the ground...

But from this point of view, the snow is not such a bad thing-especially when Quirrell is pressed on Lucius, rubbing the tip of his nose with his nose... But while enjoying it, Quirrell felt that he was about to fall. Turned into a wretched uncle, because even in an urgent situation like now, he would take every opportunity to eat his student's daddy's tofu.

With a weak sigh, Quirrell let his reason regain control of his body, he got up from the ground, and pulled up Lucius who had just been pressed under him.

"Follow me." Quirrell turned around and led Lucius towards the depths of this country road, which should have been walked by no one for a long time.Occasionally, what is not covered by ice and snow is not black ground, but weeds and dead leaves.Good thing they come in winter, the weedy ground is harder to walk in spring and summer.

Lucius was patting the snowflakes stuck to his body, and Quirrell's voice made his movements pause.Last time in the cave, the Dark Lord said the same thing, let him follow him...

It didn't sound like a big deal, but Lucius ignored it last time.But now that he was sure that his monarch would return, these words sounded very different to Lucius.

"Follow" means that Quirrell will walk in front, and no matter what dangers are encountered ahead, he will be the first to face, and it means leadership and protection!Take that trip to the cave, for example. Opening the cave door required blood, but Quirrell didn't let him bleed whether he entered or left.

The former Dark Lord, even the one who still had reason, would not shed blood for his subordinates. The most cherished thing of the Dark Lord will always be himself.Coupled with that Nagini's punishment for playing games and the Dark Lord's behavior of using potions to make money, Lucius guessed that maybe the Dark Lord has not only become rational, but also softened his heart?But thinking about those Scarlet Death Eaters who were used by his companions as a way to whitewash, Lucius felt that he might have overreacted.

Because of his distracted thinking, Lucius lost his footing and was about to slip and fall on the ground. Quirrell, who was walking in front of him, suddenly turned his head, quickly hugged his waist and pulled him aside!Quirrell leaned his back against the tree, and Lucius was hugged tightly into his arms...

"Crash!" Because of Quirrell's actions, the tree behind him shook, and all the snow on the tree fell down, turning into two snowmen hugging each other~ Quirrell looked at the "Snow White" nobleman in his arms. In fact, he really wanted to laugh, but thinking about his identity as the Dark Lord, he could only let go of Lucius, patted the snowflakes on his head and face, and continued on the road.Lucius followed him silently, his blue-gray eyes almost turned into a beautiful silver color because of the reflection from the snow or the excitement of his master—Lucius confirmed that Quirrell had indeed softened his heart, at least for him. He relented.So maybe he wasn't as unattractive as he thought.

From a distance, they saw a small village surrounded by mountains, and they could also see a dilapidated but still visible house on the further uphill.Lucius thought that Quirrell would take him to visit the house, but the fact is that Quirrell suddenly turned into the woods beside him.

So he finally knew why Quirrell asked him to wear clothes that were easy to move. These shrubs, which had lost all their leaves in winter, would still be stubbornly standing up, and they would definitely be a nightmare for wizard robes.But even in a mobile-friendly hunting suit, the road is still not easy.And Lucius was surprised to find that this place was covered with powerful permanent Muggle repelling spells!

They stumbled and walked, Lucius wondered why Quirrell didn't use magic to open the way, but since Quirrell was useless, he could only follow instead of waving his wand without authorization.In fact, many years later, when Lucius accidentally asked Quirrell what was the meaning of traveling without magic, Quirrell told him that he just forgot at that time~ When Quirrell stopped, they saw a A broken house under the shade of a big tree!Half of the house has collapsed. Although the walls of the other half are still upright, all the tiles on the roof are gone, and the glass of the house is of course not spared. one mile.

This place is really not in line with Malfoy's aesthetics, but after all, Quirrell brought him here, so Lucius didn't dare to show any negative expressions.At the same time, he looked carefully at Quirrell—even though he speculated that Quirrell might be soft-hearted towards him, only a fool would be proud of his favor, and Malfoy is definitely not a fool!

Quirrell was looking at the ruined house with a serious face. No matter 11 years ago or now, Lucius has never seen the Dark Lord so solemn.

"Lucius." Quirrell still looked at the house without looking back.

"Yes, Lord." Lucius immediately stopped peeping, and obediently lowered his head to take the lead.

"Stay here and don't let anything alive enter that house until I come out."

Lucius took the lead, he had already guessed what was inside.He watched Quirrell draw his wand and enter the house from the collapsed side.

Lucius leaned against a tree. In fact, he didn't think anyone, whether Muggles or wizards, except him and the Dark Lord, would be interested in running into this wilderness on the day before Christmas.But 15 minutes later, the arrival of the third guest overturned Lucius' conjecture...