Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Quirrell returned to Hogwarts and took a nap first. He just got up and had dinner when Professor Snape knocked on the door.

"Professor Snape? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Professor Quirrell, Principal Dumbledore wants to see you, please come with me." The Potions Professor said solemnly and stiffly. In fact, his attitude could already be regarded as kind.

"Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Do not."

"Okay." Quirrell kept smiling. He noticed that from the first meeting to the present, Snape's eyes were empty every time he saw him. It was obvious that he was using brain defense to protect his brain. , "You... have been guarding against me, Dean Snape, why?" Quirrell's expression was helpless and wronged, and he called the other party the dean. As a student, Quirrell clearly expressed himself to the other party. being hurt.

"Professor Quirrell, you're being a little too - self-indulgent. Do you think you have anything I should guard against? Only got an A (pass) in Potions in the Advanced Wizarding Level Examination?" Snape Sneered, but his eyes were still empty.

"Does the professor still remember my grades?" Quirrell's eyes lit up and he stopped. "Although it's that bad grade, the professor still remembers it years after I graduated! Oh! It's just..."

Quirrell is not acting. For a student, his graduation grades in junior high school, high school or even elementary school may be remembered in his mind for a lifetime, because it is his only time.But for a teacher, every year, they will send away at least two-digit students, and the graduation grade of a certain student is just one of many numbers.The teacher may remember a particularly good or bad grade, but for those who are not bad...not to mention the grades, but this person, they will be vaguely forgotten in a short time.

The current Quirrell, who has no memory of the original Quirrell at all, determines from Snape's memory alone that he is a good teacher, or at least a responsible teacher.Because he did what Quirrell wanted to do in his previous life, but failed, that is, remember every student.Under the gaze of Snape's damned eyes—at last it wasn't empty—Quirrell grabbed Snape's hand: "Professor Snape, you are such a good and responsible professor, I will try my best to thank you." study!"

"Professor Quirrell! Did you get your brains sucked by a vampire in Romania?! Don't do such stupid things that even trolls wouldn't do!"

"I'm sorry to be rude. However, your analogy is very vivid and very interesting."

Snape was no longer wary and afraid of the fool, at least not on the surface.He glanced at Quirrell with the eyes of the troll, or worse, turned around and strode away, with the billowing black robe behind him.

Quirrell let out a small exclamation from behind him. He thought that only characters in novels or comics could come out with such momentum, but now he knows that there really are such characters in reality.

"Vanilla Cotton Candy." The two of them came all the way to a huge ugly stone monster, watching Snape coldly say the name of a dessert to the stone statue, it was a very comic scene.The statue jumped away, and behind the wall was a spiral staircase, moving slowly upwards, like an escalator.

Snape and Quirrell stepped up the spiral staircase as the door slammed shut behind them.And the stairs spiraled higher and higher until they saw an oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.Snape knocked on the door, and it opened, and the two of them walked in.

Is this the principal's office?

When he saw this room full of weird silverware that could emit smoke, Quirrell couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.But thinking about it, many teachers now advertise that they want to be friends with students. Maybe the old principal thinks so too. After all, this kind of room is really attractive to young children.

"Oh~ Quirinus, Severus, sit down my boys, would you like a cup of honey tea?"

"If possible, I'd like a cup of black tea, without sugar or milk." Quirrell looked at the cup of syrup in Dumbledore's hand, curled his lips in disapproval, but Snape just snorted coldly, No answer was given to the old headmaster.

"It's a pity, sweets are the joy of life, so, do you want some cockroaches? This one is actually not too sweet." Dumbledore knocked on the table, and a cup of green tea appeared in front of Quirrell. Start recommending his favorite foods.The cockroach candies piled up on the plate were waving their tentacles and crawling non-stop. Even the potions master who had seen too many bugs showed a disgusted expression: "Dumbledore..."

"Thank you." Quirrell bowed slightly, picked up a "cockroach" and put it in his mouth.Dumbledore was his headmaster and boss after all, and it was impolite to keep refusing.Although he secretly caused a little trouble for Dumbledore, on the bright side, he, a new professor, did not dare to be so disrespectful to the headmaster like a veteran like Snape.Besides, this is candy after all, not a real cockroach, so what's there to be afraid of?

After chewing twice, Quirrell wondered why Dumbledore and Snape looked at him strangely?Is Dumbledore an old urchin and this is prank candy?Nope, just a regular praline flavor, and there's no wrong magic wave to this thing either.

After swallowing the pile of cockroaches, Quirrell found out that he was in the cold, so he had to find a topic: "Principal Dumbledore, do you like piles of cockroaches?"

"Oh! Oh, yes." Dumbledore nodded, "What a delicious and interesting food is this? In fact, not only candy, but also many real insects are very delicious, just like a pile of cockroaches." Said, Dumbledore stuffed two more "cockroaches" into his mouth, and intentionally or unintentionally left the tentacles of the cockroaches out of his mouth, feeling as if he was really chewing live bugs.

