The Existence of Harry Potter

(The long night is long, but everyone has no intention to sleep. However, Mr. Guazi has already entered the dream. I and several other brothers are smoking cigarettes, watching his sweet smile on the bed, just want to tell him: You don’t have to work so hard. Really. Thank you for your hard work, we will love you more in the future♂!)

If you listen carefully to the forgotten corner, you will hear that every little grass has a small but loud voice; if you lean over to the dust, you will see that every ant has a humble and strong smile.

"I'm Quirrell Quirinus, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"This is a cursed position. No one can work in this position for more than a year. My master cursed this position, because he once tried to get this position, but was rejected by Headmaster Dumbledore."

"My lord, the noble and great Dark Lord, my encounter with him was purely accidental, and perhaps it was in fact destined to be mine. But if, I mean if I could, I imagined Like my master, curse this fate, this **** fate!"

"I've seen my end, and it's not good, whether my master succeeds or fails, it's my end. I'm going to die, a painful, miserable death, and no one will remember me, they may In the history of magic, mention my name in the story of my master, that name is not pleasant, traitor, villain, murderer..."

"What I want to say is that my master was not born the Dark Lord, and similarly, I was not born like this. Destiny is like this, as small as me, as humble as me, how can I resist fate?"

"I hate Headmaster Dumbledore more than my master. That old man with a white beard, he sees everything, hears everything, knows everything, but he pretends to be blind, deaf, and confused. Worm. I know, I was abandoned, what's the point of sacrificing a Quirrell for the final victory? My master told me a lot, and Dumbledore was doing it eleven years ago, hehe, the truth always It's frustrating."

"Dumbledore, you will regret it, I swear, you will regret it!"

Quirrell put down his pen, dried the ink on the notebook, and stared at the diary for a while. Then, as if he had thought of something, he tore off the already written one, tore it into pieces, and clipped it into the textbook of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore will see it, I really want to see for myself what he looks like when he sees this. Hehe, you can actually guess that, as great as Dumbledore, why would he care about the barking of the humble Quirrell.

Quirrell thought to himself mockingly, glanced at the wall clock, and in another hour, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor would officially start. Standing up, Quirrell walked over to the mirror and tidied up his clothes, especially the scarf wrapped around his head.

Unknown was born in an ordinary family. He spent seven years as a student at Hogwarts without any name. He wandered outside in obscurity. He became the puppet of the Dark Lord...and died in obscurity.

"This shouldn't be my destiny."

Quirrell said to himself in the mirror, he repeated it in the mirror, then smiled and looked at him, Quirrell also smiled at himself in the mirror.

A tear slipped from the eye socket, down the cheek, fell to the ground, and shattered, like Quirrell's best fantasy ever.

"I'm going to be a great person!"

When the ideal building in his heart collapsed, Quirrell stood up in the dust.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you know what the anger of the little people is?"

"If you know, please watch it quietly; if you don't know, please watch it quietly."

"You will regret it, Dumbledore, I swear, you will regret it!"

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Today, the weather is sunny and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match.

"Draco, are you going to play today?" Asker inserted a sausage, took a bite and threw it aside. He was tired of this stuff, Durmstrang's sausage tasted almost exactly the same as Hogwarts.

"Maybe." Draco said listlessly. He also inserted a sausage, but he didn't eat it. He just kept sticking a fork on it, as if to vent.

"I'll bet a copper nut, you're definitely not going to play today."

Asker took a bite of the chocolate cake, and Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes. This guy opened his mouth recently and said, "I bet a copper nut, XXXX...", Draco has already been tricked by him a lot. .

"Sorry, I think I can't bet, because I also bet that I won't play..." Draco said feebly, he turned his head, ate the other side, and happily discussed the Quidditch match of today's game. The players, Draco could only say one word.

"I wish you all fell off the broom!"

Well, it'd better be the Seeker, Terence, no, Terence Higgins.

"It's a little cold today..." Ask took a sip of the juice, "So, I'd better go to bed today, it's such a happy decision!"

"Are you afraid of the cold?" Draco tugged at Asker's thick clothes and gestured on himself again, "I remember you grew up in northern Europe?"

"Norway to be precise, Ask." Ask said, "However, my fear of cold has nothing to do with the weather. In fact, I am hot to death now."

"I think you should go to Madam Pomfrey to prescribe some medicine, you can't give up the treatment." Draco said seriously.

"If it can't be cured, I've given up on the treatment." Ask shrugged his shoulders, looking like he couldn't love him, "Also, Madam Pomfrey's place, I don't think anyone would ever want to go there once. Go a second time."

One of Asker's dark memories in this life is drinking Madam Pomfrey's medicine, then giving a thumbs up~www.NovelMTL.com~, smiling, and finally adding "one more bowl!".

"I used to be a hot-blooded teenager who could run naked in the snow, until I had a dream."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that I was running naked in the snow." Asker replied.

"……It's that simple?"

"What do you think?" Ask rolled his eyes. He stood up, tightened his clothes, and said without looking back, "I'll go back to sleep first, and bring me something to eat at night."

"..."

There was no one in the castle, and after walking for a long time, Asker didn't come across a single one. He wanted to come and see Quidditch. Dumbledore and the professors will also go to this kind of competition, which means that if you want to go to the office to steal something, this will be a good opportunity.

Asker didn't go back to the dormitory immediately. When he was full, he decided to take a walk. Unknowingly, Ask came to the third floor and just walked to the door of Quirrell's office. God knows what he was thinking, and after knocking on the door and no response, he took a lockpicking kit out of his pocket and spent five minutes hacking into Quirrell's office.

After another five minutes, Ask left empty-handed. This time, instead of going down, he continued to go up to the fourth floor.

"The Philosopher's Stone... that's a good thing." Standing at the door of the forbidden door, Ask rubbed his chin and said helplessly: "Even I was raped, this is really a good bait."

"It's such a happy decision, Philosopher's Stone, I've made it!"