Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

The banquet was supposed to start around seven o'clock, but in fact, when the needle pointed to five, people had already arrived.This time the banquet venue was not in the hall of the villa, but in the rose garden of Malfoy Manor.

Roses bloom in April and May in the Muggle world, but in the wizarding world, as long as there is Gallon and the ability, roses can bloom in the snow even in the coldest winter months, let alone July?

A unicorn fountain that Quirrell hadn't seen yesterday is now standing in two-thirds of the rose garden. The small side belongs to the children, and the big side belongs to the adults.

The two Malfoys, big and small, were divided into two sides, performing the duties of the host and entertaining their guests.

On one side of the rose garden, unmanned musical instruments played soft dance music by themselves, and the golden fairies were either playing hide and seek in the rose bushes, or sprinkled glittering gold dust while flying over the dancing crowd.A small pavilion entwined with rose vines surrounds the dance floor, and the long table on the other side is filled with food and wine. Of course, the children's long table only has non-alcoholic drinks.

Quirrell looked at the rose garden from a distance through the window, and it was hard to imagine that he would attend such a banquet one day, and it was the finale.In fact, when he stood here and looked at everything outside the window, there was still a sense of unreality.

The music below suddenly stopped, and Quirrell saw a small commotion at the entrance of the rose garden, but the commotion subsided soon.It's just that a guy who is obviously not a child also joins the children's side. Although his behavior makes the guests whisper, everyone soon goes their own way.And that person and the children beside him knew who they were without even thinking about it.

Harry thought it would be difficult to come to Drake's banquet, and Ron had the same opinion as him.But what he didn't expect was that although Sirius strongly opposed it at the beginning, after he notified Dumbledore, the matter was unexpectedly and easily decided, on the condition that he must not leave Sirius from the beginning to the end Sight.

Just because things were decided so easily that Harry even changed his mind and didn't want to come, Merlin knew what his godfather would do at the banquet!Maybe he can wait until after school starts to discuss his affairs with Drake and Professor Quirrell.

But it turned out that when he didn't want to come, Sirius dragged him to come.The invitation was a portkey, and the moment the two of them showed up, Sirius' rudeness to Mr. Malfoy attracted everyone's attention.But now, the two of them could only stand aside in embarrassment.

"Harry, do you really think Slytherin is nice?"

Harry frowned: "Yes, godfather." Although Harry didn't want to argue with his godfather in public, especially at Drake's birthday party, he could only feel sorry for Drake if necessary.

But what he didn't expect was that Sirius didn't confront him immediately this time. He lowered his head and fiddled with his cuffs—Harry had to admit that his godfather was a handsome man, at least as far as he knew. His godfather is stronger only Mr. Malfoy and Professor Quirrell.

"If you take it on paper, Slytherins are indeed better than the other houses. They're personable, well-mannered, and well-spoken. Just like now, look at this ball, everyone is so glamorous, isn't it?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, not quite understanding why Sirius suddenly talked about Slytherin, and Sirius' next sentence quickly gave him the answer.

"That's what I hate, when they smile at you, you don't know if they're really being kind to you, or if they're thinking about stabbing you in the back; when they're crying, you don't know if they're really sad, Or maybe just a little magic for your tear ducts. These Slytherins, everything about them you don't know if it's true or not. Maybe now you think they're good because you only lived with them for a semester, because your Uncles and aunts have never shown you kindness, not even the appearance of it. If you trust them, Harry, you will be hurt someday."

Harry looked at Sirius, obviously his godfather had taken him by surprise, but Sirius' unexpected statement didn't change Harry's mind.Harry lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up into his godfather's eyes and said, "Peter Petitlou is not a Slytherin, but because he believed in him, he made my parents, godfather, you hurt, Are you still young?"

Sirius' eyes widened in an instant, and his body shook for a moment. His change had already silently answered Harry—he was obviously hurt a lot!Sirius felt as if his heart was tightened maliciously by both hands, and the pain wanted to make him howl, or cry bitterly.

"Godfather, I'm sorry." Harry lowered his head, knowing that he had said something too much.

"No, it's not your fault, Harry." Sirius forced himself into a smile, "It's not your fault, Harry. But you can't think that all Gryffindors are just because Peter is a special case." That's right. And Slytherins just aren't exceptional at all, they're all like that."

"And so am I, Godfather?"

"Harry, you're different, you've been tricked."

