Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"Position, posture is very important! Yes ~ Yes, now, what you want to do is to signal to the person you are facing, yes ~ bend, bend over~" Quirrell's neurotic state was a classmate

They mistakenly think it is the negative effect of the curse.

He was stuttering and was very strict at this time teaching second-year-old students to practice duel etiquette, including the birth of the duel tradition and its related history.

Professor Binnes has not introduced it so carefully.

Many classmates knew about the good relationship between Jody and Kilow in the first grade. By this semester, Jody had been careful not to let herself be valued by Kilow.

But for some reason, just as the favorability was still retained after the memory was eliminated, Kilow still maintained a certain degree of special care for Jody.

For example, now, Jody has made sure that his movements are meticulous as required by ancient etiquette, but Quirrell is still not satisfied.

"Hand! Put your wrists and relax... What I ask you to accomplish is only that ceremony, etiquette and respect contained in etiquette!" Qiluo was so excited that he squirted out his saliva, but no one dared to laugh at him

Stumbling.

He was struggling to speak his words coherently, and he was slightly nervous and demanding his student, and his body shone with a similar madness, "Instead of making you stiff and harden your muscles, they will hinder you from throwing them

Move the wand! Relax! Adjust your breathing!”

This is the second Black Magic Defense class this semester.

In the last class, Kilow's condition was so bad that he was like two completely different people than today. It was because of the courage of the students who lost their composure in the last class that they were so virtuous that they were whispering to teach.

As soon as he entered the door, he stimulated him with sarcastic words.

But those guys who say sarcastic words probably have to pay a little price for their behavior.

There are many forms of preference. Jody originally thought that he would see some special care for Slytherin from the possessed Quirremor of Voldemort, but now it seems that Voldemort's care for Slytherin is reflected in his different ways.

It's strict.

And this sternness is more targeted in the eyes of Slytherins.

"Is this guy possessed? Oh my god, I have to ask my father to write a complaint letter to the school. Why do you have to hold two books to practice defensive standing?"

"Shh, whisper, I heard that he might put the ink bottle on you too." The student who heard the complaining whispered to stop him.

Jody tried to relax the muscles of her shoulders, but holding the wand for too long made his muscles stiffen.

If the wand was not really in his hands, it would have brought a sense of security. Jody even suspected that Quirrell had discovered his own tricks and planned to use this method to force himself to show hostility.

"Ha, you... what's your name, what's your name? Where are you from, which family?" The sound of Kiro slapping Jody's shoulder violently scared the students around him.

"Joyce, my surname is Joyce. Professor!" Jody understood that his bad luck was coming.

Even if Quirrell's memory is eliminated, Voldemort would probably know the news that he was a mud breed between Slytherin. Maybe at this moment he had obtained this information from the thinking of the students around him.

"Joe, Joyce~ I haven't heard of the surname, is it a mixed-blood?" Quirrell raised his head as if he savored the name.

"Ha! He is not a mixed race, he is a complete muddy professor!" Jody was so popular, so there were naturally many students around who were willing to dismantle him.

"So! Then, then do you have to consider your identity~Rol? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? They are still holding on to those stupid, stupid, stupid books on their heads? This year's Slater

Lin is simply! He is simply made, just like a pigpen!"

Qiluo turned around without hesitation and roared, causing Slytherin over there to hold up a red face, "Your pride! Pride! I didn't let me see it!"

"And, and you, are you a mud breed?" Quirrel turned to Jody, not caring that he was using an inappropriate word.

Jody only felt that the emotions contained in those eyes were very strange, which made him feel uncomfortable and difficult to develop hostility.

"I was born in an orphanage..." When talking about the orphanage, Jodi suddenly understood something, "I was abandoned since I was a child and I don't know who my parents are."

"Orphanage..." Kilowe was frozen in memory for a moment, "Yes, yes, yes orphanage, that's not a good place."

"Uh, it's not that bad~ Professor."

"Slytherin has never received the transmission, a wizard outside of tradition! Your blood and blood are absolutely not that ordinary, you have to go and find it yourself!" Quirrell bent down and stared at Jody's eyes.

Jody seemed to see empathy in Quirrell's eyes.

Empathy from Voldemort.

The guy who was staying in Kilow's body was also an orphan, and at the beginning he also entered Slytherin as an unknown identity.

Unlike myself, Voldemort, who was called Tom Riddle back then, was a real eleven-year-old boy. The exclusions he experienced today, these unknown hostility fell on Riddle, who was already strong and had a strong sense of self-protection.

The impact on it is definitely greater than that of today.

Seeing himself today, he should have seen a little bit of him back then.

Before he could think about whether Voldemort's empathy would have had a positive or negative impact on himself, he almost subconsciously tried his best to run his brain closure surgery.

During the summer vacation after controlling Lockhart, Jodi had a guy who was proficient in soul-absorbing and was eager to change the memory in his mind to practice this spell.

Although other aspects are relatively watery, Lohat's soul-catching chanting and forgetting curse are at the level of the master.

It was not until then that Jody suddenly realized that Quirrell had come from the beginning where the strong interest he had shown came from, and he insisted on where he had the confidence to have wizard blood.

All blamed on your own brain closure surgery.

At this moment, in Voldemort's eyes, every detail in the minds of these low-devil apprentices was like a spread out paper. As long as their eyes swept across their minds, they could master them.

And among these spread pages, there is a heresy like Jody, who locks himself tightly without giving the snoops a chance as if the signal cannot be conveyed.

How could he not care about this?

"But, but as they say, before you prove, want, get, respect, have strength and support."

Finally, he pinched Jody's shoulders, and Quirrell walked across from Jody to drive away the Ravenclaw House who played the duel.

Kiro opened his hands and showed his palms, "Hello! Then, attack me!"