Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Chapter 59 Quirrell's Identity

Although Harry was a little surprised, why did Professor Quirrell tell him his identity, or his life experience?But since Professor Quirrell asked him to listen, it must be related to him, so he sat there and listened quietly and carefully.

"Harry, my mother died when I was in fifth grade. I saw her for the last time. That was the first time she told me who my father was. But until my 17th birthday, I always thought I thought it was an illusion caused by my mother’s serious illness. But it turned out that my mother was right. So I started traveling after graduation. On the one hand, it was to enrich myself, and more importantly, to find my father.”

"So, have you found it?"

"I found it. I found it by chance. I went to Roania, where a Muggle village was attacked by vampires." Quirrell frowned, his expression could only be expressed in pain. to describe.

Harry couldn't help wondering if the professor's father was that vampire, but Quirrell seemed to know what he was thinking, and asked with a wry smile, "Are you wondering if my father has become a vampire?"

Harry blushed and nodded wordlessly.

"It's worse than that." Quirrell took a deep breath, "Muggles thought it was a vampire who attacked them, but it wasn't, but that's not very good news, because he's more terrifying and cunning. Me and him After fighting for half a month, in the end, I lost..."

Harry opened his mouth wide, out of disbelief, but more out of worry.But since Quirrell is sitting here with his hands and feet intact, and he has taught him Defense Against the Dark Arts for a semester, it should be fine.

"I fell into his magic trap, lost my wand, broke almost half of my bones, and lay miserable in a damp and cold cave."

Harry swallowed. He once broke his toes because he was pushed to the ground by Dudley, but only one toe hurt so much. Harry couldn't imagine what it would be like to have half of his bones broken.

What Quirrell said is true, it is the scene where he and Quirrell met in Voldemort's memory.The young man was seduced by Voldemort because of his desire for strength and power.But also because of the situation, he could only obey if he didn't want to die.

"And then that guy showed up, and I never dreamed I'd meet him. He's... Voldemort."

"Wow!" Harry stood up abruptly, overturning the small table beside him, "Professor, you... Voldemort..."

"Don't be nervous, Harry, sit down and listen to me, okay? If you're too nervous, you can have a cup of hot cocoa." Quirrell righted the table, snapped his fingers, and a cup of hot cocoa suddenly appeared on the table.Quirrell pushed it toward Harry.

"Okay." Harry nodded, holding the glass in his hand.

"I didn't know until I saw him that he was actually very weak at that time, even fragile. I don't know why he had lost his body. In order to survive, he could only attach himself to the snake. When I saw him, His soul has been contaminated by the snake's flesh. But he didn't want to kill me at the time, because drinking my blood will only make him comfortable for two or three days, and if I become his servant, he can use it I'm back in the wizarding world."

Harry felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest at any time, reason told him "Danger! Run away", but emotion told him "Professor Quirrell will not hurt me".And since he was still sitting there, it meant that his emotions had overcome his reason.

"I promised him, and after my body slowly recovered, I took him back to the magic world, to my mother's and my home." Quirrell looked down at his fingers, "and then killed him."

"Professor, Voldemort is really yours..."

"Remember my snake? That's the only legacy he left me."

Harry stared blankly at Quirrell, his mind seemed to be in a mess, that is to say, his favorite teacher turned out to be the son who killed his parents' enemy, is this a froth drama?After being silent for 2 minutes, Harry suddenly looked at Quirrell and asked, "So, Professor, did you come to find me on purpose that day in Diagon Alley?"

"No, I went to buy things for myself. And you were completely covered by Hagrid's big man at the time. I walked over just to help Hagrid. In fact, I was not ready to meet you at that time .”

"Then why are you going to Hogwarts to be a professor?"

"I don't know why." Quirrell smiled wistfully, "At that time, his soul had just dissipated in the basement... The side effects of using magic made my whole body hurt, especially my head, as if it was about to explode. Healed I had the potion at hand, but I didn't want to drink it. In fact, I didn't know what to do. It seemed that in an instant, the meaning of my life disappeared with him."

Quirrell's voice was low and nasal with melancholy.Unknowingly, Harry turned his attention away from bowing his head to worry alone, but looked up at Quirrell, listening to his story.