"I'm a Slytherin too, and that can't be changed."

Just as Sirius said what was worth, Pansy Parkinson walked over and curtsied gracefully.

"Harry, would you like to dance with me?" At the ball, the woman took the initiative to invite the man. Unless there was some deep hatred between the two parties, the man seldom refused, otherwise it would be a huge insult to the woman.

Sirius didn't want Harry to leave him very much, but looking at Pansy who was looking at him expectantly, even though Sirius hated the aristocrats extremely, he couldn't salute a young girl like this, so he sighed helplessly and turned to Harry nodded.And Harry turned pale—he couldn't dance!

But before he said what it was worth, Pansy had already grabbed him and dragged him into the dancing crowd.

"Pansy, I can't dance." It was the beginning of the dance music, and all the dancing children were lining up in a circle in pairs.

"It's an allemande, and it's not difficult."

"I've never even heard of it."

"Then sign with us." Another voice came in, and Harry turned his head, only to find that Draco was standing behind him holding a little girl's hand, and the tall one standing in front of him also turned his head and made gestures to him. He made a face, who else is it not Zabini?

"I'll try my best." Harry rolled his eyes, just at that moment the dance music started and the queue began to move forward slowly. Pansy grabbed Harry's arm again, pulling him to start stepping on the rhythm!

Raising hands, stepping, stepping back, turning around, bowing, waving, holding hands, stopping...

These actions are indeed very simple to do separately, but it is not easy for Harry, who has never done this before, to be connected by them in a rhythmic advance.

He was pulled by Pansy, pushed by Draco, pulled by Zabini!Stumbling around following everyone, he became dizzy after a while. When he turned to a certain angle, he found Sirius drinking juice against the marble railing.He couldn't help looking at his godfather for help, but Sirius suppressed a smile and turned his head away as if he didn't see him - Sirius was still extremely vigilant at first, but seeing Harry's embarrassed look around him, However, he felt that it would be good to let the boy have a taste of these aristocratic entertainments. The actual situation could let Harry know right from wrong better than other one-sided words.

So, Sirius, who was still staring at Harry at first, slowly shifted his gaze to another place.After all, he didn't attend this banquet today just to protect Harry!

I don't know how many laps it turned, and it was about the time when Harry felt that he was about to throw up.A hand that was always different from Pansy's grabbed his arm, and Draco's unbeatable voice rang in his ears: "Stop rolling your eyes, Scarhead!"

Harry swallowed, and before he had time to retort, Draco had already pushed him into the rose bush.These returnees seemed to recognize their masters, and naturally moved a passage to let the two children pass, and then closed it again behind them.

"Are you going to elope with your knight, princess?" Harry had already guessed why Drake took him away, but he dared to swear that some bright kid had other ways to make him leave Sirius, but He just took him to dance.This is definitely someone's selfish revenge!

Draco almost fell over at the word "princess" and shot Harry a glare.But Harry was obviously very satisfied with this nickname, and he returned Draco with a smug smile: "You call me Scarhead, and I will call you Princess. I believe that your nickname will definitely be louder than mine in a short time. .”

Draco's eyes widened, and Harry could even hear his teeth grinding: "I'll remember, ha~li~" Pulling Harry's arm, Draco continued to fly in the dark and huge courtyard of his house. Ben.

Harry ran after him, a triumphant smile on his face, the depression in Black House these days was all but wiped away...

Drake took Harry to a small gazebo, and judging from the time they ran, they were not far from the rose garden.But here you can't see any lights of the rose garden, you can't hear the music and the noise of people, and you can't smell the strong aroma of roses.

There is only a single orange lamp in the marble gazebo, and a person is sitting there waiting for him.

"Professor Quirrell!" Harry happily ran over, and before his brain gave an order, his body had already thrown himself into Quirrell's arms!At that moment, the word that flashed through Harry's mind was "Dad"!

Harry's reaction made Quirrell also stunned for a moment. Although his body felt a slight tingling pain, he did not push Harry away, but hugged him, resting his chin on his forehead, and hugging his shoulders with his hands.This action continued for 5 minutes, until Harry shoved himself away in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Professor Quirrell." Harry said with his head bowed while grabbing his messy black hair.

"No, Harry, I should say sorry to you." Quirrell sighed, and pointed to the sofa beside him, motioning for Harry to sit down, "Harry, I must tell you my identity, except Hogwarts An identity other than a professor..."

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