Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell did not expect that Lucius Malfoy had a greater influence on him than Dumbledore.In other words, the so-called influence of Dumbledore is the feeling left in Voldemort's memory, while the influence of the platinum nobleman on him comes from Quirrell himself-in those weird, bizarre, and even terrifying fragments, there was a period of time, Only that platinum figure can make Quirrell feel the warmth of human beings.

Lucius Malfoy probably didn't know it himself, but he inadvertently saved a soul that was on the verge of madness...

It was probably because Quirrell's eyes were too "enthusiastic", and the great nobleman who looked down at the cloth of the robe raised his head.He looked at Quirrell, obviously this face made him feel strange, and then looked down at Harry who came in behind Quirrell.

Obviously ill-fitting baggy and tattered Muggle costumes, messy black hair, and black-rimmed glasses that seriously do not conform to the aesthetics of nobility—the platinum nobleman raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, and he looked at him from the corner of his eye Quirrell expressed his contempt.

And Lucius didn't know how hard it was for Quirrell to hold back his smile with his current expression.This kind of him looks arrogant and rude to others, but in the eyes of Quirrell who knows his past completely, he is cute!If in the past, Quirrell would never have imagined that he would think that a 35-year-old man could be described as cute!

The current Quirrell is obviously not very good at controlling his own facial muscles, and the corners of his mouth and brows clearly reveal his true mood at this time - very happy.

This made the nobleman in front of him even more unhappy. He lowered his face, and when he was about to ridicule the stranger in front of him, Madam Mojin, the owner of the shop, appeared.

"Hi guest, are you bringing your son to make clothes?"

"Oh, no! He's not my son." Quirrell stepped forward, stepped over Lucius, and stood opposite Mrs. Malkin, "I am the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Bringing a student shopping, and of course, I want to make two dresses myself." He saw a young boy with the same platinum hair, Lucius' son, standing beside the kind lady?

"Oh! Hello Professor." Madam Malkin greeted Quirrell.But there was a bit of sympathy in her eyes, after all, the curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was well-known in the British wizarding world, "Hello, child, come here, stand on the footstool over there."

"Harry, come here." Quirrell turned around, beckoned to Harry, and glanced at Lucius intentionally or unintentionally.From the words and deeds of everyone in Hogwarts, Quirrell can easily understand what the life of the Death Eaters was like after Voldemort disappeared. Of course, in Quirrell's view, those guys deserved what they deserved.But he could not care about other people, but he couldn't care less about Lucius.

His name is Harry, a freshman this year, his reminder is clear enough!

To Quirrell's bewilderment, Lucius didn't do what Quirrell imagined he should do—as a Malfoy with both sides, Quirrell originally thought he would take this opportunity to get close to the Savior, and it happened that his son also got close to the Savior. childhood.Children of the same age are the easiest to play together and gain friendship in play.

But the reality is that Lucius's already pale face almost turned blue: "Mrs. Malkin, please send the finished school uniform to Malfoy Manor by owl in three days' time."

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy." When facing Lucius, Mrs. Malkin's face was a little stiff, obviously the picky father and son gave this lady a headache.

Then, Lucius strode out of the robe shop with the curious little dragon, as if someone was chasing him?

Although he was puzzled, Quirrell couldn't chase him out to ask, let alone press Lucius to let him come back and have a good relationship with the savior.In the end, I could only sigh helplessly and concentrate on choosing long bubbles for myself.

It was not until much later that Quirrell realized that it was he who actually caused Lucius' reaction.What Quirrell inherited from the Dark Lord is not only knowledge and memory, but also Death Eaters, or the control of the Dark Mark!The moment he woke up as Quirrell, all the marked Death Eaters received the induction, and the mark that faded ten years ago is now as clear as ever!

The Death Eaters knew that their Demon King was resurrected, and no matter how smooth Lucius was as a Malfoy, he didn't have the guts to have any contact with the Demon King's opponent when the Demon King was about to return at any time...

"Harry, the style and color of the Hogwarts uniforms are uniform, but the fabrics are free to choose. These are samples. You can feel it with your own hands. Also, I think you need to buy two sets of ordinary clothes to match Wear it when friends go out to play." Although Lucius' departure made Quirrell a little depressed, he still needs to fulfill his teacher's duties and take care of the blue-eyed kitten.

When Quirrell passed the cloth booklet, Harry was wrestling with the ruler wrapped around him: "Oh, yes, Professor." He took the book with one hand and pulled the ruler in the middle with the other to keep it from slipping along. Climb in by your own collar.

"Naughty little thing, isn't it?" Quirrell tapped the ruler lightly, and Harry felt the restless thing in his hand tremble, and then the ruler became an honest measure for himself. The size of the clothes.

"Wow! Professor, how did you do that?"

"You can do it in a few years. Well, choose clothes for yourself." Quirrell smiled mysteriously, pointing to the fabric booklet.

About 10 minutes later, Quirrell took Harry out of the robe shop and walked towards Lihen Bookstore.Harry bought new clothes for himself for the first time, and Harry, who was a little familiar with Quirrell, was no longer as timid and reserved as he was at the beginning. Items whose purpose is unknown.