"That's when the newspaper owl came. Poor thing, Nana almost swallowed it. I saved it, and the newspaper fell to my feet, and then I saw the Hogwarts job advertisement. At Hogwarts The seven years of Gwartz were the happiest and carefree seven years in my life. The moment I saw the notice, I thought, 'Ah! I am not a homeless orphan. There is still such a me in this world. A place to go back'. As a result, I became a professor."

Harry looked at Quirrell, who had a faint smile on his face - obviously, it was because he thought of Hogwarts.He suddenly felt that his wild thoughts because of the professor's life experience were completely... random thoughts! 11 years ago, Professor Quirrell was not only a child, but also did not know his relationship with Voldemort. 11 years later, Professor Quirrell is the son of Voldemort, but he is also the one who completely wiped out the devil there and avenged his parents!

"Professor, will you still be my professor?" Reason and emotion joined hands to suppress the awkwardness in Harry's heart. Harry reached out and took Quirrell's hand.

Quirrell's eyelashes quivered, and Harry saw a tear roll down Quirrell's cheek.Quirrell wiped his cheeks in a hurry and rubbed his eyes: "Thank you, Harry."

"You avenged my parents, Professor, I should actually thank you. But why did you tell me your identity? This is very dangerous for you."

"It's better to tell you the truth from me than to know the 'truth' that has been guessed beyond recognition from someone else." Of course, the facts that Quirrell told Harry were also false, but he couldn't hide his identity as the Dark Lord, Instead of letting Harry know that he is "Voldemort" one day, it is better to give him another identity that can be reasonably explained in advance.

After all, now that Harry trusts Quirrell very much, and he is preconceived, it will not be easy for Dumbledore or anyone else to let Harry know another "truth"~ and coincidentally, Quirrell's mother It was indeed dedicated to the Dark Lord for a while. Fortunately, Voldemort was not crazy at that time, and he hadn't enjoyed playing with dead people.

But the Dark Lord is indeed not Quirrell's father, but Voldemort once took Miss Quirrell——Quirrell from motherhood—disappeared for a period of time, and after they returned, Miss Quirrell disappeared from everyone's sight.But the strange thing is that Quirrell himself does not have this memory!

"Harry, no matter what, I am still his son. I killed him to free him from madness and rest in peace. And from the moment I entered Hogwarts, met you, and met Neville , I know that just letting him rest in peace is not the solution. What I need to do is pick up the mess he left behind and make up for those who need to be made up."

"Professor, you don't owe anything."

"He is my father, although he is not a good father, not even a good wizard. But he gave me the most precious life, and I will do my best to repay him." When he said this, Qi Luo's solemn face only moved little Harry very much.But Quirrell himself almost spit it out—his words were actually full of loopholes. If Dumbledore was sitting opposite him, then Quirrell would have waited for Avada to face each other, but it was enough for Harry. .Although it is not kind to lie to children, white lies are necessary in order to survive.

Quirrell looked at Harry. He reached out, trying to rub Harry's messy head as usual, but his hand stopped halfway.There was obvious fear and worry in Quirrell's black eyes, and Harry blinked his blue eyes and stood up abruptly and walked over by himself.

"Thank you, Harry." Quirrell closed his eyes and kissed Harry's forehead.I thanked the child for the second time, but in fact what he wanted to do was to apologize.As an honest man, since he came into this world, lies and deceit have almost become his routine. Now he has to deceive even the child who believes in him like this, and Quirrell suddenly feels very tired.But he couldn't stop - he also knew that a lie needs countless lies to cover up, but does he have a second choice?

"Here is the file you want, Harry, and the file inside will be enlarged naturally after opening. If necessary, you can contact Drake through Hermione and Neville. Now, you should go back, otherwise your cousin-in-law's banquet will be ruined." It's going to be ruined." Quirrell got up from his chair to take Harry away, and at the same time handed Harry a small leather bag that looked like a coin purse.

"Okay...professor?"

"Ok?"

"Today's matter is a secret between us, and I will not tell anyone."

Quirrell smiled and lowered his head to Harry's ear: "You know, Harry, besides you, many people think I am my father now."

"Do you resemble that person?"

"No, not at all."

"Hehe~"

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