Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

The fire flickered ~

Dudley's body stood still, and he looked at the corner not far away and was silent.

In the line of sight, only the magic lampshade installed on the wall, the diffuse reflection refracted ...

There are no extra "shadows".

"Is it .

. Did you guess wrong?

That ill-wishering black magic class Professor Quirrell didn't squat here in advance?

"Whew..." frowned

in thought.

It seems that the other party should be very careful and did not approach him rashly....

Think about it, it's also possible...

"Tap!"

At this moment, Dudley heard a voice behind him.

"Boom!" of abnormal noise.

"Who is it!?"

Suddenly, Dudley turned his head, and I don't know when a figure was standing in front of the wall not far from him.

"How is that possible!?"

Dudley subconsciously took a step back.

The figure faces the wall with its back to itself.

I didn't even notice it!

And the other party's bandaged head is very iconic dress...

This is exactly Quirinus Quirrell.

He....

How the hell did he appear?

Dudley's heart began to beat violently.

Although his face is calm, this kind of scene like the arrival of a "ghost movie" will react to anyone.

Conditioned reflexes are not part of the control of subjective consciousness.

And Dudley must have observed the surrounding environment in his newly "alert" state.

With his own naked eye, he could be sure that he just ...

There is absolutely no one here just now!

Quirinas Quirre Quilo appeared so silently out of thin air.

"Ahem.... Ahem.....,"

came a soft cough, and Professor Quirrell slowly turned around....

His expression was a little "cringe-winking" as usual, mixed with a slurred mouth: "

Da.... Dudley.... You.... You..... You don't go to Quidditch classes... For... Why did you come here?

Dudley's expression was puzzled, and he subconsciously replied:

"Sorry Professor Quirrell, the way you speak is a little..... I may not hear clearly!

Professor Quirrell took the initiative to extend his hand and beckoned to

Dudley: "Dudley.... You.... You come over.... Old... Teacher has something ... I'm going to leave it to you... Do it!

"Yes, Professor Quirrell!"

Dudley said on his lips, but his steps seemed to trip over something, and he fell to the ground.

Instead, Dudley reached out and rubbed his anx.

With a slightly distressed expression on his face, he said,

"Professor Quirrell.... I'm sorry..... This ground is a bit 'foreign'.... I was so careless...,"

Dudley said as he leaned back!

He was already extremely sure in his heart that his current situation was extremely dangerous.

But fortunately, he chose a "witness" early in the morning.

Dudley turned his head and glanced quietly at the oil painting wall beside him.

The painting shows a slightly chubby woman, who is none other than the caretaker of the Gryffindor dormitory [Fat Lady]!

The fat lady's head on the painting moved, and she looked down at Dudley under her.

The fat lady oil painting is very confused........

This kid obviously has nothing behind his feet, how the hell did he trip himself to the ground?

What exactly does Gryffindor's little wizard mean?

On the other side, Professor Quirrell had fallen into an inexplicable sluggishness since he finished what he had just said.

He didn't say much, because one thought after another and obscure whispers were roaring in his mind.

[Kill him.... Kill him...... Kill him!!!

My new body is in his hands...

He is a "thief"....

"Thief", "despicable" and "inferior"!

He is "despicable"!!

He is "shameless" ....

He actually wanted to take over my body...

Be sure to organize him!!

Kill him!

Just go!

Hurry up!!!

I told you to kill him now and take my body back...

Useless servant!

You stupid trash, hurry up and do it to me! Destroy him for me! End his life and take back my body!

"Grumpy"! "Destruction"! "Craving"!

Quirrell resisted the urge in his heart, and he tried his best to exhort in his mind:

"The great and honorable master, your humble servant Quirinas Quirrelo, is willing to serve you....

But...... It's really out of place here, and your 'body' is under the watchful eye of the Gryffindor Fat Lady!

If you make a rash move....."

[Shut up!

You useless waste....

I've given you a 'chance' and you've failed....

Easy, easy!

Well, you kill that damn oil painting together.

Kill them all, snatch back my "body" from the despicable thief! 【

Kill him! 】 Kill him!!!

Quirrell's body trembled involuntarily, and he reached out and trembled into his arms, his fingers still clasped at the end of his wand.

Quirrell muttered in a plausible voice:

"Dudley.... You're hurt.... Then let the teacher do it for you..." Seeing

Professor Quirrell's movements, Dudley's hand that had been in his pocket couldn't help but want to let go.

"Bad intentions"!

Dudley can feel the real "knife hidden in the laughter" of the other party with the intuition of an adult!

Quirrell is ready to get started....

Dudley can feel the restlessness of his "pet" chinchilla!

No way! Be steady!

But now is not the "time" ....

And someone!

If "Quirrell" is behind him, who is the "other" shadow in the corner of the wall that he saw earlier?

At this moment, a voice sounded "faintly": "

Professor Quirrell, this child is injured.

I think....... Healing injuries should be left to my Potions class more than you... The teacher of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class! "

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PS: Update, brain hole continues to develop, thank you for your support, the author continues to work hard!