"Professor Quirrell, is that a broom shop?" Harry pointed to the most beautiful looking shop not far away, it was hard to imagine that it only sold brooms there.

"It's a broom, but it's a broomstick."

"A broomstick? Like a witch's broomstick?"

"Actually, not only witches, wizards can also ride. There will also be flying lessons in the school, which will teach you how to ride broomsticks."

"Uh..." Harry grinned. At this stage, he didn't think riding a broom would be a fun thing, but rather ridiculous.

Passed the book list to the clerk, and added three additional books: "The Encyclopedia of Modern Magical Events", "Introduction to Quidditch" and "A Piece of Hogwarts School History". Quirrell left Harry in the bookstore, and he Went to the Crucible shop to buy other items.

Harry stood at the entrance of the bookstore, holding a copy of "Introduction to Quidditch" and read it fascinated--one side of the book is a text explanation, and the other side is a moving photo.Originally, the Quidditch players in the photo should demonstrate according to the explanation in the text, but in the end, those players always played their own balls, so a certain commentator would jump out and fight with those players.

"Hello, are you Harry Potter?" Draco has already bought his wand, and Lihen Bookstore will be his last stop in Diagon Alley today. He was very surprised to see Harry Potter today, but The little noble was very helpless when his father forbade him to get close to Harry Potter.Fortunately, the father is now upstairs with the manager of the bookstore, and he sees the boy who survived again.

"Uh! Hello." Harry was taken aback, looking up to see the same boy he had seen in the robe shop.

"Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you." Draco straightened his upper body, raised his chin slightly, and let the corners of his mouth curve into a perfect arc. He dragged his voice long, imitating his father and other nobles The way they get along with each other, he held out his hand to Harry reservedly.

And Harry...he didn't really like this look of Draco's. Draco's superior expression made him feel inferior.But now, he hasn't learned to refuse, so he stretched out his hand awkwardly.

"Hello."

The two children shook hands lightly and then let go, but one was because of "reservedness" and the other was because of discomfort.

"Your clothes are very special, are they the latest popular styles from foreign countries?" When nobles speak, they often start with the other party's clothes or some accessories, and start to draw closer with each other through compliments.Therefore, even though Drake felt that Harry's aesthetics on clothes was too "different", he still expressed his praise in a polite manner.

But it sounded like sarcasm and sarcasm to Harry. 11-year-old Harry has low self-esteem, but this does not mean that he has no self-esteem. In fact, his self-esteem is very sensitive!

"No, it's my cousin's old clothes, it's not fashionable," Harry whispered.

"What! Are you wearing your cousin's old clothes?!" Although he has been learning from his father, little platinum is completely unable to show the emotions and anger of the nobles. When he heard the fact that shocked him, Draco Couldn't help crying out.

So, in Harry's eyes, he was even more of a troublemaker, a nasty, posturing, golden bad guy like his cousin!

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Drake also realized that he had done something wrong. Looking at Harry Potter's ugly face, Drake blushed pitifully, and tried hard to find another person who could bring them back together. topic of.So, he saw the book that Harry had at hand, very good, common hobbies can lead to common topics!

"Have you ever played Quidditch? I have, and ① Daddy said it would be a shame if I wasn't picked for our House team. I'm going to say I agree with that. You know you were Which college have you been assigned to?①”

"I actually just learned about Quidditch today, and I don't even know what house means."

"What? You just learned about Quidditch today?!" The little noble lost his composure for the second time, but he is not to blame, after all, the newspapers have been saying that "the savior is protected in a safe place and lives like a prince." .But actually?He was wearing an old suit from a relative who couldn't match the prince at all, and didn't even know Quidditch yet.This was too exciting for Draco Malfoy.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Quirrell actually came back from shopping a long time ago, but when he saw the two children talking, he simply stood at a distance and let them develop freely.It wasn't until Draco roared out of control for the second time that he had to stand up.

"It's nothing, Professor, the books have been sorted, can we go?" Harry completely lost the excitement just now, lowered his head, and was about to use his little arms to carry the large stack of books.

"Oh! Harry, you can't move it." Quirrell waved his hand, and the stack of books immediately floated up, and became smaller and smaller, and finally shrank to the size of a matchbox.

Harry and Draco's eyes widened together. Harry simply felt the magic, but Draco, who came from an ancient wizarding family, knew what a silent spell, a wandless spell, and a superposition of spells in a short period of time represented.

"Professor, I will learn Quidditch well!"

"Hehe, your flying teacher and the dean of the academy will be very happy with this sentence."

"Professor, why do you want to separate houses? Are some people going to be separated from Hogwarts?"

"No, house division is an internal affair of Hogwarts. Hogwarts has four houses: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. After entering Hogwarts, you need to There is a sorting, and then you go into a specific house, and that's it."

"Professor, which college will I enter?"

"I don't know that because I'm not in charge of that."

"Professor, which college did you graduate from?"

"I'm a Slytherin." Although there is no memory of Quirrell, his graduation certificate says he was born in a college.

"So...Professor, can I get into Slytherin too?"