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In Hogwarts Castle.

A middle-aged man with a purple scarf wrapped around his head was telling his assistant something.

"Marcus, if you want to truly master Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must first master the Dark Arts. There is no doubt about that. Many pure-blood families have this tradition."

His tone was gentle and persuasive.

Very friendly.

Completely different from the sharp voice in the past.

The burly boy standing next to him looked embarrassed.

"Professor, but... I'm not sure..."

Seeing his embarrassed expression.

Quirrell patted Marcus on the shoulder with his hand.

Sighing and shaking his head slightly.

"Alas, I know you have a grudge against the Dark Arts. After all, you are not from a pure wizard family. I can understand it, but as my assistant, if you don't have a certain grasp of this aspect, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be competent."

Then he slowly put his hand down.

"It's okay. I won't force you. This kind of thing is really too difficult for a student. I'll just find a pure-blood wizard later. There should be someone who can do this."

"You are not my teaching assistant now."

After saying that.

Quirrell turned around and pretended to leave.

Marcus panicked immediately.

He hurried forward and grabbed Quirrell's arm.

"No, no, no, professor, I really want to be your teaching assistant, I just..."

Quirrell heard this.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Children are easily shaken."

Then a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

"But this is not enough!"

Quirrell stopped.

He looked at Marcus with a cold look.

His temperament suddenly changed.

Marcus couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He didn't even dare to look directly at this look.

"Student Flint, did I make it very clear just now?"

Quirrell raised his hand slightly.

He easily pushed away Marcus's hand that was grabbing his sleeve.

"You are too weak. Have you been able to complete any of the tasks I have assigned to you these days? You are also very pedantic. You are not qualified to be my assistant now. What do you not understand?"

Marcus was stunned.

His eyes were a little straight.

His whole body was like being splashed with a basin of cold water from head to toe in the middle of winter.

He was shaking a little.

It seems that he has been hit so hard that he has no way out.

Quirrell saw the appearance of the boy in front of him.

The corners of his mouth were almost unable to suppress.

"Snape, your way of speaking is really effective. You can easily shatter a student's self-esteem."

He was very satisfied with Marcus' current performance.

It was worth arranging very heavy work for him in the past few days.

Excessive fatigue and lack of rest.

The gap between the status of teachers and students.

Now use Snape's cold words.

All this is to break through the defense of the Slytherin prefect in front of him!

Make him completely submit to himself!

This is the art of controlling people that Voldemort taught him!

"Master, you are so great!"

Quirrell admired in his heart.

But he still had to play a full role on the surface.

Turned around and strode out.

It seemed that he really didn't want to leave any chance for the boy in front of him.

Seeing Quirrell really walked away.

Marcus stared blankly.

Suddenly another sentence came.

"Okay, enjoy the weekend with other classmates, classmate Flint."

Enjoy the weekend!

Enjoy the weekend!

Weekend!

"No! How can I be inferior to those pigs with pure-blood ancestral precepts in their heads! This is impossible!!"

Marcus roared wildly in his heart.

He ran forward violently.

Blocked in front of Quirrell with open arms.

"Professor, give me another chance! I will do anything!"

At this time, Marcus's face was distorted by anxiety and anger.

If he hadn't continued to act.

Quirrell's mouth was about to burst with laughter.

The boy has basically fallen into his trap now!

But he still has to remain calm on the surface.

Quirrell kept a cold face with difficulty.

He wanted to resist again.

Suddenly.

"Professor Quirrell!".

A shout like thunder came from not far away.

The glass beside them was shaking.

I heard someone calling me.

Quirrell frowned slightly.

"Why are you ruining my good thing at this time!"

I turned around impatiently.

"Who is it?"

But then his face changed.

I saw a huge figure rushing towards him.

And he rushed over crying and shouting loudly.

At this moment.

Quirrell even wanted to draw his wand from his waist..

Cast the killing curse given to him by his master on the man in front of him.

But after all, this is in Hogwarts.

And Dumbledore is there.

Quirrell suppressed this impulse.

Instead, he held the wand tightly in his hand and waited to activate the spell at any time.

"Professor Quirrell! A dark wizard has broken into the school! In the Owlery!!"

Hagrid shouted and rushed past Quirrell one meter away.

His face was full of tears at this time.

And there were tears the size of ping-pong balls constantly falling.

"Harry fainted! I have to take him to the school infirmary!"

"There is also a Slytherin there, sorry... I can't take care of him in time!"

He ran wildly.

Almost instantly, the two of them could not see Hagrid's back.

"What?!"

Quirrel's pupils shrank suddenly.

Marcus was also shocked.

There is some instinctive fear of dark wizards.

But when he heard that there was a Slytherin who was still facing the dark wizard alone.

He immediately pulled out his wand from his waist.

He was about to run to the shed.

"What are you doing!"

Quirrell shouted.

He stopped Marcus.

"Professor! A classmate may be killed by a dark wizard! I have to save him!"

Marcus did not stop.

He turned back and shouted at Quirrell.

Quirrell's face darkened.

He waved his wand.

"Idiot! All petrified!"

A stream of light hit Marcus who was running.

Instantly Marcus fell to the ground.

Quirrell walked up and glared at Marcus.

"Is that a place you can go? When the spell is lifted, come to my office and we will talk about your being an assistant teacher then."

Then he walked towards the Owl Shed.

Marcus was the puppet he had brainwashed with great difficulty.

How could he be allowed to die like this?

"Dark wizard? Breaking into Hogwarts?"

Quirrell was very confused at this moment.

If it was before he met the Dark Lord.

Then he would definitely think that this situation was done by the Dark Lord.

He was going to go to war with Dumbledore.

But now the master was waiting behind his head!

It couldn't be him!

Who else would be so brave as to attack Hogwarts and the boy who lived?

Who were they?

Quirrell suddenly felt a sense of fear.

He was a little afraid to face an unknown enemy.

"Go and see."

Only Quirrell could hear a low groan.

It directly extinguished all his fears.