Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell goes first to Hogsmeade, and from there Apparates to Diagon Alley.He appeared in a corner, jumped away immediately after appearing, and almost immediately, another wizard appeared at the place where he had just landed.Clearly, this is a heavily used apparition landing site.

The closest to him was Ollivander's wand shop, and Quirrell walked in naturally.This historic wand shop looks like a shoe store warehouse to Quirrell, except that the high pile is not a shoe box, but a wand box.

"Hello, Mr. Quirrell, is there anything I can do for you?" A short old man suddenly appeared from behind the counter, and even Quirrell froze subconsciously.

"You know me?"

"Oh~ Of course, I know every guest who has been here." Ollivander said proudly, "I still remember your wand, eleven inches, willow, mermaid nerves, what's wrong with him?"

"he?"

"Your wands, you know, every wand is my child."

"Oh, of course." Quirrell nodded, and classified the old man into the ranks of slightly nervous artists, "My wand, I feel... it's a little afraid of me?" Quirrell took out his original wand, Pass it to Ollivander.

The moment Ollivander took it, a puff of black smoke suddenly spewed out from the wand, and Quirrell smelled a burning smell.

"Oh, poor boy!" Quirrell could see tears in Ollivander's eyes as he held the wand in both hands.

"Did something happen to him?" Quirrell frowned. Although he found that his wandless magic is not bad these days, a magic teacher without a wand is as unimaginable as an ordinary teacher without chalk in class.

"The wand core is burnt, badly, completely, irreparably burnt. Unfortunately, you will probably have to buy a new wand."

"Can I buy it now?"

"Oh, of course, of course." Ollivander nodded, and handed the waste wand back to Quirrell, "Although I don't know what happened, this child has been yours from the beginning to the end, I think, you More qualified to handle him than I am."

Quirrell took it, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, and seriously thinking about whether this wand could be split to make chopsticks.

Then, Ollivander finally started to do what a shopkeeper should do. He dug out a bunch of wands, either of which were made of willow, or whose core was related to mermaids.

"A choice at 11 is not necessarily a choice at 20, is it? Mr. Ollivander." All these wands, in Quirrell's hands, have only one reaction - black smoke, step on Quirrell In the footsteps of old wands.

Such a large amount of damage to his own goods did not make Ollivander feel pained, on the contrary, he was very excited: "Oh ~ rare and unique guests, we seem to have to change the combination, we need a stronger one .”

So the wand boxes were built higher and higher, and gradually, non-destructible wands appeared, but Ollivander was not satisfied, and Quirrell also felt that these wands still lacked something.until……

"Purple golden nan, exactly twelve inches, the heart tendon of a dragon①."

After taking the wand, Quirrell suddenly understood why Ollivander treated the wand like a child.It is an exaggeration to say that he felt the heart of this wand, but this is the magical world, what exaggeration can't be done? ——Calm, resolute, cautious, and proud!

"Oh! No, no, no! He's not suitable for you! Let's come and see, an extraordinary combination..." Nanmu's wand was suddenly taken away, and the feeling of loss even made Quirrell unable to react, and he was a little silly Stand there until Ollivander slips another wand into his hand!

Quirrell felt a sudden heat in his fingertips. It was a wand that was jumping, passionate, and full of vitality.Then he saw bright golden sparks emerging from the tip of the wand, a gorgeous spot of light that dazzled the eye.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mister Quirrell, this one..."

"Wait, Mr. Ollivander, what do you mean, you want to sell me this wand?" Quirrell interrupted Ollivander, and his tone could even be said to be a little exasperated.

"Oh! Of course, he is so suitable for you! You are a match made in heaven!" Ollivander's eyes widened. He obviously didn't understand why Quirrell said that, "You know, wizards shouldn't choose wands. , but the wand chooses the wizard, and he chooses you, and what a... what are you doing, Mister Quirrell!"

Quirrell took out the top box from the pile of wand boxes on the counter, opened it, and there was the nanmu wand in it: "I like him more than this! Mr. Ollivander , you should also think that the wand is the wizard's closest partner, and the partnership cannot be a one-way choice, but a two-way choice. Therefore, I choose him!"

"Quirrell..."

"Ow-!!"

Just as Ollivander was about to teach this self-righteous young man a lesson, Quirrell's wand suddenly gushed out an inexplicable black, pure and gloomy black, like the deepest night.Then, the black gradually gathered and turned into a black dragon with its head raised and its wings spread!At that moment, Quirrell felt as if he was riding a dragon...

"So, Mr. Ollivander?" Quirrell asked, smiling at the gaping-mouthed wand shop owner as the dragon dissipated.

"Seven, seven Galleons."

"Thank you." Quirrell inserted the wand into the wand sleeve in the cuff of his left arm, and the other willow wand that belonged to Quirrell, he would not make him into chopsticks, but decided to go back and burn it, and send him to him The real master is there for company.After all, the wand really has a soul, and who knows whether the willow one was burned because of his power, or followed the owner's spontaneous combustion?

Quirrell, who was in a very happy mood, met an unexpected person on the way to Madam Malkin's robe shop-Rubus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.In fact, the half-giant's tall stature could not escape Quirrell's attention.However, he was always a big man who walked swiftly, but now something seemed wrong. He walked very slowly and wobbled, as if he was drunk.It's just that the big beard on his face prevented Quirrell from seeing his face clearly.

