Change the world from Hogwarts

The second day came quickly, and Ernie was the first to get up, and then knocked on the round floor doors of several of his roommates.

"Get up, get up, it's getting late. Let's have breakfast and then go to class. Our first period in the morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Although it was said to be breakfast, because Ernie had made a lot of snacks the day before, Justin and Wayne thought that going to the auditorium was really not interesting, so they simply left breakfast in their dormitory.

Bread, biscuits, cakes, and pumpkin juice and milk as drinks were definitely different from the breakfast provided in the auditorium, but the three of them obviously didn't mind so many things.

But as he ate, Ernie felt something was wrong.

"Hey, Connor hasn't woken up yet?"

After finishing the milk in his hand, Ernie asked.

"I don't know, maybe you're sleeping in?"

"I don't think that's the case."

Although Justin raised a possibility, it was quickly rejected by Ernie.

"I'll go shout again."

Bending down, he poked the round floor door with his wand.

"Connor, are you awake? If you don't get up, you won't even be able to make breakfast."

However, there was still no response.

This abnormality made Ernie feel that something was wrong. Although they had only been roommates and classmates for a day, Ernie felt that Connor should not be the kind of person who would stay in bed.

"Is something going to happen?"

"What else could happen to us in the dormitory?"

'thump'

Suddenly, the muffled sound of collision coming from below made the whole dormitory fall silent.

After a pause like this for a while, they finally realized what was happening.

"Connor! How are you doing, Connor?!"

However, there was no response from below.

After hesitating for a moment, Ernie ignored personal privacy and tried to pull the wooden door. When he found that the door was not locked, he opened the door directly.

From top to bottom, he saw his roommate lying there, his hands exuding an unspeakable stench, his wounds festering, and his cat biting his clothes, looking like it was going to tear him apart.

He dragged it out.

"Meow!"

"Connor! How are you?!"

"I...I feel so dizzy."

Ernie probed his forehead.

"It's so hot... Hurry! Come and lend a hand and send Connor to Madam Pomfrey!"

Ernie and Justin helped Connor up while Wayne was a little anxious, but he could only follow behind. As they helped move their classmates towards the common room, they attracted a senior's shout.

attention.

"Connor...what happened to him?"

He walked forward.

"Senior Cedric, Connor has a fever."

"Indeed, my head was too hot..."

Cedric's face also became serious.

"Connor, can you hear me?"

Cedric knelt down and looked at Connor's pale and terrifying face.

"Connor?"

"you……"

At this moment, Connor's originally bright eyes were also a little distracted.

"My head hurts so much... I feel like I've had a long nightmare."

"Senior Cedric, what happened to Connor?"

"I don't know. Anyway, you should go to class first. You have class in the first period in the morning, right?"

"But senior you..."

"I'm fine. The morning elective class starts in the second period. I can help you send Connor there."

Having said this, Cedric drew out his wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

With a simple levitation spell, Connor's body levitated.

"I can take him to the infirmary now. As for you, go to class first. Remember to ask for leave for Connor."

…………

On the other side, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Quilinas Quirrell, the current professor, just arranged his turban with trembling hands.

He slowly wrapped Jiang Na's garlic-scented headscarf around his hairless head. After ensuring his master's safety, Quirrell just looked at the mirror in the office.

In the mirror, a wizard dressed in strange clothes, as if trying to completely wrap himself, stood there, revealing a strong sense of weirdness.

If possible, he would also like to take off this layer of clothing, but he can't. He must wrap himself tightly in order to protect his new master.

Owner……

Originally, he did not have any master, and everything originated from that trip to the Albanian forest that he decided to take.

If he had known that he would not go, if he had known that things would be like this, if he had known that the notorious devil was there, he would not have gone to that forest.

In the end, I didn't get the first-hand teaching materials and practical experience I longed for. All I had was the broken soul that now occupies my mind!

"Um?!"

Just when Quirrell was experiencing certain emotional ups and downs in his heart, he heard his master's majestic voice.

"Quilinas, I can sense that you are a little uneasy."

This is definitely not a sound that humans can make. The words coming from the back of the head are hoarse and unpleasant, like the ghost.

For Quirrell, this is the nightmare that haunts his life.

"No……"

Terrified, he subconsciously wanted to deny something.

However, reason told Quirrell himself that he could not completely deny this, and this pure lie would definitely be exposed!

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, he forced a smile.

Quirrell didn't know if his master could see his expression, but he felt that he had to smile.

"I just don't know how to deal with these things, great master."

He stumbled around looking for a reason.

"According to what you and Pediru said, the little wizard you are paying attention to...he is somewhat special."

"But no matter what, he is just an ordinary kid after all, and he is just a backup. Quilinas, don't be so nervous, you are still useful."

Then, Quirrell heard a hoarse laugh.

It fell on his ears like a burst of intense ridicule.

It satirizes his humility and submission, his stupidity and misfortune.

Clenching his fist tightly, hiding the wand in his arms, Quirrell closed his eyes.

Can I still be saved?

And those students...

Quirrell didn't know, he just subconsciously looked at the grandfather clock in the room.

"It's time."

After putting away his wand, he walked out of his office.

At the same time, the first grade wizards also walked into the classroom.

A student of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

"Ah! Welcome! I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I hope we can get along happily."

Quirrell introduced himself amid the stumbling that he was used to.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd.

But soon, he discovered some problems.

He didn't seem to see the boy named Connor.

Where will he be now?

What about others?

"You Hufflepuffs...are you missing one person?"

He said stumblingly.

"I, I, I met yesterday, you Hufflepuff should have a very outstanding student... Professor Flitwick also praised him."

"Teacher, you should be talking about Connor."

Finally, Ernie came out and said.

"But Connor had a fever this morning."

"What?!"