"I didn't expect the principal and I to have the same interests!" Qi Luo was overjoyed. Chinese people say that they don't eat the planes flying in the sky, and the parents who walk on the ground don't eat it. He ate a lot of weird but delicious food. Of course, he has never touched wild protected animals. He is afraid of bird flu. "Bamboo insects, locusts, cicada monkeys, scorpions, and centipedes are all very delicious foods. The fragrance is delicious. You can also roast it directly on the fire, although it will inevitably burn some parts, but it also has a unique flavor. Of course, you can also boil it..."

Because it was rare for Qi Luo to meet a bosom friend, he was very excited and talked non-stop. After all, even in China, not everyone dares to eat bugs.So he didn't notice at all that Principal Dumbledore's face was already slightly blue, and Professor Snape was pressing his right hand on his abdomen, lowering his head from time to time, then raising his head, then lowering his head, and then raising his head again.Occasionally, when he lowered his head, his shoulders would twitch uncontrollably...

"Quirinas, my child, I heard you went to Diagon Alley today?" Dumbledore had to interrupt Quirrell's conversation, and Snape finally stopped repeating the movements of bowing his head and raising his head It's gone, but the hand is still pressing on his stomach.

"Yes." Quirrell answered truthfully. It had been a long time since he had said so happily. Dumbledore, the white-bearded grandfather, suddenly became cute in his eyes.After all, the same hobby (big mistake!) Pulls the distance between different people.

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Quirky silence, Quirrell looked at Dumbledore, then at Snape, with doubts on his face: "What's the matter, Headmaster?"

The headmaster grabbed his beard so hard that the originally wavy beard was pulled straight: "No... Quirinus, are you used to living in Hogwarts?"

"Yes, it's very comfortable here." Quirrell still smiled unchanged, his black eyes were shining with gentle and charming brilliance.

Dumbledore picked up his glass of syrup and poured the whole glass into his mouth: "I'm glad our new members have adapted to life here so quickly."

5 minutes later, at the door of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office

Quirrell, who turned to open the door, didn't expect Snape to pat himself on the shoulder. He turned his head, with an obvious question mark on his face.

"Good job." Snape nodded, and then walked away with brisk steps, with dark clouds rolling away - although he doubted Quirrell's identity, this did not prevent him from praising Quirrell.After all, being able to make the old bee show that face was one of his long-standing hopes!

Quirrell shrugged and entered the room with a smile.What he did just now was intentional or intentional.Of course he knew what Dumbledore asked him to ask him, but even if Dumbledore's suspicion of him deepened, he didn't want to honestly "confess".This is his little self-esteem!

He's not a prisoner, and the greatest White Wizard isn't Oro, they're just simple subordinates!Why should he honestly explain to others what he did, why he did it, and how he did it!His character has always been that people don't offend me, I don't offend others, people respect me a foot, I respect others, but it doesn't mean that he is a soft persimmon!

Humming softly, Quirrell entered the room. He talked about eating worms just now, which really aroused his greed.Maybe in two days, I really have to go into the Forbidden Forest to get some wild food, and I can't forget to send a copy to my "fellow friend" Principal Dumbledore afterwards.But today, he still has to focus on compiling lesson plans.

Two weeks later, August NO.14, when most of them had returned to Hogwarts, Principal Dumbledore held a staff meeting to discuss various issues in the new semester.

Quirrell got the new semester schedule on this day: "Principal Dumbledore."

"Any questions, Professor Quirrell?"

"I hope to be able to put students from each grade and the four colleges together in class. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is enough to accommodate students of one grade."

When he saw the roster of students at Hogwarts at this stage, Quirrell had this idea. There seemed to be a lot of people in a grade, but in fact there were only more than 300 students in the whole school, and sometimes there were less than 300 students.This means that there are at most 60 students in a grade, and at least only 40 students!Thinking about his previous life, there were only 60 students in a class, and he even taught a big class with 80 students!Quirrell couldn't help sighing, is this because there are too many Chinese people, or too few wizards?

"Professor Quirrell, Defense Against the Dark Arts is a profound knowledge. We separate all the students so that each student can fully enjoy the right to learn knowledge." Dumbledore seemed to be thinking, Professor McGonagall was the first to voice a dissenting opinion.

"If four classes are held together, students can take twice as many Defense Against the Dark Arts in one semester. And Defense Against the Dark Arts should be an interactive course, professor and student, student and student. The more students, They can learn better. I am confident that with twice the number of people, I will only let them learn better." Quirrell said confidently.

"Then, I choose to believe in Quirinus. Next semester, the four colleges will have classes at the same time." Dumbledore waved his wand, and everyone's schedule changed. As Quirrell said, next semester students The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has doubled.

He studied some other fragmentary questions. Of course, Filch had the most and least questions. He took out a long list - full of prohibitions, and Dumbledore only needed to pass it.

When everyone thought the meeting was over, Dumbledore did announce the adjournment, but he left the deans of the four colleges and Quirrell behind.

"Four deans and Professor Quirrell, you are all powerful wizards with profound magic and profound knowledge." Dumbledore put on a more or less serious face, "A few days ago, my friend Nick Le Mei asked me for help, he was hunted down because of an item, and he hoped that I could temporarily protect that item."

"Nick Flamel? The longest-lived master alchemist?!" The head of Ravenclaw, the little Professor Flitwick, screamed.