"Hagrid? Are you okay?" After all, he was a colleague, so Quirrell still had to show some concern for him.

"Oh! Professor Quirrell?" Hagrid stopped. "I just went to Gringotts to get something for Headmaster Dumbledore. You know, Gringotts' flying car, uh..." Big The tall man suddenly shut his mouth, but not because he realized that he had missed something, but because he wanted to hold back his vomiting.

"You want to rush back to Hogwarts? But you look very bad now, I suggest you find a place to rest first. If the headmaster needs that thing urgently, you can use an owl, or I can bring it back for you. "

"I...but, Harry..."

"Harry?" Quirrell was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that there was a thin child next to him, who was completely covered by Hagrid's oversized figure, "A freshman at Hogwarts? Why not Professor McGonagall?"

Hagrid is a good man, but he is a good man who has to be kept at a distance.He is too self-righteous and likes to use his own standards to demand others, especially when it comes to those "cute little guys". Although he is a bit ruthless, from the perspective of an educator, he is dangerous to children.But all the professors have accepted Hagrid, and he is the direct line of the headmaster, so, as a new professor, Quirrell can't say anything.

"Professor McGonagall has students."

Quirrell raised his eyebrows. As far as he knew, Professor McGonagall did not leave Hogwarts today, so Dumbledore specially ordered Hagrid to come?Who is this child?By the way, his name is Harry, Harry Potter's Harry.This timid, green-eyed kitten-like kid, the one who defeated the Dark Lord seven times?Qi Luo wanted to laugh out loud. Did the slice of the original devil not only slice his own soul, but also his IQ?

"Professor Quirrell, can you take care of Harry for me? I think I really...need a break." This time, even through his shaggy beard, Quirrell could notice that Hagrid's face had indeed turned blue.

"..." Quirrell didn't immediately agree. The existence of Nagini had already made the old headmaster nervous. If he is now close to the savior, then the development of the situation will definitely not be interesting.However, if he refuses now, it seems that there is something trying to hide it. Quirrell looked down at Harry. The little guy timidly grabbed the hem of Hagrid's tattered clothes, his green eyes were full of yearning.

Quirrell sighed, the current Harry Potter is just a young man who grew up with harsh relatives and has just entered the magic world, full of longing for everything.Of course, he will be his student in the future.

Quirrell sighed again—as a teacher, how can he reject students who deny him?whoever he is.

"Hagrid, after the rest, you can go back to Hogwarts, I will take care of this child. Come here, little one."

Harry's eyes lit up, he ran over obediently, and stood beside Professor Quirrell.For Harry, Hagrid, who was strong and majestic and helped him, was a good friend.But the professor in front of him... tall and slender, with a slightly pale and handsome face, tied with a headband, like the long black hair of a medieval nobleman in a movie, very much like the elegant and cold vampire in the legend.

"Oh, thank you, Professor Quirrell, but I..." Hagrid gestured with his eyes, hoping to have a private talk with Quirrell.

Quirrell had the urge to roll his eyes, why is this big man so indecisive?

"Professor, today is Harry's birthday, I hope I can give Harry a birthday present."

"What is it? Can I deliver it?"

"I want to get him a pet, probably an owl, but I haven't figured out what to get."

"In this case, I can take Harry to the pet store, let him choose, and then I will give you the bill?"

"Oh! Thank you very much, Professor Quirrell. I... um!"

Quirrell jumped back sharply, and the big Hagrid was already throwing up on the wall of some unlucky store.Quirrell turned his head and saw Harry was looking horrified.

"Well, your name is Harry, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Call me professor. When you enter Hogwarts, I will be the professor of one of your compulsory courses."

"Professor, I... I mean you didn't make a mistake?"

"Missed?"

"For example, the admission letter was mailed to the wrong place, to the wrong person, etc. In fact, it was not me who should have received that letter, and I shouldn't have gone to the Hogwarts you are talking about..." Harry said more and more. The sadder he became, he finally lowered his head in depression.

"Harry." Obviously, this is a child with an extremely low self-esteem, but at the same time he is full of desire to express himself. Quirrell wanted to pat the boy's head to comfort him, but he felt it before his hand touched the boy's scalp. There was a burst of pain, and his eyes narrowed. It seemed that this kid's ability to kill the Dark Lord was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. "You came from the Leaky Cauldron, right?"

Quirrell withdrew his hand, he should be thankful that the boy lowered his head and didn't see his movements.

"Well, yes, it's a very... character pub." Harry looked up, not quite understanding why Quirrell was talking about that pub.

"There is indeed a character there." Quirrell nodded exaggeratedly, "But it is also a bar with special magic, Muggles, I mean ordinary people can't see it. You can easily see it, so, we I didn't make a mistake, if you doubt, when I send you home, I can ask you to ask some passers-by to see if they can see it."

"Oh! Thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome, go in now and let Mrs. Malkin make some school uniforms for you." Quirrell smiled and opened the door of the robe shop, and then he was stunned. The man he only saw in Voldemort's memory was stand there.Wearing a luxurious black robe, with long hair as bright as the morning light, she stood there quietly with her head lowered...