Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Sirius Black was circling around in the hall, as he'd done when he got back to Black's old house, and he's been circling for about two hours now, still in the Muggle clothes he'd been out in .The old elf Kreacher was in the corner wiping the clothes hanger with an invisible rag, while mumbling something like "Muggle-infested madness", "Blake's shame", "Prodigal son" "some type of.Normally, Sirius would have yelled and chased the brain-dead elf away, but today he didn't even look at Kreacher.All his attention was focused on the thick curtain behind which the portrait of Mrs. Blake was hidden.

He was so shocked by what Harry said when he left that he froze on the spot.It was the hogwarts express whistle that woke him up from the shock, and his first thought was to go home immediately and pull down the damn curtain covering his mother's portrait!But when he got home and put his hand on the curtain, Sirius hesitated—Harry was Potter's child, even if he entered Slytherin, he was as bright and passionate as his father.And his mother is a dark, stubborn and distorted Blake, Harry thinks in a Potter way, there are only those beautiful thoughts in his little head, and how could his mother be like Harry? As good as imagined?

Sirius suspected that if the curtain was lowered, all he could see was the slovenly, thin, and dirty woman, and all he could hear was still cursing and screaming.Then the little love for his mother that had just sprouted in his heart would disappear in an instant!He still wants to love his mother, even though she is not worthy of love.

The clock struck six o'clock, it was already dinner time, Sirius was not going to hesitate any longer.Looking at the curtain, he took a deep breath.

"Gryffindor has the courage to face the reality. I want to know the truth. If I want to break it, I must break it clean." He grabbed the curtain and pulled it off the painting violently with both hands!

The woman in the painting is indeed still unkempt, thin, and dirty, but at the same time, covering her eyes with a handkerchief and crying, she is also distraught, vulnerable, and helpless... The momentary light made her realize what happened, She raised her head sharply and screamed loudly: "Traitor of the Black family! Traitor! Bring the mudblood and pure-blood traitors into the noble Black mansion!"

Blake, who was stunned by the sight of his crying mother, was terrified by the piercing screams and cursing, and he subconsciously wanted to put the curtain back.But soon he stopped because he realized something: "You are crying, my mother~" At this moment, Black's tone can be said to be relaxed and happy.

He never saw his mother cry, she was always noble, majestic and harsh, as cold as ice and as hard as iron.All Sirius got from her was a tirade about "Noble Black", never motherly love.But today she cried, which means she is sad and grieving, and since there is pain, there is love...

"!" Mrs. Black's voice suddenly disappeared, as if she had choked suddenly. She clenched her handkerchief tightly and pressed her lips tightly, trying to maintain her dignity.

"You love me! Want to see me! Cry because I'm under the veil! Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say? Is it because of the dignity of the bloody Black? Or some Slytherin practice?!" It was replaced by Sirius who yelled for the second time, "Why do you always talk about your bloodline? Why do you say things without understanding? Why are you always so hypocritical! We can actually live happily, mother..."

Sirius had wanted to say these words to his family for a long time, but until now, he had no chance to say it, and the object was not his real parents, but just a portrait with Mrs. Black's appearance and memory .Not enough, that's enough. After speaking his heart, Blake felt a lot more relaxed. He panted comfortably and looked at his mother in the portrait.In his view, Mrs. Black either cried out of remorse, or continued to curse because she violated her dignity.

But he was wrong, Mrs. Black neither cried nor scolded, she looked at him, her son's almost identical black eyes were full of numb despair: "You didn't come back when Bella got married, Sirius."

Sirius snorted coldly: "To see her being marked as a Death Eater? Or to celebrate her marrying a coward?"

"You didn't come back for Sissy's wedding."

"Hmph! Malfoy's wedding is really grand~ The ugly symbol on the guest's left arm is the invitation letter!"

"You still haven't come back from your brother's funeral." Mrs. Black's voice trembled, Regulus Black, no one knows the cause of his death, and no one even knows where his body is!People knew he was dead only because the date of death suddenly appeared on the genealogical tapestry.In the Black family cemetery, an empty coffin was buried.

"No one informed me." Sirius lowered his head, feeling a little guilty.Regulus' death was a major event. Although no one had informed him, there was news in the Daily Prophet. Black saw it, but he didn't attend.Because it was the '80s, and his buddies, the Potters, were in danger and they needed him.

"Not long after your brother died, your father also died..."

"I was in Azkaban at that time!" Black shouted, interrupting Mrs. Black, he didn't understand, obviously he was blaming his mother at the beginning, but now it seems that it's all his fault?

"I'm dead too, Sirius." Mrs. Black looked at Sirius, she repeated in a low voice, as if she was talking to her son, "I'm dead too, long ago."

Sirius felt like his throat was blocked by something, and his chest felt like someone had hit him hard with a hammer.He wanted to say something, but his tongue was out of his control. He looked at his mother, and an indescribable sense of fear instantly filled every cell of him. For the first time, he, Sirius Black, wanted to escape, But he didn't even know why he ran away.

Mrs. Black patted her dusty skirt suddenly, and straightened her messy hair: "The people waiting for you are dead long ago, Sirius. I'm just a painting that has been enchanted. I'm not Wolverine. Erbuga Black, I'm just painting, a painting that I suddenly figured out, and I don't want to stay here anymore..."

"No, no! Don't! Don't go!" Sirius yelled in horror, because Mrs. Black in the painting stood up and was about to leave.Just before today, Mrs. Black was leaving, so Sirius would probably pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but now the same thing happened, and he was terrified.Sirius rushed forward, trying to grab his mother's arm, but he only touched the canvas!

"Bang!" The painting, which Sirius thought was permanently glued to the wall, suddenly fell off.In the empty picture frame, there was only an old chair left. Sirius called "Mother! Mom!" almost crazily, trying hard to hang the picture frame again.

However, everything is in vain...

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" After an unknown amount of time, Sirius held onto the picture frame and fell to the ground weeping and exhausted.He felt that he shouldn't cry for this old witch, but the more he told himself not to cry, the more tears flowed.But there was even a hallucination in front of his eyes - a woman was sitting on his bedside, softly humming nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep: "Sirius, my baby is growing up quickly."; a man was holding him and riding a broom together, Under their feet are small Muggle buildings that look like ants: "Sirius, don't tell your mother."; the little boy staggered behind him, obviously missing two front teeth when he looked up and smiled: "Brother~ Eat cake~"; the black-haired girl jumped down from the tree, and smiled at him with an apple in her skirt: "Sires, let's eat your favorite apple pie tonight!"; the blond-haired girl sat by the fire , carefully sewed a beautiful blue robe: "Sirius, you will be the most handsome little prince."

He closed his eyes and didn't want to see, covered his ears and didn't want to hear, but it was just useless.For these were not hallucinations, but Sirius Black's past, his long gone and lost memories.They are all dead!

Quirrell sat in the auditorium with a dark face-in fact, all the professors except the headmaster Dumbledore had a dark face.Even the nervous Gryffindors noticed that something was wrong with the professors, so the start-of-term banquet, which was supposed to be lively and cheerful, became weird and quiet.

When he came back that day, Dumbledore talked with McGonagall and Hagrid in the principal's office for more than two hours, and the other deans were also called into the principal's office the next day.Obviously Dumbledore wanted to keep those spiders very much, but judging from the faces of the professors and the information Snape revealed to him, the like-minded professors really didn't want to keep those spiders.Things ended up deadlocked, and now Hogwarts is back in session, but the spiders are still living in the Forbidden Forest.

"Draco, who's that empty seat for?"

"Gideroy Lockhart, an idiot and a liar, it should be him." Draco's tone was full of disappointment, "I heard that this semester he teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts for grades one to three."

Harry showed a painful look. He knew better than Drake what kind of person Lockhart was—he still remembered what happened at the Lihen Bookstore, and the guy who took him to take a picture clearly said that he To be a professor at Hogwarts.It's just that since he wasn't in sight from the professor's chair, Harry still had a glimmer of hope, but Draco shattered that hope completely.He could only pray that the crazy guy would arrive as late as possible, otherwise, facing him, Harry seriously doubted whether he would be able to eat the dinner.